Writing Activity

As gales assaulted the forest trees, tiny stinging raindrops created almost living whispers against leafs both living and rotting. Anything with legs had long since used them to reach the safety of burrows, holes, caves; anything that would keep them dry. Night was coming quickly and the combination of rain and freezing temperatures could be lethal. The wind, normally a dry solution of oxygen and dust, was cleansed by the rain and the unadulterated smell of life bloomed with a vengeance through the foliage. The darkening gloom only intensified the feeling that the trees, swaying, creaking, moaning, were animate and communicating amongst themselves, perhaps passionately orating their displeasure at my company. For I was an intruder here. I, in my jeans and hiding in my raincoat, belonged to a place that was other. What did these patriarchs of the forest know of cities? Nothing. And with an incredible amount of luck, they'd never know. Their land would remain their land and their roots, which grew deeper in this place than mine would ever grow anywhere, would never taste the lifelessness of concrete or asphalt.

Oh, How The Mighty Have Fallen

Actually, I'm not going to write anything about the mighty falling. I work in a place with a lot of negativity and the last thing I want to do when I get home is talk about more negative things. Now, of course, when Obama is not reelected, I'll have very happy things to say about the mighty falling. Ha ha! (That was my triumphant laugh, not my humorous laugh) Anyway, I've been issued a challenge at work and I'm going to accomplish it. I work for a property management company in an apartment community and my boss wants me to rent 7 apartments by Friday. If I do, I can take Saturday off to have the whole 4th of July weekend free from work. I can do it, I know I can! Ha ha! (triumphant laugh again)

My story writing has slowed down a bit, but it's progressing. I find battle scenes boring to write and yet I've chosen to write a story about a war. Hm, not great planning on my part, I'll admit. Oh well. Maybe I'll hire a ghost writer to go back and add all the stuff I didn't want to write. Brilliant, yes? I know.

I've been watching "Lie To Me" a show about the science of reading emotions on people's faces and using it to spot lies. I think it may be one of the most fascinating things I've ever watched. If I wasn't so exceptionally unobservant, I think I would have liked to go into a field like that. As it is, I'm a horrible judge of personality and couldn't tell a lie from Jacob's Ladder. It's kinda depressing actually. I wish I could read people.

Not a whole lot else right now. I've procrastinated on a couple important things, so what else is new? And...Tah Dah!

My New Book

I really like to read. I mostly read fantasy and science fiction and I like those so much because any thing can happen. The book can go absolutely anywhere! And so I especially enjoy the books that present me with something that I know about and then twist it into something I would never have thought of. The Divinci Code, was such a book. Dracula 2000 was such a movie. And there are more, many more, but I'm not writing to list all my favorite books and movies. I've decided to try my hand at writing. I've read so many books that I should know how one should read, right? Anyway, my idea is to take this model, write about something that everyone already has preconceived ideas about and give it a whole different reality, give people a new way to see the thing that they've grown up with a certain view of. And to keep this posting from being annoyingly vague, I'm thinking of writing it about demons and angels.
And without going into too much detail, and without giving away too much of what I'm thinking, the angels and demons are warring against eachother, with the gods as stand-offish spectators. Fallen angels and humans are going to come into it somewhere and the lines between "good" and "evil" are going to blur and sides are going to be switched. I hope I stick with this long enough to finish it!

Some Of My Favorite Quotes

"I'm so miserable without you it's almost as if you were here."

"My stupid jokes were a reflex, distracting them from the fresh waves of confusion I felt with each new battle and each new war. And every time I laughed, I was screaming."

"I'm not your friend. I'm your only friend. I'm a little green, glowing friend. But really, I'm not actually your friend."

"People are stupid. They'll believe anything they want to believe or are afraid to believe."

"When small men leave long shadows, the sun is usually setting."

"What? I've wiped the file? I've wiped all the files? I've wiped the Internet??"

"Sex Pixie!" "Sicko!" "Your mama wears too much make-up!" -Hitachin twins

"Pressure can turn coal into a diamond, but it can also crush it to dust."

"Mine mighty broadsward shall vanquish thy enemy from yonder wicked land of accursed badness!"

"Nothing is more dangerous than an idea when it's the only one you have."

"When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging."

And oh so many more. I'll be adding them as I remember them or come upon them.

Hair

I was looking at a woman's hair today and I thought it was strange. Her hair was perfectly normal, of course, but the normalcy itself was so strange to me. The more I thought about it, the more reasons I came up with that I think the hair on our heads is strange.

In our culture, it is considered attractive for skin to be a uniform color, right? That's what tanning beds are about. Heaven forbid one part of your body more tan than another. There's also make-up to hide un-even skin tones.

Also in our culture, hair is generally unwanted and unattractive. How many products do we have to remove hair? The ever popular razors, chemicals that disolve hair, wax that rips it out, tweezers that do the same thing only slower, and laser hair removal. We women shave (or remove hair in some way) everything from our legs to our bikini lines to our under arms and usually we pluck our eyebrows, and depending on how dark our hair is or how sensitive we are, we do our lips, arms, knuckles and/or feet. And men shave their faces and are more and more catching up to women in removing a lot of excess hair from other places.

Now look at our hair. It's the only hair that grows as long as you'll let it. All the other hair on our bodies have a maximum length (even if that length is longer than you'd prefer). So it's different from any other place on our bodies, which goes against our tastes in sameness as described in the first paragraph. And we don't like hair, as described in the second paragraph, so why are we letting this huge patch of it grow like we are, and even styling it so that other people notice it? The hair on our heads just seems to go against everything else we find attractive or desirable, and I thought it was weird.

Anime Convention

I went to the anime convention in San Jose in May. I would have enjoyed myself more if I had been only with my niece who is even more into anime than I, but there was someone there who didn't really want to be. He lagged and he sighed and did the accusing eyes thing. I'm really glad I went though and would really like to go to LA next for the big Anime Expo. If I do though, I'm going to double and triple check that my batteries are charged because I only got a couple pictures before my camera batteries died and my cell phone picture quality is so bad that it was barely worth it. I can't wait to be able to join the cos-players.

Night Vs Day

All my life I have preffered to be awake during the night rather than the day. It has made getting up in the morning for school and work and other such trivial daylight pursuits painfully difficult. I've told myself time and again that I need to go to bed at a decent hour, that life would be so much easier if I consigned myself to daytime activity.

I've begun to wonder if it's going to sleep I don't like. Because I love sleep itself, but going to sleep, that's the hard part. Because when you stop to think about it, sleep is a shorter form of death. You're not doing anything productive, you're unaware of your surroundings (for the most part) and for a brief time you cease to exist for all intents and purposes. When you're sleeping, you're not interacting with the world, you're not creating or destoying, you're not communicating or travelling; you're just there, innert, wasting a third of your life to unconsciousness. I dislike going to sleep because I dislike the inaction of it. It's like surrendering.