It’s that time of year again to dust off this oldie but goodie from way back in 2006(!).
I thought you all might enjoy a Halloween short story. Constructive feedback is welcome as always. Scroll past this for newer blog posts, or click Read More to continue reading this story.
I’m thankful for the Thanksgiving Day with family that is soon upon us as while looking longingly at the Thanksgiving Days of the past.
And I’m peeking hesitantly through my fingers-covered eyes at those Thanksgiving Days that are yet to be, may they contain these my family members for as long as possible.
As Christians, as a modern society, as heck, Human Beings, we are supposed to be better than this. Or at least we like to pretend we are. But are we? I don’t know man.
I came across this today and it pretty much says what I’m feeling in my heart, at least. We need to show those in need compassion at this time more than any, to demonstrate who we really are, not just who we profess to be.
I grew up with Star Wars. “A New Hope” came out the week I was born. I remember watching in the theater Han being frozen in Carbonite. I remember in the late 80s when it wasn’t so cool to like Star Wars anymore. But I liked it still anyways.
I remember being disappointed in the Prequels, not because of stuff like Jar Jar Binks, but because those films had no charm and seemed like they actively tried to make me hate the supposed protagonists of the films.
So, my jaded and cynical heart has been burned by Star Wars and has had trouble letting the new film back in.
But these new trailers have given me hope. It SEEMS like they’ve given some thought to character and writing. It SEEMS like they want me to care about these people on screen again.
This trailer just came out this morning. It is similar to the “3rd and final” trailer released in North America, but has some additional dialog and context. I CANNOT wait.
Whelp, it looks like I’m gonna attempt to follow up on Gnash Liven’s story from last week. 2,000 words to work with. It should be fun.
I’m not sure where it will take me, actually. In my mind, she was some type of Vampire Hunter. But that would be boring. I’ll have to add a twist or two.
Author Chuck Wendig on his blog today posted a flash fiction challenge to create a character in 250 words or less. This one is mine.
Gnash Liven had a molten and unrelenting hatred in her heart, a wooden spike strapped to her thigh, and a scar, about a quarter-centimeter thick, tracing from the tear duct of her left eye to just below her earlobe. And, occasionally, Jim Nightblade’s balls in her hand.
Gnash also had case of lager in the fridge (those college boys can shove that hoppy bullshit straight up their collective asses), and her legs propped on her desk. Her rage burned on.
It’s a good day to die, she thought, polishing the blade of her silver longsword. It was a Tuesday after all, and Tuesdays are bullshit, lacking the stones to go full-on Monday and too damned far away from Friday. Nobody hates Tuesday and that’s a problem because it’s just as awful as the rest.
What she didn’t have is one of those sparkly undead bastards at the end of her blade or impaled on her spike. And that was a problem. That was everyone’s problem. That was humanity’s problem.
As far as I know, anyway. But what is reality, anyway?
Time keeps on slipping into the future. I’m starting to feel the itch to write again, though.
I’m not going to start another novel again, though, until I have at least a chapter outline on paper. So never?
I’ve been enjoying watching the Women’s World Cup thus far, especially the United States’ matches. Hopefully they have their best football yet to come. The World Cup surely isn’t a given. Anyhow, they don’t play again until Monday so I had to go back and watch that moment from the 2011 World Cup. Goosebumps.
More good stuff this week. I’m particularly stoked by Tank Girl, a comic I didn’t even know was coming out until this morning. Yay reading!
Metric is a great, underrated band.
This show sounds like an enormous pile of excrement.
And I guarantee the majority of those watching this show, judging these people, and patting themselves on the back are one illness/job layoff/honest mistake from finding themselves in the exact situation as those they are judging. Or maybe they did have things happen in their lives but were able to survive it because they had someone in their lives to fall back on like a family member. And yet these people will act like they’ve achieved all of this success on their own.
But the rich in this country, those that want to pay less taxes and eliminate programs such as welfare (because they got theirs so screw everybody else), they’ve already won. They already have the rest of us convinced that the poor are only poor because they are lazy. Because they are bad people. Which has no basis in reality, of course. But that ship has sailed, I’m afraid.
But I bet this show will be a massive success. And now I’m mad because before I read this article I would have had no idea this show even exists. Happy Friday.
“America perceives poverty as a moral failure, which is why the participants on The Briefcase have to perform generosity to such an extreme degree. These people have to “prove” themselves as virtuous—to themselves, to one another, but in particular to a viewing audience at home—to show how unlike other poor people they are. We’re not really poor, we just had a string of really bad luck, unlike those other people who are poor on purpose. I’m not suggesting the families on the show aren’t actually nice. In fact, many of them seem incredibly loving and wonderful, people any of us would be lucky to know. But even assholes are entitled not to live a life of abject suffering. Why does the burden of helping “struggling” people fall on other struggling people? Is Les Moonves pulling his car over to throw up because he’s so paralyzed by trying to do the right thing? If he is, make a show about that. If he’s not, make a show about why not.”
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