Hey y'all. So this is just my little ramblings of advice I've collected over time. Maybe it'll come in handy.
1. If you want to buy a Wii, only buy a used one. People can download games on them, and once the game is downloaded, it stays on the Wii hard drive. I once saw a used Wii with Super Mario 3, Mario RPG, and one of the Legend of Zelda games on it. And plus, used consoles are cheaper.
2. If you're going to learn gaelic, keep in mind that language books call Scots gaelic just plain gaelic, while Irish gaelic is simply called irish. I don't know why.
3. Washing your face in coffee grains does great stuff for your skin. Just keep it out of your hair if you're a blonde.
Welcome! This is my writing and reviewing blog, though it may from time to time include nonrelated musings. Sit down, have some tea, and please leave your shoes at the door.
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Me and Aldaris (p3): Back on Board
Well, sharks or no sharks, up I went. As I swam, little zaps of electrical-looking lines started to warble in the water around my head. It doesn't take a Protoss engineer to figure out what that means. I pushed harder against the narrowing depth of the water, but like I said, I'm no diver. The field around my head collapsed without even a chance for me to get a good breath in, and I choked. But, saltwater up my nose or no, I had to make it to the surface. With burning nostrils, throat, and eyes, I pushed my way up to the light.
And slammed into the floor! Blinking the saltwater out of my eyes, I guessed I was back in Aldaris' ship. I had to guess because I couldn't look. First of all my glasses (yay! They're still on me!) were wet, and secondly a sickness had hold of me, and darkness filled my eyes. Forcing myself to hack and cough, I tried to get the water out of my system. I started shaking.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Me and Aldaris (p2): Underwater Mishaps
Hey y'all. In the interest of having posts regularly, I'm going to be updating this story in shorter bits. It would just take too long to update if I posted a chapter's worth of information on every post, and I tend to write until I finish a specific idea rather than after a set number of paragraphs. But hey, that means more updates, and a more active blog. Oh, and hopefully I won't have to put notes on every chapter. Onwards!
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I was somewhere in the ocean. I didn't know where, having just teleported there randomly. That meant that not even Aldaris knew where I was, and that's assuming he wanted to find me. That would be opportune. Right now, I'm staring at sharks. There are at least two of them. I think I saw a third, but that might have been the second shark swimming around some rocks.
My eye was focused on the closer shark. Its dorsal fin was pushed far on its back, almost on the tail instead of on the back where most sharks have them. The mottled grey skin of the shark, speckled with all manner of smudges and spots, gave it the look of something very old, like a ten foot antique swimming through the bay. Its iris stayed focused on me, even when it swam slowly to my left.
Hello, cow shark! I waved. Moo!
Write Club is Up!
Hey y'all! I'm proud to announce that Write Club now officially exists on Facebook! I created it the other day, and will be working on it through the next year. This group is for those who wish to be surrounded by those who write and find the motivation for writing when we don't feel like it. I'll be posting things like exercises and tips, and members can feel free to do the same. So, if you would like to be a part of the group, just go ahead and search for "Write Club" on facebook and ask for an invite.
The only requirements to this group are that you yourself are a writer. The stuff we post is for author critiquing, and not for readers yet. You must "audition" by messaging me (Bethany) and send me a sample of your work. It can be fiction, nonfiction, or poetry. Just something that you wrote yourself. You don't have to write anything new. Just send a segment of something you've already written and you enjoy. For poetry, please no longer than a page. For everything else, no longer than two pages. This is just an audition, not a critique.
Anyway, I hope to see you there, and hopefully this group can become something big one day! Thank you!
The only requirements to this group are that you yourself are a writer. The stuff we post is for author critiquing, and not for readers yet. You must "audition" by messaging me (Bethany) and send me a sample of your work. It can be fiction, nonfiction, or poetry. Just something that you wrote yourself. You don't have to write anything new. Just send a segment of something you've already written and you enjoy. For poetry, please no longer than a page. For everything else, no longer than two pages. This is just an audition, not a critique.
Anyway, I hope to see you there, and hopefully this group can become something big one day! Thank you!
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Me and Aldaris
It was college. Ho-hum. I walked home with my backpack on my back and my head in the clouds, not noticing my surroundings. I do that too much. Honestly, Fort Bragg Road isn't too bad on the way between school and the house. There's the old church to pass by, some cute houses, two haircutting places, and that new building some guys have been working on for the past month or so. It looks like a residential place, but I'm not sure yet. In Fayetteville we get a lot of businesses that work out of regular-looking houses.
But I'm not paying attention, like I said. I was off in la-la land, enjoying myself. The song "Dark Heart Dawning" by BT was stuck in my head, which isn't too bad of a thing, because it's such a happy, content song. I had just discovered this song, as well as Ashley Carr's remix of Illuminor, and well, techno is one of the happiest things in the world. To me, anyway. I was in an especially good mood because I didn't work that night, and I had the next day off of both work and school because of mid-term break.
"And in the age of love," I sang quietly, "I found my sacred place...where I can hide-"
Whoops! Someone was on the church lawn trying to mow it. I looked straight ahead, avoiding the eyes of the redneck-ish guy starting up his John Deere. No, silly man, no need to smile at me. I wasn't singing at all! Nope! Not me! Politely, I glanced in his direction and nodded. There! I'd officially fulfilled my obligation to be friendly to strangers who are looking at me funny. Moving on!
Thankfully he started up the lawn mower at that point, and I could go on singing my songs. I don't know all the lyrics to Dark Heart Dawning, so I skipped over to a song that I wrote: Cafiza. It's a love song about expresso machine cleaner. Hey, don't judge. If you were a former barista, you'd like cafiza too.
"Up til now I'd say I'm fine," I sang, distancing myself from the lawn mower. Oh good, no one was coming out of the haircutter's place. "But not so today. Parts of me I thought were mine, slowly fall away....uh?"
I stopped singing because of the stuff around me. It was like cloud around me, thin wisps of some sort of finger-like mist beginning to circle me. As it thickened and grew around me, it turned various shades of electric blue and separated me from the street. I swatted at the mist, but it did nothing more than swirl a little faster. I was trapped -- but only for a second or two. Soon enough the mists cleared away. However, the sigh of relief caught in my throat. This was no longer Fayetteville.
But I'm not paying attention, like I said. I was off in la-la land, enjoying myself. The song "Dark Heart Dawning" by BT was stuck in my head, which isn't too bad of a thing, because it's such a happy, content song. I had just discovered this song, as well as Ashley Carr's remix of Illuminor, and well, techno is one of the happiest things in the world. To me, anyway. I was in an especially good mood because I didn't work that night, and I had the next day off of both work and school because of mid-term break.
"And in the age of love," I sang quietly, "I found my sacred place...where I can hide-"
Whoops! Someone was on the church lawn trying to mow it. I looked straight ahead, avoiding the eyes of the redneck-ish guy starting up his John Deere. No, silly man, no need to smile at me. I wasn't singing at all! Nope! Not me! Politely, I glanced in his direction and nodded. There! I'd officially fulfilled my obligation to be friendly to strangers who are looking at me funny. Moving on!
Thankfully he started up the lawn mower at that point, and I could go on singing my songs. I don't know all the lyrics to Dark Heart Dawning, so I skipped over to a song that I wrote: Cafiza. It's a love song about expresso machine cleaner. Hey, don't judge. If you were a former barista, you'd like cafiza too.
"Up til now I'd say I'm fine," I sang, distancing myself from the lawn mower. Oh good, no one was coming out of the haircutter's place. "But not so today. Parts of me I thought were mine, slowly fall away....uh?"
I stopped singing because of the stuff around me. It was like cloud around me, thin wisps of some sort of finger-like mist beginning to circle me. As it thickened and grew around me, it turned various shades of electric blue and separated me from the street. I swatted at the mist, but it did nothing more than swirl a little faster. I was trapped -- but only for a second or two. Soon enough the mists cleared away. However, the sigh of relief caught in my throat. This was no longer Fayetteville.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
Personality Environment Type: The Forest
Hey y'all. Another personality environment thingy. I like doing these things. They're fun. In any case, I'm going to go with the forests for now, because it's sort of similar to the "outer space" type, and that's what I am. Because this is a personality typology thing in progress, I'm going to save the environments I'm least familiar with for later, assuming that I'll be able to talk to more people in the future.
So please help. Write the environment you feel inspired by, drawn to, or just plain prefer to live at. It can be something like space, forests, deserts, the city, the deep ocean, the beach, suburbia, or something else I might not have mentioned by is an important place to you. Tell me a little about you, if you like.
But for now, forests!
So please help. Write the environment you feel inspired by, drawn to, or just plain prefer to live at. It can be something like space, forests, deserts, the city, the deep ocean, the beach, suburbia, or something else I might not have mentioned by is an important place to you. Tell me a little about you, if you like.
But for now, forests!
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Saturday, March 2, 2013
Nerds vs. Geeks
Hey y'all. So I was in my english class, and the teacher assigned to us to come up with a definition of a word that doesn't already have an obvious meaning. She wanted us to pick things like happiness, love, and whatnot, but this is what I picked.
Nerd -- 1. (n) a socially unaware or socially
indifferent individual whose interests pertain to discovering in detail the
quirks of a chosen subject matter, preferring to gain knowledge than to wear
important clothes or impress others.
Examples include Star Trek nerds, gamers, those who build their own
computers, and people who write massive Azumanga Daioh essays about Sakaki-san
for the fun of it when they really should be paying attention in English 111,
planning on turning this in for an assignment whenever it fits the standards of
an assignment.
2. (n) a more specific
subsection of nerds (referred to by the same word) whose obsession with their
topic is more mental and intellectual rather than about owning gear or
engineering electronics. Examples
include history nerds, those who pursue PhDs, and people who can psychoanalyze
every single character in StarCraft but stink horribly at the game when they
actually try to play it. Nerds are
generally obsessed with words, history, or the story of an already created
fictitious universe. See: Geek.
Geek -- (n) a socially unaware or indifferent
individual whose interests pertain to discovering in detail the quirks of a
chosen specific subject matter, but less in a mental way and more
physically. Geeks prefer to play games
than to dwell on every detail of the plot, and it is they who are better with
computers and other electronic technology rather than history or writing. Examples include Best Buy's Geek Squad,
gamers who hold LAN parties, and people who will bore you to tears trying to
explain to you the difference between RAM and ROM. While the first definition of the word
"nerd" can be applied to them in an overall sense, "geek"
is more specific to their nature.
So is this consistent or different from your own view of nerds vs geeks?
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