I am sick and tired of my bratty brother! Why does he insist on trying to annoy me?! Every time I am within a certain distance of him he proceeds to talk to me nonstop and insults not only me but my friends, my habits and the way I look.
If I manage to ignore him via my MP3 player he decides to pick up the nearest object and prod me with it to see how I will react.
Eventually I decide to get up and yell at him to stop but he just laughs and continues on with the act. I have been enduring this for 13 years and I have somehow avoided beating him every time he gets hold of that stick!
He also refuses to let me near any electronic appliance while he is around. Whether it is the computer (which he is not using but claims he is) or the scanner (which he knows I need for my work), he refuses me access, just to annoy me.
I swear he is a masochist, because he has seen me full-on angry and yet he thinks I am too much of a wimp or a coward to punch him back when he punches me.
He thinks that he can control me and he is in charge. He thinks that his little 'problem' will stop me from yelling at him but he is wrong.
Today I almost beat him with that bloody stick of his and a heavy book but he still proceeds to annoy me. He tells me to calm down in that arrogant tone of his and yet he still annoys me. He always has a comeback to everything I say and always tries to prove me wrong. I could even have physical evidence to contradict what he is claiming and he will freak out saying how I ruined everything and that I am annoying him.
Sorry, 'dear' brother, but that is known as hypocrisy and I don't like it. He still thinks that he can annoy me and I won't get back at him! I simply annoy him because he annoys me first and yet he claims that I shouldn't annoy anyone because it's rude and someone will get annoyed.
HA! Don't make me laugh! Hate to stick it to you painfully brother but you have gotten on my last nerve. I will end up losing it soon and you will be afraid of the consequences.
You actually think that I will sit in that corner enduring all that stupidity of yours because I have enough sense to avoid getting in trouble? Yes, that's right, my whole life I have been getting into trouble for your stupidity and you think that you can just keep on acting like this without getting into trouble. Well, bratty brother, you have annoyed me for the last time.
Year after year it's the same thing. I have gotten sick of the exact same tune and I think I'm going to play something new. You think that you are the greatest? I'll scare you right out of your pants. I am going to take that bloody stick and I will shove it into your eye socket and through your brain.
So, brother, if you ever learn to read and learn that it is not below you to actually learn anything I hope you read this. I bet after reading this you will still think you can challenge me and I will take a rock and smash in your skull until your brain is lying in little bloody pieces across the ground (My goodness, how morbid I am?). But do you think I will really give a monkey's uncle about what you think about the way my friends or I look as you lose the last of your consciousness as I kill you?
I have never harboured such hatred towards anyone in my entire life. I have endured you for 13 years and ever since you could talk you have decided that it would be fun to annoy me and you have decided to embarrass me in public and make me lose my friends.
One day all that taunting will come right back at you and it will hurt. You think that having longer arms that me or being taller will stop me from beating you up? You think that having your little problem and mum on your side will stop me from smashing your head into the wall? Sorry, but even mum is amazed I haven't snapped yet and is waiting for me to smash in your skull.
I am not a nice person, brother, and you know it and you still believe I will never take my anger out on you. I have taken my anger out on you brat and you know it. I believe that I pushed you down the stairs and stomped on your head until mum came back from the shop and grounded me. That was when I was eight, boy. Imagine what I will do now.
So don't piss me off, brat, or I will snap again. You were lucky today but if that coffee was hot I would have dragged you out of bed by the hair and reminded you of who I am. I am your older sister and I tend to show 'affection' through tough 'love'. If you break any more of my things, mock any more of my friends or insult my appearance, habits or intelligence one more time I will take that spear away from the wall and stab your stomach with it until blood spurts all over the living room walls. I don't care about the authorities at this point in my life. You have pushed me beyond that. Hell, it doesn't have to be just you either. I have been holding back 15 years of blood lust for too long and, if insulted by anyone, I will lose it. I will beat that idiot black and blue and break their arms and legs. I know I am capable of doing this, and so do you. You know this because I almost broke your arm when I was younger and I only stopped when mum came in.
You're lucky to have mum guarding you otherwise you would end up starved, bleeding and bruised. You would fear me with all of your might because you would know that I am able to beat you beyond recognition.
So don't push me if you want to keep both of your eyes, brat. I will hurt you and you will live to regret those years of taunting if I am not merciful enough to kill you.
Well, that's a lot of anger forced onto the computer!
Rinrei
(Wow, I just read this over again after I realized how quick the Eternal Editor is at editing. I actually might have anger issues)
Tuesday, 3 January 2012
The Nightmare Before Christmas - A Film Review
I was fooling around on the telly a couple of nights back, wondering what to reserve for my weekend movie, when I spotted that Tim Burton's 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' was in the TV schedule. Without further ado, I fiddled with the remote control and had it recorded. It was yesterday when I got round to watching it, and today I shall write my very own review of this timeless classic.
For those of you who don't know already, 'The Nightmare Before Christmas' follows one Jack Skellington in his quest to take Christmas for his own. Discontent with Halloween Town and its associated holiday season, the Pumpkin King yearns to escape the cycle and add his own touch to a different season altogether. Helped by an elected official of no use, a professor of science and a girl held together by questionable stitching, he attempts to kidnap 'Sandy Claws' and steal Christmas for his own! Muhahahaha...
I have to say, I like the story. The idea of a lonely skeleton bored with life (if you can call a dead thing's existence a 'life') trying to invade the festive season is a peculiar one to say the least, and that's before you've even seen the first five minutes.
Those first five minutes make for some of the most entertaining animated film I have ever had the fortune (or misfortune) to see. Pumpkins impaled on spikes, ghostly figures across the moon and a bizarre array of vampires, witches and demon scarecrows all flash across the screen in those ingenius five minutes, and a tune of magnificent creepiness and delight graces the ears. Now I am not the biggest fan of musical numbers, especially in the middle of films, because they're always horribly cheesy and terrible. Remember Aladdin, folks. 'A Whole New World' should have been cut out of the reel altogether. If ever I get hold of the original, then I shall cut it out personally.
Anyways, I'm not usually a fan of sing-alongs in movies, but for this I make an exception. Through the whole film, there are occasional snippets of sing-song stuff and bats flying about to a beat. The difference here is that it really adds a lot to the film. Having a bunch of hunchbacked zombies marching around singing 'We all hail to the Pumpkin Song' really made me sit up and grin in fascinated horror.
The rest of the film is very similar. With a smattering of custom-written songs chucked in to spice up the whole mixture, it is brought to life by fantastic little characters and scenes that are all full of surprises (See that curly hill in the movie poster? It's not actually stationary.). After about ten minutes, you start anticipating the weird surprises that lurk under each and every coffin lid and inside the abandoned cello sitting in the corner. This is possibly best seen when the Halloween-ers are all making their own collection of presents to drop into children's bedrooms. My favourite is the snake. Watch it and see.
It's the unpredictability of it all that really ensnares me. That 'what's in that closet?' sort of feeling had me sitting stock still. It creeped me out at points. It was the bathtub with legs that finally picked me up and tossed me over the cliffs of sanity to meet the roaring sea of madness. I really didn't expect that one.
So, as to when this film could be watched. It could be classed as either of two genres - Horror or Holiday. I'm inclined to lean towards Holiday Horror. It could be watched at Christmas or Halloween, depending on your mood. That's when I would think it most logical to watch it. But suit yourselves. See it anytime you want to get seriously weirded out.
The final review is here.
I'll give it a well-deserved eight of ten (8/10). An awesome mix of slightly scary animated characters, really weird scenery and a good solid plot makes it a favourite holiday film of mine. You're constantly on the edge of your seat looking out for the next surprise. It is truly a very Tim Burtonesque film, and well worth a watch.
Therefore, if it's on the TV, then WATCH IT!
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| The movie poster for this classic Christmas/Halloween film. |
I have to say, I like the story. The idea of a lonely skeleton bored with life (if you can call a dead thing's existence a 'life') trying to invade the festive season is a peculiar one to say the least, and that's before you've even seen the first five minutes.
Those first five minutes make for some of the most entertaining animated film I have ever had the fortune (or misfortune) to see. Pumpkins impaled on spikes, ghostly figures across the moon and a bizarre array of vampires, witches and demon scarecrows all flash across the screen in those ingenius five minutes, and a tune of magnificent creepiness and delight graces the ears. Now I am not the biggest fan of musical numbers, especially in the middle of films, because they're always horribly cheesy and terrible. Remember Aladdin, folks. 'A Whole New World' should have been cut out of the reel altogether. If ever I get hold of the original, then I shall cut it out personally.
Anyways, I'm not usually a fan of sing-alongs in movies, but for this I make an exception. Through the whole film, there are occasional snippets of sing-song stuff and bats flying about to a beat. The difference here is that it really adds a lot to the film. Having a bunch of hunchbacked zombies marching around singing 'We all hail to the Pumpkin Song' really made me sit up and grin in fascinated horror.
The rest of the film is very similar. With a smattering of custom-written songs chucked in to spice up the whole mixture, it is brought to life by fantastic little characters and scenes that are all full of surprises (See that curly hill in the movie poster? It's not actually stationary.). After about ten minutes, you start anticipating the weird surprises that lurk under each and every coffin lid and inside the abandoned cello sitting in the corner. This is possibly best seen when the Halloween-ers are all making their own collection of presents to drop into children's bedrooms. My favourite is the snake. Watch it and see.
It's the unpredictability of it all that really ensnares me. That 'what's in that closet?' sort of feeling had me sitting stock still. It creeped me out at points. It was the bathtub with legs that finally picked me up and tossed me over the cliffs of sanity to meet the roaring sea of madness. I really didn't expect that one.
So, as to when this film could be watched. It could be classed as either of two genres - Horror or Holiday. I'm inclined to lean towards Holiday Horror. It could be watched at Christmas or Halloween, depending on your mood. That's when I would think it most logical to watch it. But suit yourselves. See it anytime you want to get seriously weirded out.
The final review is here.
I'll give it a well-deserved eight of ten (8/10). An awesome mix of slightly scary animated characters, really weird scenery and a good solid plot makes it a favourite holiday film of mine. You're constantly on the edge of your seat looking out for the next surprise. It is truly a very Tim Burtonesque film, and well worth a watch.
Therefore, if it's on the TV, then WATCH IT!
Monday, 2 January 2012
Sherlock - A Scandal in Belgravia - An Episode Review
The second series of 'Sherlock' sees the return of everyone's favourite detective in a new string of storylines adapted from Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's original works (I think). If you would all care to travel back to the end of the last series in 2010, then you would remember that the third and final episode in the series ended with the most annoying of endings - a cliffhanger. (Jump for joy, Evil. You made that happen. Grr.) We begin by picking up from that. However, most of the story doesn't have anything to do with James Moriarty. Instead, we have a possible scandal at hand.
Sherlock and Watson are up to their usual tricks - solving mysteries and fighting crime. However, due to the success of John's blog, they have a steady influx of mysteries to solve - assuming Sherlock can be bothered. The lazy sod is only taking on cases that interest him, leaving Watson with the job of cleaning up his messes.
This is the point when three men in rather neat suits enter the room and make him an offer that he cannot refuse, not least of all because they'll drag him away if he doesn't come willingly.
The Royal Family gave a problem. Compromising pictures of one of the Family have been found to exist - and they're in the hands of Irene Addler, a notorious criminal.
I wasn't terribly impressed with this particular Sherlock case. That's mostly to do with the fact that there wasn't a single, solid crime that they were investigating. The story kind of hopped around a bit. The general joy of the Sherlock series is that there's a definite crime to solve, not some silly bouncing about like a spacehopper in an oversized washing machine. It really annoyed me. Also, there was too wide a timeframe for the episode. That side of it was bad.
The rest wasn't all that good either. The whole thing didn't advance very fast until the last half hour. Then there was done stuff about Coventry, a jumbo jet and then some extra bits I didn't catch.
So that was, admittedly, a short review, but do not fault me. That's pretty much all I thought after viewing the thing.
I rate this a four out of ten (4/10). Silly story, mixed up other stuff and too much romance for it's own good. Sorry, Mr Moffat. Not really that impressed.
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| Sherlock Holmes and his accomplice John Watson. |
This is the point when three men in rather neat suits enter the room and make him an offer that he cannot refuse, not least of all because they'll drag him away if he doesn't come willingly.
The Royal Family gave a problem. Compromising pictures of one of the Family have been found to exist - and they're in the hands of Irene Addler, a notorious criminal.
I wasn't terribly impressed with this particular Sherlock case. That's mostly to do with the fact that there wasn't a single, solid crime that they were investigating. The story kind of hopped around a bit. The general joy of the Sherlock series is that there's a definite crime to solve, not some silly bouncing about like a spacehopper in an oversized washing machine. It really annoyed me. Also, there was too wide a timeframe for the episode. That side of it was bad.
The rest wasn't all that good either. The whole thing didn't advance very fast until the last half hour. Then there was done stuff about Coventry, a jumbo jet and then some extra bits I didn't catch.
So that was, admittedly, a short review, but do not fault me. That's pretty much all I thought after viewing the thing.
I rate this a four out of ten (4/10). Silly story, mixed up other stuff and too much romance for it's own good. Sorry, Mr Moffat. Not really that impressed.
Happy New Year...
Yes, I realise that I am a few days late for this, but would you rather I didn't say anything at all? (Professor, don't answer that.)
Well, my dear little servants friends, I hope your Christmas was pleasant, and if it wasn't then I hope that the unpleasantness came after the general goodwill part as it did for me. You shall observe that I have survived the opening of presents and the wonderful dinner that my mother had made. However, soon after this I went to a friend's house, and the veritable sea of animal fur in that house caused my throat to give up on itself and plague me with phlegm for the days after. I am still suffering from this, despite many puffs from an inhaler and taking medicine. Never fear, I promise you I am still living happily, watching the epic-ness that is Kung Fu Panda 2 and stuffing my face with the wonderful "polo chocolate" that my friend kindly gave me.
The real reason I am on now is to sort of remind you all that I still exist. Recently I have been going through an "Artist's Block" where I have not been able to think of anything to draw. I have been down in the dumps about this and not really thinking about anything else. This has not only interfered with blogging, but also with my schoolwork which, as of this moment, I am trying to catch up on. But it is nothing to worry about now, as I have now completely gotten the "Block" out of my system by scribbling with blue pen. Right now I am in the process of drawing a picture which will hopefully satisfy me for a long time.
So I'm back to blogging. My review of 'Twilight' shall be finished later. I actually need to plan what I am about to write and maybe I'll be doing more topical rants when I feel like it. For now I hope you all survive the apocalypse later this year but until then, goodnight.
Well, my dear little The real reason I am on now is to sort of remind you all that I still exist. Recently I have been going through an "Artist's Block" where I have not been able to think of anything to draw. I have been down in the dumps about this and not really thinking about anything else. This has not only interfered with blogging, but also with my schoolwork which, as of this moment, I am trying to catch up on. But it is nothing to worry about now, as I have now completely gotten the "Block" out of my system by scribbling with blue pen. Right now I am in the process of drawing a picture which will hopefully satisfy me for a long time.
So I'm back to blogging. My review of 'Twilight' shall be finished later. I actually need to plan what I am about to write and maybe I'll be doing more topical rants when I feel like it. For now I hope you all survive the apocalypse later this year but until then, goodnight.
Once Upon A Giblet...
Once upon a giblet, a giblet was squashed. The reason for his messy demise is known. Unfortunately, we are not going to keep it a secret. The main reason is that he had the weight of the beginning placed upon him. This beginning was so heavy because it was filled with a lot of words. And, following the old saying, 'you are what you eat', this particular beginning was a coathanger.
So, this coathanger-beginning was not a nice guy. He wandered around the open plains, finding various objects to apply the full beginning-force upon. But one day he tried to beginning-force an innocent cactus. He then exploded.
Don't ask me why he exploded. I don't know. Go ask the cactus. Except the cactus doesn't know either. I made sure. By that I don't mean that I was civilised and brutally murdered him, but that I asked him rather politely.
A WHOLE NEEW WORLD
A WHOLE NEW FANTASTIC POOOINT OF VIEW
NO ONE TO TELL US NOO
OR WHERE TO GO
OR SAY WE'RE ONLY DREAMING.
On the other hand, that particular chimpanzee could've caused several of the fires. I would explain how, but I don't want to.
I hope this post keeps you peasants busy for a while because I am lazy.
Goodbye.
So, this coathanger-beginning was not a nice guy. He wandered around the open plains, finding various objects to apply the full beginning-force upon. But one day he tried to beginning-force an innocent cactus. He then exploded.
Don't ask me why he exploded. I don't know. Go ask the cactus. Except the cactus doesn't know either. I made sure. By that I don't mean that I was civilised and brutally murdered him, but that I asked him rather politely.
A WHOLE NEEW WORLD
A WHOLE NEW FANTASTIC POOOINT OF VIEW
NO ONE TO TELL US NOO
OR WHERE TO GO
OR SAY WE'RE ONLY DREAMING.
On the other hand, that particular chimpanzee could've caused several of the fires. I would explain how, but I don't want to.
I hope this post keeps you peasants busy for a while because I am lazy.
Goodbye.
Sunday, 1 January 2012
January 2012 Update
Another month gone, but this time it's different. For the first time, the Kettle sees the dawn of a new year!
Yup, it's 2012 and the blog is already steaming ahead. Last month saw the Kettle doing the best yet. Views from all around the world have poured in, and the audience appears to have widened considerably. Hits from locations as far away as Croatia, Latvia, South Korea and Canada have all found their places among the ranks of views alongside the big three - The UK, Russia and the USA. If any of you lot know folks elsewhere who would enjoy the blog, tell them. We're not turning down the opportunity of widening the audience further!
We gained two new authors last month - Rinrei and The Eternal Editor. You've probably seen evidence of their work, seeing as they joined pretty early in December. They've helped the views rocket to an all-time high. And just a quick thank-you to the people who did apply but got turned down. Keep trying and you'll get there eventually. Write, write, write! Live to write, write to live. That's one of my mottos. And I'm still looking for applicants, if anyone's interested.
As this is the first update for the New Year, I feel obliged to make it a particularly special one. However, due to a lack of imagination brought on by severe over-sleeping, you'll have to wait for now.
As far as plans for this month go, I kind of hope to get hold of another TV series to review. I'm aware that I sort of ran out of TV series when I quit Merlin and 'Death in Paradise' ended. However, never fear! There's a particularly brilliant super-sleuth airing a brand new series tonight which I'm intent upon watching. I'll give you a clue. The detective's name is Sherlock Holmes.
All the best for 2012, this is A Whole Different Kettle of Fish saying a brief farewell. And I mean it when I say brief. There are articles to write, and we all must write them!
As an aside, I know that I promised paradoxes to a certain person. You'll get them soon, all being well. Patience!
Yup, it's 2012 and the blog is already steaming ahead. Last month saw the Kettle doing the best yet. Views from all around the world have poured in, and the audience appears to have widened considerably. Hits from locations as far away as Croatia, Latvia, South Korea and Canada have all found their places among the ranks of views alongside the big three - The UK, Russia and the USA. If any of you lot know folks elsewhere who would enjoy the blog, tell them. We're not turning down the opportunity of widening the audience further!
We gained two new authors last month - Rinrei and The Eternal Editor. You've probably seen evidence of their work, seeing as they joined pretty early in December. They've helped the views rocket to an all-time high. And just a quick thank-you to the people who did apply but got turned down. Keep trying and you'll get there eventually. Write, write, write! Live to write, write to live. That's one of my mottos. And I'm still looking for applicants, if anyone's interested.
As this is the first update for the New Year, I feel obliged to make it a particularly special one. However, due to a lack of imagination brought on by severe over-sleeping, you'll have to wait for now.
As far as plans for this month go, I kind of hope to get hold of another TV series to review. I'm aware that I sort of ran out of TV series when I quit Merlin and 'Death in Paradise' ended. However, never fear! There's a particularly brilliant super-sleuth airing a brand new series tonight which I'm intent upon watching. I'll give you a clue. The detective's name is Sherlock Holmes.
All the best for 2012, this is A Whole Different Kettle of Fish saying a brief farewell. And I mean it when I say brief. There are articles to write, and we all must write them!
As an aside, I know that I promised paradoxes to a certain person. You'll get them soon, all being well. Patience!
Resolutions? I Think Not!
It's quite a common occurrence for people to make resolutions for the New Year at the end of the last. It's a tradition that has been carried out annually for goodness knows how long. I find the action of making a resolution rather quaint and, ultimately, pointless.
For those of you who do not already know, a new year's resolution is when one makes a sort of promise to either themselves or others in which one pledges to do something or other, for example stick to a diet or give a certain amount of money to charity each month. At its most basic, it is a person saying that they'll do (or not do) something and really trying to stick to it.
I think this is a pointless excercise.
Assume it is New Year, which it is anyway, but ignore that. You've decided to take up Spanish. This is a great idea, and I applaud you for choosing to do so, because Spanish is a very useful language to learn, holding a top ten spot on the 'list of languages spoken by the most people'. (Can you tell that I just made that up off the top of my head?) So while I shake your hand and tell you how it's a great thing you're doing, I still have a question for you: Why did you wait?
I can understand why people wait until New Year. I really do. Some folks feel compelled to do something for the New Year. I just don't understand why they don't start earlier. I mean, if something's worth doing, then why hold off? Of course, over the New Year there's kind of an incentive to make this year better than the last, but surely the same principle can be applied to practically any timeframe. Make today better than yesterday, this week better than last. Years seem to have some special hold over us, don't they? Even so, I don't think a New Year's resolution should be kept in a box until New Year. Let one loose in June or something. It is for this very reason that I myself don't really make New Year's resolutions. If something's worth doing, then why wait?
As I leave you with this, I'd just like to say that you probably should make a resolution of some kind. Take up Karate, go to the gym more often, stop stealing biscuits from the tin. Write a novel. That's what I aim to try and do. I should have started earlier, but let's face it, I like to procrastinate. It's an art.
Good luck in whatever you do with yourselves in 2012. Make it worthwhile.
Regards, Professor Pisces
For those of you who do not already know, a new year's resolution is when one makes a sort of promise to either themselves or others in which one pledges to do something or other, for example stick to a diet or give a certain amount of money to charity each month. At its most basic, it is a person saying that they'll do (or not do) something and really trying to stick to it.
I think this is a pointless excercise.
Assume it is New Year, which it is anyway, but ignore that. You've decided to take up Spanish. This is a great idea, and I applaud you for choosing to do so, because Spanish is a very useful language to learn, holding a top ten spot on the 'list of languages spoken by the most people'. (Can you tell that I just made that up off the top of my head?) So while I shake your hand and tell you how it's a great thing you're doing, I still have a question for you: Why did you wait?
I can understand why people wait until New Year. I really do. Some folks feel compelled to do something for the New Year. I just don't understand why they don't start earlier. I mean, if something's worth doing, then why hold off? Of course, over the New Year there's kind of an incentive to make this year better than the last, but surely the same principle can be applied to practically any timeframe. Make today better than yesterday, this week better than last. Years seem to have some special hold over us, don't they? Even so, I don't think a New Year's resolution should be kept in a box until New Year. Let one loose in June or something. It is for this very reason that I myself don't really make New Year's resolutions. If something's worth doing, then why wait?
As I leave you with this, I'd just like to say that you probably should make a resolution of some kind. Take up Karate, go to the gym more often, stop stealing biscuits from the tin. Write a novel. That's what I aim to try and do. I should have started earlier, but let's face it, I like to procrastinate. It's an art.
Good luck in whatever you do with yourselves in 2012. Make it worthwhile.
Regards, Professor Pisces
Fungal Infections
If you have a fungal infection, you should get it checked out.
Also, Happy New Year.
Also, Happy New Year.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
Groggy And Grumpy, But The Plan Worked. I Wish It Hadn't.
Bah.
Okay, it was good to get that out of my system. Now I shall move on to more pressing issues.
You know how yesterday I was talking about sleep-ins? I've finally found a way to stop the sleeping-past-noon.
The past couple of weeks, I've been sleeping far too much. I've been drifting off at midnight and waking up at noon. I've noticed a certain pattern to the cycle. Every night, I go to sleep later because I feel less tired due to the lengthy sleep-in that I had that day, then wake up even later than the day before. So the cycle continues. Due to the end of the holidays beginning to loom, I decided that I needed to snap myself out of this process that's turning me nocturnal. (I know I swapped tenses in the middle of the sentence. That was intended. Editor, you're supposed to be on holiday. You have no life.) Professor as I am, I devised a simple but predictably effective plan to bring me to my senses - at least, bring me to my senses earlier than noon.
I'm really not sure this idea was my best ever.
The general idea was that, seeing as I wasn't doing enough to make myself tired and was sleeping so much to avoid tiredness with a vengeance, I would rid myself of sleep for twenty four hours in an effort to purge myself of the habit. In my journal (yes, I do actually write these things down somewhere - Matt, get no ideas), I duly noted that the predicted side effects of this 'treatment' would be headaches, general ill behavior towards other living creatures and, of course, persisting debilitating tiredness for as long as the experiment was continued for. The predicted outcome was that, after the treatment had been exacted - oh dear, this sounds like an evil torture, which it really isn't - and a recovery window of one to two days, sleeping patterns would resume a normal level.
Again, I'm really not sure this ranks as one of the greatest plans in the history of humanity.
The procedure was simple enough, at least as far as staying awake was concerned. It's really rather amazing what seven hours of playing Professor Layton can do for you. No, that was the easy bit. The side effects are rather bad though.
As I sit here now, I have a headache, drooping eyelids and a machete in my right hand. I was correct when I predicted a sore head, tiredness and possibly antisocial behavior. I am fighting to keep my eyelids open. The headache is making things interesting. The machete is there in case anyone tries to approach me displaying anything but the utmost caution and a flagon of coffee. I'm irritable and generally crabby. The thing is, I need to keep this up until the end of the evening at least for the experiment to stand much chance at working. Of course, the extreme tiredness could backfire and make me sleep in longer, and then I'd be back to square one. Considering I was at square five before the experiment began, that would not be helpful in the slightest. I've generally succeeded in predicting my own misery.
However, there is an old saying: Pain is obligatory. Misery is optional. I am here to tell you that in this case, whoever first quoted this saying was an idiot. They had obviously never deprived themselves of sleep for any length of time.
On a side note, I've managed to completely offset my balance to a point where everything seems slanted. Who knew that the Doctor Who Christmas Special seemed better when viewed at an angle of thirty seven and a half degrees? Not me. Not until today, at least.
I'm off to be crabby elsewhere and to try and cheer myself up with a spot of Terry Pratchett followed by Fawlty Towers and a cup of sugar. Yes, I did say sugar. I need energy. Sugar is energy. Ergo, I need sugar.
Happy New year, folks. See you later.
Oh, and a final note: Please, none of you ever actually try this. It's more trouble than it's worth. Trust me. I'm asleep.
Okay, it was good to get that out of my system. Now I shall move on to more pressing issues.
You know how yesterday I was talking about sleep-ins? I've finally found a way to stop the sleeping-past-noon.
The past couple of weeks, I've been sleeping far too much. I've been drifting off at midnight and waking up at noon. I've noticed a certain pattern to the cycle. Every night, I go to sleep later because I feel less tired due to the lengthy sleep-in that I had that day, then wake up even later than the day before. So the cycle continues. Due to the end of the holidays beginning to loom, I decided that I needed to snap myself out of this process that's turning me nocturnal. (I know I swapped tenses in the middle of the sentence. That was intended. Editor, you're supposed to be on holiday. You have no life.) Professor as I am, I devised a simple but predictably effective plan to bring me to my senses - at least, bring me to my senses earlier than noon.
I'm really not sure this idea was my best ever.
The general idea was that, seeing as I wasn't doing enough to make myself tired and was sleeping so much to avoid tiredness with a vengeance, I would rid myself of sleep for twenty four hours in an effort to purge myself of the habit. In my journal (yes, I do actually write these things down somewhere - Matt, get no ideas), I duly noted that the predicted side effects of this 'treatment' would be headaches, general ill behavior towards other living creatures and, of course, persisting debilitating tiredness for as long as the experiment was continued for. The predicted outcome was that, after the treatment had been exacted - oh dear, this sounds like an evil torture, which it really isn't - and a recovery window of one to two days, sleeping patterns would resume a normal level.
Again, I'm really not sure this ranks as one of the greatest plans in the history of humanity.
The procedure was simple enough, at least as far as staying awake was concerned. It's really rather amazing what seven hours of playing Professor Layton can do for you. No, that was the easy bit. The side effects are rather bad though.
As I sit here now, I have a headache, drooping eyelids and a machete in my right hand. I was correct when I predicted a sore head, tiredness and possibly antisocial behavior. I am fighting to keep my eyelids open. The headache is making things interesting. The machete is there in case anyone tries to approach me displaying anything but the utmost caution and a flagon of coffee. I'm irritable and generally crabby. The thing is, I need to keep this up until the end of the evening at least for the experiment to stand much chance at working. Of course, the extreme tiredness could backfire and make me sleep in longer, and then I'd be back to square one. Considering I was at square five before the experiment began, that would not be helpful in the slightest. I've generally succeeded in predicting my own misery.
However, there is an old saying: Pain is obligatory. Misery is optional. I am here to tell you that in this case, whoever first quoted this saying was an idiot. They had obviously never deprived themselves of sleep for any length of time.
On a side note, I've managed to completely offset my balance to a point where everything seems slanted. Who knew that the Doctor Who Christmas Special seemed better when viewed at an angle of thirty seven and a half degrees? Not me. Not until today, at least.
I'm off to be crabby elsewhere and to try and cheer myself up with a spot of Terry Pratchett followed by Fawlty Towers and a cup of sugar. Yes, I did say sugar. I need energy. Sugar is energy. Ergo, I need sugar.
Happy New year, folks. See you later.
Oh, and a final note: Please, none of you ever actually try this. It's more trouble than it's worth. Trust me. I'm asleep.
Happy New Year
Hola, como estas, Happy New Year and all that stuff. I'm in a funny mood today. Tee hee.
Anyhow, as I have already said and shall now say again, a happy new year to you all. Yes, I am aware that this is December 31st, not January 1st, but to the cupboard under the stairs with all that. I'm saying it now so I don't have to say it later. I'm sure you won't read this until it's too late anyway.
If you really want to know why I'm acting like this, read the next post. You'll see why soon enough. That's assuming I can both muster the strength to blog a little more and remember what I'm writing while I write it.
I'm away. Good tidings to you for the new year. Make a resolution, hug a tree, eat a keyboard or something. I don't have the strength to care right now. Just remember that the end of the world is approaching. Sure enough, it always is, I suppose, but this one's predicted to occur on the 21st December 2012 or thereabouts. Enjoy the Doomsday Party. Send me a slice of cake.
Anyhow, as I have already said and shall now say again, a happy new year to you all. Yes, I am aware that this is December 31st, not January 1st, but to the cupboard under the stairs with all that. I'm saying it now so I don't have to say it later. I'm sure you won't read this until it's too late anyway.
If you really want to know why I'm acting like this, read the next post. You'll see why soon enough. That's assuming I can both muster the strength to blog a little more and remember what I'm writing while I write it.
I'm away. Good tidings to you for the new year. Make a resolution, hug a tree, eat a keyboard or something. I don't have the strength to care right now. Just remember that the end of the world is approaching. Sure enough, it always is, I suppose, but this one's predicted to occur on the 21st December 2012 or thereabouts. Enjoy the Doomsday Party. Send me a slice of cake.
Friday, 30 December 2011
The Ghost of Christmas Five Days Past
Hey folks! Hope you all had a wonderful Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day... hang a sec, let me check the calendar... Proclamation Day? I have no idea what that is and I have no intention of putting precious time into finding out. Someone leave me a comment explaining it please.
Anyway, I'm sure that at least some of you will have been enjoying the holiday season up to this point. New games to play, electronics to mess around with, books to read, yeah? That's how I've been spending my past five or six days.
Thing is, I like lazing around. I enjoy having a good long sleep-in on every day that I don't absolutely have to get up at a certain time. (Is anyone else afflicted with that weird curse where when you do have to get up early, it's at some ungodly hour, ie five o'clock? I am. Does anyone share my suffering?) I like to spend my days playing casual games of chess, solving mildly challenging puzzles in the pursuit of furthering my investigations and reading hilariously funny books on the Amazon Kindle that was presented to me. I even don't really mind watching all the films that my entire family has accumulated and are desperate to watch. In my eyes, all the above actions are just normal, run-of-the-mill holiday things.
However, things aren't always happy-happy, are they? Let me tell you about my average Christmas. Oh, don't worry, I'm not going into detail. I'm in far too good a mood for that.
So Christmas Day is a blast. Presents, dinner, general merriment. You get what I mean. Christmas Day is just an awesome all-round good time for the whole family. Then the day ends and we all go to bed ridiculously late (or early, if you're Skald).
The next day isn't quite so good.
There's a point where things peak. For example, a mountain. That is the obvious analogy to be used here. The mountain slopes up, peaks, and then slopes back down. Good times are like that. They get better and better, peak, and then get a little bit worse for a while until everything's back to normal. Of course, we could go into how the land on the other side is rarely the same level as the soil on the other side of the mountain, but that's taking it a little too far.
In my household, Christmas is pretty much identical to what we have here. You wake up, the day gets better and better, reaches the ceiling at around six o'clock and winds down after the Doctor Who Christmas Special ends. (Oh, and am I alone in thinking that the Christmas Special this year was really just terrible, with minor peril added and a very predictable soppy ending? I'm not letting this drop. I'll speak of this later, mark my words.) You go to sleep and wake up groggy with a splitting headache because you either a) drank too much in the way of alcohol b) drank too little in the way of water or c) a combination of too much and too little. The day isn't nearly as good as the day before in any possible way, apart from maybe that the electricity bills go down for that one day and there's no possibility of a stray candle setting the whole house on fire.
I call this phenomenon the 'Boxing Day Blues'. I give it a name because I suffer from it almost every single year.
I'm not sure if I'm alone in feeling this way. However, I do know that it's certainly the biggest downside to any exciting time that I've ever experienced. The same happens with the 'End of Holiday Blues'. As you get closer to the end of a two week break or something, you realise that life actualy has to go on as per usual. As a result, I personally don't enjoy those last few days simply because I'm preoccupied with the future. I guess we just have to learn to live with the inevitable, don't we? If we can't do that, then life doesn't progress. Live for the present and to hell with the inevitable. What's going to happen is going to happen. End of. Get on with it, yeah? At least, that's what I tell myself. It works, mostly. Even so, we all come down with the holiday blues sometimes. This is me saying that I'm suffering that just now.
What's the cure? You need to get up and go do something. Travel, write, blog, if you do something then you feel better. To fall back on a recent-but-not-too-recent event, NaNoWriMo really collapsed when I stopped for a break. Contrary to my belief, the break really stunted my work. I couldn't bring myself to do anything simply because I had too much time. Of course, it picked up and I won it eventually, but picking myself back up was the most difficult part.
I think the best cure for this sort of thing is to lose yourself in something that is actually beneficial to you. That doesn't mean reading a book or making progress in a video game. Get up and do something. It helps. I know. Trust me. You probably shouldn't, but do so anyway.
Anyway, here's hoping that those blues will go away as I reboot the blog for 2012. There's work to be done. I'm gonna make this year the best yet!
Ahem.
As a finishing note, happy New Year to you all! Prosper in the New Year. Make a resolution. Send a card. Throw an egg at Matt's house for the fun of it. Just generally enjoy yourselves.
Toiling away to make the wheels of The Kettle turn, this is Professor Pisces signing off. But not for long, mind.
To the rest of the Kettle: Don't think I've forgotten you! Okay folks, break's over. Back to work in the New Year, please. And yes, Matt, this is the general New Year, NOT Chinese New Year that I speak of!
Alrighty, rant over, I shall leave you in relative peace - for now. Muhahahaha...
Anyway, I'm sure that at least some of you will have been enjoying the holiday season up to this point. New games to play, electronics to mess around with, books to read, yeah? That's how I've been spending my past five or six days.
Thing is, I like lazing around. I enjoy having a good long sleep-in on every day that I don't absolutely have to get up at a certain time. (Is anyone else afflicted with that weird curse where when you do have to get up early, it's at some ungodly hour, ie five o'clock? I am. Does anyone share my suffering?) I like to spend my days playing casual games of chess, solving mildly challenging puzzles in the pursuit of furthering my investigations and reading hilariously funny books on the Amazon Kindle that was presented to me. I even don't really mind watching all the films that my entire family has accumulated and are desperate to watch. In my eyes, all the above actions are just normal, run-of-the-mill holiday things.
However, things aren't always happy-happy, are they? Let me tell you about my average Christmas. Oh, don't worry, I'm not going into detail. I'm in far too good a mood for that.
So Christmas Day is a blast. Presents, dinner, general merriment. You get what I mean. Christmas Day is just an awesome all-round good time for the whole family. Then the day ends and we all go to bed ridiculously late (or early, if you're Skald).
The next day isn't quite so good.
There's a point where things peak. For example, a mountain. That is the obvious analogy to be used here. The mountain slopes up, peaks, and then slopes back down. Good times are like that. They get better and better, peak, and then get a little bit worse for a while until everything's back to normal. Of course, we could go into how the land on the other side is rarely the same level as the soil on the other side of the mountain, but that's taking it a little too far.
In my household, Christmas is pretty much identical to what we have here. You wake up, the day gets better and better, reaches the ceiling at around six o'clock and winds down after the Doctor Who Christmas Special ends. (Oh, and am I alone in thinking that the Christmas Special this year was really just terrible, with minor peril added and a very predictable soppy ending? I'm not letting this drop. I'll speak of this later, mark my words.) You go to sleep and wake up groggy with a splitting headache because you either a) drank too much in the way of alcohol b) drank too little in the way of water or c) a combination of too much and too little. The day isn't nearly as good as the day before in any possible way, apart from maybe that the electricity bills go down for that one day and there's no possibility of a stray candle setting the whole house on fire.
I call this phenomenon the 'Boxing Day Blues'. I give it a name because I suffer from it almost every single year.
I'm not sure if I'm alone in feeling this way. However, I do know that it's certainly the biggest downside to any exciting time that I've ever experienced. The same happens with the 'End of Holiday Blues'. As you get closer to the end of a two week break or something, you realise that life actualy has to go on as per usual. As a result, I personally don't enjoy those last few days simply because I'm preoccupied with the future. I guess we just have to learn to live with the inevitable, don't we? If we can't do that, then life doesn't progress. Live for the present and to hell with the inevitable. What's going to happen is going to happen. End of. Get on with it, yeah? At least, that's what I tell myself. It works, mostly. Even so, we all come down with the holiday blues sometimes. This is me saying that I'm suffering that just now.
What's the cure? You need to get up and go do something. Travel, write, blog, if you do something then you feel better. To fall back on a recent-but-not-too-recent event, NaNoWriMo really collapsed when I stopped for a break. Contrary to my belief, the break really stunted my work. I couldn't bring myself to do anything simply because I had too much time. Of course, it picked up and I won it eventually, but picking myself back up was the most difficult part.
I think the best cure for this sort of thing is to lose yourself in something that is actually beneficial to you. That doesn't mean reading a book or making progress in a video game. Get up and do something. It helps. I know. Trust me. You probably shouldn't, but do so anyway.
Anyway, here's hoping that those blues will go away as I reboot the blog for 2012. There's work to be done. I'm gonna make this year the best yet!
Ahem.
As a finishing note, happy New Year to you all! Prosper in the New Year. Make a resolution. Send a card. Throw an egg at Matt's house for the fun of it. Just generally enjoy yourselves.
Toiling away to make the wheels of The Kettle turn, this is Professor Pisces signing off. But not for long, mind.
To the rest of the Kettle: Don't think I've forgotten you! Okay folks, break's over. Back to work in the New Year, please. And yes, Matt, this is the general New Year, NOT Chinese New Year that I speak of!
Alrighty, rant over, I shall leave you in relative peace - for now. Muhahahaha...
Monday, 26 December 2011
Numbers by Rachel Ward - A Book Review
I was browsing the new library stock last week in search of something to keep me entertained up until Christmas. Being a strange person as I am, I picked up 'Numbers' - or, more accurately, 2-on-its-side, U, M, B, backwards-3, R, S. Yes, that was how it was written. Very confusing.
Anyhow, I checked it out and pretty much had it finished yesterday. I noticed rather few posts entering the blog's cyberspace, so I thought 'I have nothing to lose. Let's write a review!'. So here I am, writing a review on the book 'Numbers'.
'Numbers' by Rachel Ward follows a fifteen year-old girl named Jem, who has been granted an amazing but terrible gift - she can see death dates in people's eyes. Their death dates. With her mother long dead, Jem moves between homes, never quite fitting in.
That's when she meets a boy named Spider. (Terry, actually, but he's called Spider as a sort of nickname.) A special bond grows between them, and they become good friends. Then a trip into London turns her world upside down, Jem finds herself on the run with Spider. Meanwhile, a life-changing date grows ever-closer, and Jem must find a way to outsmart the numbers. A life is at stake... and it's Spider's.
The plot of the book is very satisfying in many ways - fast paced and near unputdownable. Just like a real thriller should be. It does credit to its category, though not in the usual sense. It's not a 'Mission Impossible' type plot - not that many explosions, guns etc - but the author finds other means of drawing in the reader. Different fairly realistic situations leave the reader reeling and ready for the next one, though where that shock is going to come from is anyone's guess. The numbers are done really well, though a lot more could have been made of them, especially considering the book as a whole. There were quite a few opportunities to advance this a fair bit, but it just didn't happen.
Characters are also well structured and realistic. The picture painted of a pair of outcasts thrown together by goodness-knows-what-but-it-isn't-fate in a grotty London background is rather shocking at times, especially considering the very real use of explicit language (ie swearing) and talk of drugs. It does bring into perspective what the world is like today. Even so, the characters are rather enjoyable. Charismatic and understandable, to a level. Nice work. The numbers make for an extra added twist. Knowing when your loved ones are going to die can't be nice. It explains why Jem is so withdrawn, and her reluctance to make contact with anyone. She just doesn't want to have to suffer knowing what's going to happen to folk.
The themes in this book are well developed too. Drugs, problems with authority and friendship all play a part. Jem constantly refers to drugs in the first-person narrative, as her own mother died from an overdose. She and Spider both have sever problems with authority, seeing the justice system as prejudiced, unbalanced and generally not to their liking. The friendship bit is obvious. That's between Spider and Jem.
The prose is fairly easy to understand, with no big, complex words really featuring throughout. The book's written from Jem's point of view, and as such uses language that she herself would use. A result of this is that there are several passages using slang-like terms that would be used by teenagers and school kids in Britain today. There are some fairly direct uses of swearwords for effect which can be quite surprising when you aren't on the lookout for them. I got a wake-up call when I was reading certain bits of it to myself. It's not a book I'd recommend reading out publicly.
That brings me smartly on to recommendations. I'd recommend this book to older teens who don't mind a bit of violence, lots of swearing and some romantic scenes. Anyone into the Thriller genre should also enjoy it, with the exception of those chasing after all the guns and nuclear weapons usually found in certain of these books. There are not many guns to be found here, and only one bomb.
So, my review. It's a good book. Understandable prose that really appeals to teens, a fast paced plot and realistic characters make for interesting reading. However, it does get annoying at times when Jem is constantly trying to change the unchangeable. She dwells on the numbers a little too much, but who can blame her?
For all this, I'll give it a seven out of ten (7/10).
If you do happen to read this book, watch out for the end. It's a little confusing to a degree, but just remember this: There's a sequel.
Anyhow, I checked it out and pretty much had it finished yesterday. I noticed rather few posts entering the blog's cyberspace, so I thought 'I have nothing to lose. Let's write a review!'. So here I am, writing a review on the book 'Numbers'.
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| The book cover. See? 2, U, M, B, 3, R, S. Most confusing. |
That's when she meets a boy named Spider. (Terry, actually, but he's called Spider as a sort of nickname.) A special bond grows between them, and they become good friends. Then a trip into London turns her world upside down, Jem finds herself on the run with Spider. Meanwhile, a life-changing date grows ever-closer, and Jem must find a way to outsmart the numbers. A life is at stake... and it's Spider's.
The plot of the book is very satisfying in many ways - fast paced and near unputdownable. Just like a real thriller should be. It does credit to its category, though not in the usual sense. It's not a 'Mission Impossible' type plot - not that many explosions, guns etc - but the author finds other means of drawing in the reader. Different fairly realistic situations leave the reader reeling and ready for the next one, though where that shock is going to come from is anyone's guess. The numbers are done really well, though a lot more could have been made of them, especially considering the book as a whole. There were quite a few opportunities to advance this a fair bit, but it just didn't happen.
Characters are also well structured and realistic. The picture painted of a pair of outcasts thrown together by goodness-knows-what-but-it-isn't-fate in a grotty London background is rather shocking at times, especially considering the very real use of explicit language (ie swearing) and talk of drugs. It does bring into perspective what the world is like today. Even so, the characters are rather enjoyable. Charismatic and understandable, to a level. Nice work. The numbers make for an extra added twist. Knowing when your loved ones are going to die can't be nice. It explains why Jem is so withdrawn, and her reluctance to make contact with anyone. She just doesn't want to have to suffer knowing what's going to happen to folk.
The themes in this book are well developed too. Drugs, problems with authority and friendship all play a part. Jem constantly refers to drugs in the first-person narrative, as her own mother died from an overdose. She and Spider both have sever problems with authority, seeing the justice system as prejudiced, unbalanced and generally not to their liking. The friendship bit is obvious. That's between Spider and Jem.
The prose is fairly easy to understand, with no big, complex words really featuring throughout. The book's written from Jem's point of view, and as such uses language that she herself would use. A result of this is that there are several passages using slang-like terms that would be used by teenagers and school kids in Britain today. There are some fairly direct uses of swearwords for effect which can be quite surprising when you aren't on the lookout for them. I got a wake-up call when I was reading certain bits of it to myself. It's not a book I'd recommend reading out publicly.
That brings me smartly on to recommendations. I'd recommend this book to older teens who don't mind a bit of violence, lots of swearing and some romantic scenes. Anyone into the Thriller genre should also enjoy it, with the exception of those chasing after all the guns and nuclear weapons usually found in certain of these books. There are not many guns to be found here, and only one bomb.
So, my review. It's a good book. Understandable prose that really appeals to teens, a fast paced plot and realistic characters make for interesting reading. However, it does get annoying at times when Jem is constantly trying to change the unchangeable. She dwells on the numbers a little too much, but who can blame her?
For all this, I'll give it a seven out of ten (7/10).
If you do happen to read this book, watch out for the end. It's a little confusing to a degree, but just remember this: There's a sequel.
Sunday, 25 December 2011
Merry Christmas From The Kettle
It's Christmas Day again, you may or may not be celebrating Christmas. If you are, then enjoy the day. Open your presents and enjoy them to the full, but remember what you do already have and be grateful for it. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth; accept with gratitude. Don't be afraid to pig out on the food. It's there for a reason. Appreciate the work that goes into that food and enjoy it in the usual way. Share that last peice of cake. Pull a cracker with someone. Generally have a good time. But don't forget those who are less fortunate.
Soppy stuff over, this is Professor Pisces saying from all of us Kettlians (Matt, Evil Mistress of Cliffhangers, Rinrei and The Eternal Editor): Merry Christmas!
Deck the halls with boughs of holly, falalalala lalalala...
Soppy stuff over, this is Professor Pisces saying from all of us Kettlians (Matt, Evil Mistress of Cliffhangers, Rinrei and The Eternal Editor): Merry Christmas!
Deck the halls with boughs of holly, falalalala lalalala...
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
My Thoughts On Christmas
I came here to rant yet again but, instead, I will talk about something completely different. IT'S CHRISTMAS IN FOUR DAYS!!!
I love Christmas. I love the giving and receiving of presents. I love going to church and celebrating Christmas (although I only do this at the church near my dad's house in Wales). I even love SAYING the word Christmas. I love every aspect of Christmas that can occur upon this earth.
When I was a wee lass, my brother and I would wake up at three in the morning and charge straight into the living room. We would talk about who would open their presents before my mum woke up, and I was often the one that did this. Every year, a day before Christmas we got to open a present early. I had a habit of opening the smallest while my brother opened the largest.
I remember helping my mum make the Christmas dinner and eating it with my aunts and my sisters. There was this one time when I was seven (the most eventful time of my life and the time I managed to damage myself with recklessness the most) when I was in the kitchen and my mum was bringing out the turkey, gravy and all. She had told me to move but the place was overcrowded so the only thing I could do was move forward. I had walked right into the path of the turkey and smacked my head right off the boiling hot tray, gravy came oozing over the side. So, not only was a terribly burn inflicted upon me, but I almost killed our turkey in the process. (Note from The Editor: despite it being dead already.) My mum seemed more concerned about the turkey than me.
Lately, things have changed. My brother has decided that he will never eat chicken or any other kind of bird again, which kind of ruins our dinner. Everyone tells us what our presents are, so that spoils the surprise of it. A lot of people I know are getting TVs and iPhones for their Christmas. What happened to dolls and games?
As people grow older it seems that Christmas is disappearing. Even I am beginning to feel it. Nowadays, it seems that Christmas is just another day in the year in which you get presents and a big dinner. No one cares to think of its origins and no one thinks of spending time with the family. They would much prefer to talk to people on their phone or hang out with their friends and get drunk.
Christmas is dying and only we can save it. I'm giving you all a challenge. Spend time with your family at Christmas. Don't turn on the computer and don't talk to people on your phone. Be grateful for what you have, even if it is socks. Hell, go to church and sing carols. Do anything possible to avoid getting caught up in the commercial frenzy. And most of all, enjoy it. Enjoy every aspect of Christmas like I do. Don't see giving presents as a nuisance, you're making someone happy.
This will probably be my last post before Christmas, so Merry Christmas everyone!!!
Signing off!
Rinrei
I love Christmas. I love the giving and receiving of presents. I love going to church and celebrating Christmas (although I only do this at the church near my dad's house in Wales). I even love SAYING the word Christmas. I love every aspect of Christmas that can occur upon this earth.
When I was a wee lass, my brother and I would wake up at three in the morning and charge straight into the living room. We would talk about who would open their presents before my mum woke up, and I was often the one that did this. Every year, a day before Christmas we got to open a present early. I had a habit of opening the smallest while my brother opened the largest.
I remember helping my mum make the Christmas dinner and eating it with my aunts and my sisters. There was this one time when I was seven (the most eventful time of my life and the time I managed to damage myself with recklessness the most) when I was in the kitchen and my mum was bringing out the turkey, gravy and all. She had told me to move but the place was overcrowded so the only thing I could do was move forward. I had walked right into the path of the turkey and smacked my head right off the boiling hot tray, gravy came oozing over the side. So, not only was a terribly burn inflicted upon me, but I almost killed our turkey in the process. (Note from The Editor: despite it being dead already.) My mum seemed more concerned about the turkey than me.
Lately, things have changed. My brother has decided that he will never eat chicken or any other kind of bird again, which kind of ruins our dinner. Everyone tells us what our presents are, so that spoils the surprise of it. A lot of people I know are getting TVs and iPhones for their Christmas. What happened to dolls and games?
As people grow older it seems that Christmas is disappearing. Even I am beginning to feel it. Nowadays, it seems that Christmas is just another day in the year in which you get presents and a big dinner. No one cares to think of its origins and no one thinks of spending time with the family. They would much prefer to talk to people on their phone or hang out with their friends and get drunk.
Christmas is dying and only we can save it. I'm giving you all a challenge. Spend time with your family at Christmas. Don't turn on the computer and don't talk to people on your phone. Be grateful for what you have, even if it is socks. Hell, go to church and sing carols. Do anything possible to avoid getting caught up in the commercial frenzy. And most of all, enjoy it. Enjoy every aspect of Christmas like I do. Don't see giving presents as a nuisance, you're making someone happy.
This will probably be my last post before Christmas, so Merry Christmas everyone!!!
Signing off!
Rinrei
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Rinrei's Rants - No. 3
I see myself as someone who has this great ability to keep back their anger in real life (but not online, though). I hold back whatever murderous intentions I have and focus on other things such as prelim results. But even I have my limit. I can sit back and watch people call me names and embarrass me in public for hours so long as I haven't got a pencil or pen nearby.
Anyway, as I said, even I have my limits. Especially when it comes to others ruining our fun. This particular quality came to light during a recent confrontation. This incident happened a few days ago between my friends and I. Now, there is always one person in a group that nobody likes. We all have that person in that group. We keep them there to hate their guts. Our hobby when that person is not around is to cut them down. My group also has that person. We shall call him Beaver, for now.
Everywhere we go, he somehow gets there. We don't tell him where we're going and he's still there. He'll do that OMG-I-just-found-you run thing. I don't like him. My friends don't like him. We just don't like him.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand (whatever that is). We had this awesome ice slide where we were sitting and generally just sliding around on. Hyper, our most active member, was bolting down the ice doing handstands and the such. Anyway, Beaver was annoyed with us because he wanted the slide all for himself so he could show off how it only belonged to him. (He actually hinted at this. His own words were: "I found it first.")
First, he sat right in the middle of this slide. We ignored him and continued to slide down the slide. I finally came up with an idea to remove this nuisance. Evil, Hyper and I ganged up on Beaver and slid into him, forcing him off the slide.
At this he was furious. He got up and claimed he was going to the authorities to say we were bullying him. After watching him disappear into the building, we decided that we would enjoy whatever freedom we had left and slid down the slide doing crazy stunts like back flips.
He came storming back with a cup of hot chocolate. We questioned him on what he would do with said cup, and he answered us rather promptly. He walked up to the slide and poured the hot chocolate down it. Hyper and I tried to get rid of the hot chocolate but it was in vain. He laughed at our attempts and poured the rest of the hot chocolate down the slide.
We eventually shoved this complete spoilsport out of the way and slid down the hot chocolate, so the results weren't too bad. I was more annoyed by his attitude. He waschildish and spoilt. Why does he insist on ruining our fun? He thinks that if it does not belong to him then no one can use it. In his mind, everything he touches belongs to him and therefore no one else can have it. You can have nothing if he gives you no permission and even then he will suddenly decide that you can't have it. He hates you having things. You can not have things; he has to have it all. That peeves me. I have punched him several times because of this attitude. Cocky little creature thinks he can look down on us and expects us to worship him like some kind of god? He thinks that with an attitude like THAT we will like him? He thinks that claiming everything belongs to you and looking down on everyone will get you friends? NO! WE WILL SPEND OUR TIME INSULTING YOU WHEN YOU ARE NOT AROUND! We will hate you. Expect nothing else. We will just hate you. That's the end of it.
Anyway, rant over.
I'm signing off before I kill something!
Rinrei out!
Anyway, as I said, even I have my limits. Especially when it comes to others ruining our fun. This particular quality came to light during a recent confrontation. This incident happened a few days ago between my friends and I. Now, there is always one person in a group that nobody likes. We all have that person in that group. We keep them there to hate their guts. Our hobby when that person is not around is to cut them down. My group also has that person. We shall call him Beaver, for now.
Everywhere we go, he somehow gets there. We don't tell him where we're going and he's still there. He'll do that OMG-I-just-found-you run thing. I don't like him. My friends don't like him. We just don't like him.
Anyway, back to the subject at hand (whatever that is). We had this awesome ice slide where we were sitting and generally just sliding around on. Hyper, our most active member, was bolting down the ice doing handstands and the such. Anyway, Beaver was annoyed with us because he wanted the slide all for himself so he could show off how it only belonged to him. (He actually hinted at this. His own words were: "I found it first.")
First, he sat right in the middle of this slide. We ignored him and continued to slide down the slide. I finally came up with an idea to remove this nuisance. Evil, Hyper and I ganged up on Beaver and slid into him, forcing him off the slide.
At this he was furious. He got up and claimed he was going to the authorities to say we were bullying him. After watching him disappear into the building, we decided that we would enjoy whatever freedom we had left and slid down the slide doing crazy stunts like back flips.
He came storming back with a cup of hot chocolate. We questioned him on what he would do with said cup, and he answered us rather promptly. He walked up to the slide and poured the hot chocolate down it. Hyper and I tried to get rid of the hot chocolate but it was in vain. He laughed at our attempts and poured the rest of the hot chocolate down the slide.
We eventually shoved this complete spoilsport out of the way and slid down the hot chocolate, so the results weren't too bad. I was more annoyed by his attitude. He waschildish and spoilt. Why does he insist on ruining our fun? He thinks that if it does not belong to him then no one can use it. In his mind, everything he touches belongs to him and therefore no one else can have it. You can have nothing if he gives you no permission and even then he will suddenly decide that you can't have it. He hates you having things. You can not have things; he has to have it all. That peeves me. I have punched him several times because of this attitude. Cocky little creature thinks he can look down on us and expects us to worship him like some kind of god? He thinks that with an attitude like THAT we will like him? He thinks that claiming everything belongs to you and looking down on everyone will get you friends? NO! WE WILL SPEND OUR TIME INSULTING YOU WHEN YOU ARE NOT AROUND! We will hate you. Expect nothing else. We will just hate you. That's the end of it.
Anyway, rant over.
I'm signing off before I kill something!
Rinrei out!
Sunday, 18 December 2011
What's On My Mind? - Christmas
With a week to go until Christmas, everything is kicking off. The shops are doing a roaring trade as Christmas shoppers search for that last gift to give to their mother-in-law, the weather is taking a turn for the worse in the Northern Hemisphere and Summer is in full swing in the Southern Hemisphere. Yet even in this festive season, there are things littered around to irritate and mislead us.
Ever since the invention of the Christmas Card in Dickens' time, Christmas has become more and more commercialised. Such things as 'Santa's Grotto' did not exist two hundred years ago, when it was but feasting and general merriment that took place, and even then it was on Christmas Day only. Nowadays Christmas has almost become a privately owned affair - companies squabble for the money of the masses, throwing in big fat Santas and badly drawn cartoon reindeer to mark th occasion.
It used to be that Christmas was a religious holiday that marked when the Son of God was born. Unfortunately, today's society has turned the tables and is exploiting this celebration into a time for mass producing useless things such as plastic light-up Santas for out on your lawn, or holly wreaths for your door. The sincere lack of anything remotely connected to the divine has become quite the point to make during sermons. Allow me to demonstrate.
Take a look at Christmas Carols. It used to be that songs such as 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing' and 'Silent Night' were all the rage, but they have slowly but surely been pushed away by increasingly unrelated songs such as 'Frosty the Snowman', 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' and 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree'. The latter set of songs mentions nothing to do with religion of any sort. 'Frosty the Snowman' doesn't even mention Christmas itself. Lovely as these songs are, they help the masses to forget about what the original message of Christmas was and should still be.
The lack of religion-related carols being sung at this very moment just marks how much society has changed since the Middle Ages. Back in the days when the monarchy actually ruled the land, nearly everyone treated Christmas as a religious festivity and took time to reflect upon its meaning. In the twenty-first century, most of the population of the Western world chooses to ignore the true meaning and instead turn it into a hectic time for present-giving and adding a little bit of extra weight to their already not inconsiderable masses. The baby Jesus has been replaced with a fat man in a jolly red suit who goes by the name of Santa. The stable animals have been replaced by reindeer. Gold, frankincense and myrrh have transformed into bottles of wine, expensive toys and jewellery. In truth, this holiday that we now call Christmas is but a ghost of what it once was.
This is possibly brought on by an over-awareness of what other people think. In the world of today, we are all too aware that atheism marks a large portion of the population of Britain alone. It is not impossible that in an effort to appease the critics who would no doubt pounce on a religion-centred Christmas like a cat upon a cat-sized mouse, we have removed all but the faintest traces of religion from the festivities.However, this raises a question: do atheists celebrate Christmas? It would certainly be an interesting paradox if they did. It would be like being a vegetarian who ate steak but no other meat. It would be a contradiction of the faith. And let's face it: atheism is a faith of sorts. It's just one without a leader; a figurehead; a God. It's like Buddhism in that respect. However, that argument's for another day.
But the point still stands: Is society deliberately skirting around the religious outlook on Christmas? You know what I think? If people aren't interested in religion as such, they shouldn't be celebrating a religios holiday. Why go to a party you haven't been invited to join?
What do you think of Christmas? Do you celebrate it? In what way? I would like to hear your opinions. If you have anything you would like to say or ask that does pertain to this post, contact me at theeternaleditor@gmail.com.
Ever since the invention of the Christmas Card in Dickens' time, Christmas has become more and more commercialised. Such things as 'Santa's Grotto' did not exist two hundred years ago, when it was but feasting and general merriment that took place, and even then it was on Christmas Day only. Nowadays Christmas has almost become a privately owned affair - companies squabble for the money of the masses, throwing in big fat Santas and badly drawn cartoon reindeer to mark th occasion.
It used to be that Christmas was a religious holiday that marked when the Son of God was born. Unfortunately, today's society has turned the tables and is exploiting this celebration into a time for mass producing useless things such as plastic light-up Santas for out on your lawn, or holly wreaths for your door. The sincere lack of anything remotely connected to the divine has become quite the point to make during sermons. Allow me to demonstrate.
Take a look at Christmas Carols. It used to be that songs such as 'Hark the Herald Angels Sing' and 'Silent Night' were all the rage, but they have slowly but surely been pushed away by increasingly unrelated songs such as 'Frosty the Snowman', 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' and 'Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree'. The latter set of songs mentions nothing to do with religion of any sort. 'Frosty the Snowman' doesn't even mention Christmas itself. Lovely as these songs are, they help the masses to forget about what the original message of Christmas was and should still be.
The lack of religion-related carols being sung at this very moment just marks how much society has changed since the Middle Ages. Back in the days when the monarchy actually ruled the land, nearly everyone treated Christmas as a religious festivity and took time to reflect upon its meaning. In the twenty-first century, most of the population of the Western world chooses to ignore the true meaning and instead turn it into a hectic time for present-giving and adding a little bit of extra weight to their already not inconsiderable masses. The baby Jesus has been replaced with a fat man in a jolly red suit who goes by the name of Santa. The stable animals have been replaced by reindeer. Gold, frankincense and myrrh have transformed into bottles of wine, expensive toys and jewellery. In truth, this holiday that we now call Christmas is but a ghost of what it once was.
This is possibly brought on by an over-awareness of what other people think. In the world of today, we are all too aware that atheism marks a large portion of the population of Britain alone. It is not impossible that in an effort to appease the critics who would no doubt pounce on a religion-centred Christmas like a cat upon a cat-sized mouse, we have removed all but the faintest traces of religion from the festivities.However, this raises a question: do atheists celebrate Christmas? It would certainly be an interesting paradox if they did. It would be like being a vegetarian who ate steak but no other meat. It would be a contradiction of the faith. And let's face it: atheism is a faith of sorts. It's just one without a leader; a figurehead; a God. It's like Buddhism in that respect. However, that argument's for another day.
But the point still stands: Is society deliberately skirting around the religious outlook on Christmas? You know what I think? If people aren't interested in religion as such, they shouldn't be celebrating a religios holiday. Why go to a party you haven't been invited to join?
What do you think of Christmas? Do you celebrate it? In what way? I would like to hear your opinions. If you have anything you would like to say or ask that does pertain to this post, contact me at theeternaleditor@gmail.com.
Death in Paradise, Episode Eight - An Episode Review
Tis a sad and solemn day. The brilliant crime drama 'Death in Paradise' has aired its last episode. Fortunately for you, me and the rest of us blog authors though, this series of reviews hasn't. There's still the final review to write, and I dare say that there may be a final encore after this.
For the final, eighth episode of the Carribean Crime Drama, we see Dwayne being pulled into the murder investigation, but this time he's not just a police officer investigating the crime: he is a murder suspect.
For the final, eighth episode of the Carribean Crime Drama, we see Dwayne being pulled into the murder investigation, but this time he's not just a police officer investigating the crime: he is a murder suspect.
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| The DI and Fidel in Camille's mother's cafe come bar - the Mos Eisley Cantina of the 'Death in Paradise' series. |
A murder has occurred, and it's not looking good. Nadia Miles, an employee of PIT Shipping, was murdered around midnight by an unknown killer. (Well, duh. If he or she were already known, then where would the mystery be?) A bizarre array of puzzle-like clues left at the scene of the crime make DI Richard Poole all but certain that the murder was premeditated as well as being connected to organised crime. How? Twenty-six local coins stuffed into the mouth of the corpse point towards money laundering as the source of the original motive. Joined by an extra body, the Inspector and his colleagues attempt to track down the murderer.
There are complications. The night of the murder, Dwayne walked Nadia home. Now a suspect in a murder case, can Richard find the evidence to clear Dwayne of suspicion?
This episode is almost certainly the best that has aired throughout the past eight weeks. A good murder, a distinct lack of credible suspects and a large amount of evidence which connects only organised criminals to the killing makes for a good case. Richard's up to his usual tricks: he remains uptight and professional throughout, also making some very useful observations every now and then. And, of course, he solves the case. That's always a good thing.
The murder's elaborate and just generally brilliant. Obviously premeditated, the body has been set up to have coins lodged in her mouth. Grisly, but the cause of death was only asphyxiation. (I say only, by which I mean there are more gruesome ways to have your corpse displayed, I guess. I shall refrain from describing them to you.) This suggests that the killer was in with the wrong crowd, and DI Poole picks up on that rather quickly.
However, the case isn't what the whole thing is about. Remember, this is a Crime Drama, therefore implying some drama to spice up the crime. The producers deliver. With Dwayne as a suspect, tensions rise between the team members, in particular Richard and Camille.
Besides this rather obvious problem, we have the Commissioner of Saint Marie poking his nose into their business with a message for Richard, as well as an opportunity. An opportunity that, if taken, shall change the Saint Marie Police Force and Richard's life.
This episode is either the best or the second-best episode in 'Death in Paradise', the contender for this position being episode three. A great mix of crime, low suspect-count and some drama-y undertones blend to make a lovely smooth episode that isn't without it's flaws but stands as a rather good episode on its own. Your enjoyment of it is increased immensely by seeing the others in order of their release, but it could probably be enjoyed on its own. It does have links to prior episodes, but they aren't fantastically strong or anything.
I'll rate this episode an eight out of ten (8/10). A good blend of crime, clues and drama makes for enjoyable viewing. Extra conflicts caused by little side-stories that are introduced as the episode progresses make it rather interesting in more ways than one. Some humourous scenes add a lot to it, but what do you expect from Ben Miller?
Altogether, a brilliant episode with little to quibble over.
This may have been the end of this series, but the journey doesn't end here. I have an extra final-encore type review of the whole series coming up, so stay tuned.
However, the case isn't what the whole thing is about. Remember, this is a Crime Drama, therefore implying some drama to spice up the crime. The producers deliver. With Dwayne as a suspect, tensions rise between the team members, in particular Richard and Camille.
Besides this rather obvious problem, we have the Commissioner of Saint Marie poking his nose into their business with a message for Richard, as well as an opportunity. An opportunity that, if taken, shall change the Saint Marie Police Force and Richard's life.
This episode is either the best or the second-best episode in 'Death in Paradise', the contender for this position being episode three. A great mix of crime, low suspect-count and some drama-y undertones blend to make a lovely smooth episode that isn't without it's flaws but stands as a rather good episode on its own. Your enjoyment of it is increased immensely by seeing the others in order of their release, but it could probably be enjoyed on its own. It does have links to prior episodes, but they aren't fantastically strong or anything.
I'll rate this episode an eight out of ten (8/10). A good blend of crime, clues and drama makes for enjoyable viewing. Extra conflicts caused by little side-stories that are introduced as the episode progresses make it rather interesting in more ways than one. Some humourous scenes add a lot to it, but what do you expect from Ben Miller?
Altogether, a brilliant episode with little to quibble over.
This may have been the end of this series, but the journey doesn't end here. I have an extra final-encore type review of the whole series coming up, so stay tuned.
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Giant Spiders
Okay. Spiders are brilliant, if a little creepy. But what if we had giant spiders? I'm not talking chihuahua-sized, I mean big. For a reference, imagine a car. Now imagine this car being ripped into multiple pieces by a spider. Then imagine that spider being consumed by a colossal monstrosity of an arachnid. I'm talking BIG.
I'm not even going to mention the problems with the thing actually existing (it couldn't, which I assumed would be fairly obvious, but hey, I always overestimate the intelligence of peasants), but rather I shall talk about the implications of such a gargantuan beast.
Let's start with a slightly smaller spider, say the size of a cat. This thing seems like a good idea (I'm lying), but think about it. Normal spiders eat flies, so the logical follow up to that is that cat-sized spiders would eat roast dinners. And they would stop at nothing to get at them; imagine the scene, a nice roast dinner, then all of a sudden your window doesn't exist anymore. You go to check out the remaining mess of what was previously your window and hear a scratching sound. You swivel round at about a billion miles per hour and spot a black splodge, which is making off with your lovely snack.
You pack your bags to embark on a stupidly pointless quest on a journey to discover how and why your delicious supplement was dragged away. After many days on this quest you realise it was a stupid idea and turn to go home. As you swivel round you are pounced upon and eaten by a spider the size of a house. As you are slowly digested you realise it was a stupid idea to imagine this scene, as you are now dead and you knew that you would die from the start and you are just a bit silly for thinking that thinking about giant spiders was a good idea.
Now that we have gone over the problems with cat sized spiders, let's go over the problems with spiders the size of galaxies. A spider this size would be rather messy and rather than hunting flies, it would probably go around hunting spaceworms and that doesn't benefit anyone.
So giant spiders.
Prolonged contact with peasants is dangerous and could bring up previous heart conditions that have previously gone unnoticed. So goodbye.
I'm not even going to mention the problems with the thing actually existing (it couldn't, which I assumed would be fairly obvious, but hey, I always overestimate the intelligence of peasants), but rather I shall talk about the implications of such a gargantuan beast.
Let's start with a slightly smaller spider, say the size of a cat. This thing seems like a good idea (I'm lying), but think about it. Normal spiders eat flies, so the logical follow up to that is that cat-sized spiders would eat roast dinners. And they would stop at nothing to get at them; imagine the scene, a nice roast dinner, then all of a sudden your window doesn't exist anymore. You go to check out the remaining mess of what was previously your window and hear a scratching sound. You swivel round at about a billion miles per hour and spot a black splodge, which is making off with your lovely snack.
You pack your bags to embark on a stupidly pointless quest on a journey to discover how and why your delicious supplement was dragged away. After many days on this quest you realise it was a stupid idea and turn to go home. As you swivel round you are pounced upon and eaten by a spider the size of a house. As you are slowly digested you realise it was a stupid idea to imagine this scene, as you are now dead and you knew that you would die from the start and you are just a bit silly for thinking that thinking about giant spiders was a good idea.
Now that we have gone over the problems with cat sized spiders, let's go over the problems with spiders the size of galaxies. A spider this size would be rather messy and rather than hunting flies, it would probably go around hunting spaceworms and that doesn't benefit anyone.
So giant spiders.
Prolonged contact with peasants is dangerous and could bring up previous heart conditions that have previously gone unnoticed. So goodbye.
What's On My Mind? - A New Series of Posts
Hello, viewers. It's The Eternal Editor again, just back to lay out the situation for you lot out there.
I am assuming that you, the ever-observant readers, have already clocked the title of this post. As you have done so, you are no doubt inclined to ask the question: "What the heck's he talking about?"
This is a good question to ask, so I'm glad you asked it. Allow me to indulge you by giving you the answer to said question.
In an effort to spite His Eminence the Mighty Professor Pisces as well as raising minimum complaint from him by bringing in extra views and hopefully new subscribers too, I am starting my own sequence of posts. This series is marked down as 'What's On My Mind?'. This particular configuration of words shall appear in the title of each and every one of the posts that follow this theme and shall be tagged in the same fashion (see the bottom if you don't know what I'm on about). I'm putting claim to this, so if any of you other authors (Pisces, Matt, Evil, Rinrei) want to try your fingers at this, then you'll have to go through me. Otherwise I'll edit your post until it's unrecognisable, then repost it under a different name and with different tags. Just a friendly warning.
Anyway, to start the trend and therefore the series, I shall be writing and posting the first in this series of posts very soon indeed. Be on the lookout for the series as it appears: often a post shall be themed upon a certain event that shall soon or has recently occurred. In short, they're arriving soon and may or may not be themed.
Keep your eyes peeled. My first post may well be all about tangerines. At the same time, it may not. You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
Until next time,
The Eternal Editor
I am assuming that you, the ever-observant readers, have already clocked the title of this post. As you have done so, you are no doubt inclined to ask the question: "What the heck's he talking about?"
This is a good question to ask, so I'm glad you asked it. Allow me to indulge you by giving you the answer to said question.
In an effort to spite His Eminence the Mighty Professor Pisces as well as raising minimum complaint from him by bringing in extra views and hopefully new subscribers too, I am starting my own sequence of posts. This series is marked down as 'What's On My Mind?'. This particular configuration of words shall appear in the title of each and every one of the posts that follow this theme and shall be tagged in the same fashion (see the bottom if you don't know what I'm on about). I'm putting claim to this, so if any of you other authors (Pisces, Matt, Evil, Rinrei) want to try your fingers at this, then you'll have to go through me. Otherwise I'll edit your post until it's unrecognisable, then repost it under a different name and with different tags. Just a friendly warning.
Anyway, to start the trend and therefore the series, I shall be writing and posting the first in this series of posts very soon indeed. Be on the lookout for the series as it appears: often a post shall be themed upon a certain event that shall soon or has recently occurred. In short, they're arriving soon and may or may not be themed.
Keep your eyes peeled. My first post may well be all about tangerines. At the same time, it may not. You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
Until next time,
The Eternal Editor
Rinrei's Rants - No. 2
I originally came here to rant about life in general, but after listening to some Limbo OST's I have relaxed a little. One of my friends (I have been given permission to call 'Bear') wrote an amazing beginning for some story or another which she has, tragically, discontinued. After reading this story and editing out some parts, I realised that this story would make an amazing game. I asked her whether or not she would allow me to do the graphics for this game if she would do the plot. She agreed to do this, and now I have the task of drawing the graphics for this amazing, if not disturbing, game. I will probably stick a few pictures and comments up on here to satisfy Professor Pisces and his need to have me post SOME stuff up on the blog.
Just finished noting down all the obvious grammar errors that are in this. I have decided that I don't care; my hands are too busy shaking for me to do anything about it.
Signing off!
Rinrei
Just finished noting down all the obvious grammar errors that are in this. I have decided that I don't care; my hands are too busy shaking for me to do anything about it.
Signing off!
Rinrei
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