Oh god, my dad broke the television again. How is one expected to enjoy the final throes of summer without television? It's the ultimate in brain-melting summer activities.
I'll suppose I will just have to throw my father's order--Conform more, damn you!--to the wind and read until Tuesday.
See you all then!
Murphs
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Up For The Task?
If I'm lucky, somebody from Brass Goggles has at some point elected to click on my webpage link, and is going to read this. This is highly improbable as I've been lurking a lot lately, but I hope so.
Have I mentioned the Pseudopod/Podcastle/Escape Pod triad lately? If I haven't, they're all weekly short story podcasts in horror, fantasy and science fiction. Why am I mentioning this? you think.
Well, I've been giving hard thought to asking the good people of Brass Goggles if aims should be made to a steampunk short story podcast. I'd like to think it'd be rather a lot of fun, but to be honest, I haven't the foggiest how I would even get started on a project of that magnitude (would I get credits?).
I can say for sure that at least one person is keen as I on this, (Vela-san, one of my penpals) but it takes a lot more than one person to get one of these things going. I've seen the work! There's websites, hosting, recording, mixing, picking stories, holy hell. The folks working at Pseudopod have a person just for getting though the slush pile.
To be honest, it's not so much the idea of all the work, (Hello, distraction from my own lame-ass life!) but that I know it couldn't possibly be a one-man project and as any Rivercity student can guess if not inform with 100% assurity, I really hate working with people.
So, here's to hoping I can get over myself and work for something awesome in a world of asinine.
Less than a week,
Murphs
Have I mentioned the Pseudopod/Podcastle/Escape Pod triad lately? If I haven't, they're all weekly short story podcasts in horror, fantasy and science fiction. Why am I mentioning this? you think.
Well, I've been giving hard thought to asking the good people of Brass Goggles if aims should be made to a steampunk short story podcast. I'd like to think it'd be rather a lot of fun, but to be honest, I haven't the foggiest how I would even get started on a project of that magnitude (would I get credits?).
I can say for sure that at least one person is keen as I on this, (Vela-san, one of my penpals) but it takes a lot more than one person to get one of these things going. I've seen the work! There's websites, hosting, recording, mixing, picking stories, holy hell. The folks working at Pseudopod have a person just for getting though the slush pile.
To be honest, it's not so much the idea of all the work, (Hello, distraction from my own lame-ass life!) but that I know it couldn't possibly be a one-man project and as any Rivercity student can guess if not inform with 100% assurity, I really hate working with people.
So, here's to hoping I can get over myself and work for something awesome in a world of asinine.
Less than a week,
Murphs
Thursday, August 20, 2009
COWARD.
I am so terribly, horribly cowardly. I thought you all should be totally aware of that, just in case you hadn't guessed it already. Just in case.
I'll let you know in advance that this particular entry is going to be full of trite. I know this because it took me five minutes to write that last sentence. I don't know how I'm going to write my version of The Sinking of Dalysium with such horribly crippling... damnit... writer's block! That's what it is. All this summer air and 2-star HBO movies are eating away at my vocabulary. I will blame these on my inability to make words (on a screen, piece of paper or coming out of my mouth).
Now that that's taken me forty-five minutes, I'll leave well enough alone.
Seatbelts,
Murphs
I'll let you know in advance that this particular entry is going to be full of trite. I know this because it took me five minutes to write that last sentence. I don't know how I'm going to write my version of The Sinking of Dalysium with such horribly crippling... damnit... writer's block! That's what it is. All this summer air and 2-star HBO movies are eating away at my vocabulary. I will blame these on my inability to make words (on a screen, piece of paper or coming out of my mouth).
Now that that's taken me forty-five minutes, I'll leave well enough alone.
Seatbelts,
Murphs
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Lost it.
Well, I predicted it, and I was right on. I didn't win the writing contest (no big surprise). A nice lad from BC, Canada did. And I congratulate him. The winner's here. His post makes me wonder about Mr. Banwell's near-second, in a was it me? I hope it was me. I'll never know if it was me... kind of way. I'm a tad disappointed, obviously. In fact, I think the only way to really drive home how disappointed I am is with this kitten. He is as disappointed as I. But I'm not really into facepalm.
In other news, there's only fifteen (sixteen?) days left until Rivercity starts up again. I'm sort of looking forward to it, just because I'm going absolutely crazy at the house where I reside. Crazy enough to spend fourteen days at RLA. And I'm fairly sure that if you've been paying any attention at all, you know how I feel about RLA. Topping it off, I'm about 83% sure that at least four--if not five--of those fourteen days will be at another beginning of the year camp. And this year, I'm going to be rather lacking in close friends, as they've all graduated or are Running Start (like me) but their parents don't make them go to RLA. I am talking to you, Joel.
Of course, it's not like I can waltz away and not find a replacement cook. Otherwise, they'd find themselves all subsisting on instant ramen and I'd rather not have that on my conscience. The alternative to this is Ned making curry again, and I think that anybody who went to Yellowstone can attest that they don't want that again (it's a joke, Ned!).
Well, enough of that.
Yours,
Murphs
In other news, there's only fifteen (sixteen?) days left until Rivercity starts up again. I'm sort of looking forward to it, just because I'm going absolutely crazy at the house where I reside. Crazy enough to spend fourteen days at RLA. And I'm fairly sure that if you've been paying any attention at all, you know how I feel about RLA. Topping it off, I'm about 83% sure that at least four--if not five--of those fourteen days will be at another beginning of the year camp. And this year, I'm going to be rather lacking in close friends, as they've all graduated or are Running Start (like me) but their parents don't make them go to RLA. I am talking to you, Joel.
Of course, it's not like I can waltz away and not find a replacement cook. Otherwise, they'd find themselves all subsisting on instant ramen and I'd rather not have that on my conscience. The alternative to this is Ned making curry again, and I think that anybody who went to Yellowstone can attest that they don't want that again (it's a joke, Ned!).
Well, enough of that.
Yours,
Murphs
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Nothing to Report
Once again, my cycle of interests has crested to video games. For about a fortnight, I will do nothing but play video games and watch movies down in the basement where I reside. And in fourteen days (or so), I'll turn to the waiting pile of books and say to myself, 'Hey! That looks good...' And then there'll be that. During this period, I will slowly slip into reading yet more manga, and watching anime on the computer again. That will last for approximately two weeks as well.
Hopefully, this vicious and boring cycle will grind to a halt in the face of studying. This is assuming, and I really to hope this is true, that I will need to study, something I haven't done since memorizing the times tables (my god, I am actually serious) about ten years ago.
In other news, though, I have finally submitted a short story to a contest! It's a sort-of advert for the man's newest leather and resin masterpiece (it really looks amazing) and I'm not really proud of the story I banged out yesterday, but I've a few hopes that I win. The winner of his contest gets a $75 gift certificate to his Etsy shop, and I've my eye on this cameo bracelet, something I could never afford but would stare at for a few minutes in want. I'll know that I lost by the sixteenth, so if you're keen on watching me go down like a lead zeppelin, tune in Sunday.
On the other hand, if any of you dig up any other writing contests, post a comment to tell me, or even email me. I want to get better at writing, even if I never do it professionally.
Yours,
Murphs
Hopefully, this vicious and boring cycle will grind to a halt in the face of studying. This is assuming, and I really to hope this is true, that I will need to study, something I haven't done since memorizing the times tables (my god, I am actually serious) about ten years ago.
In other news, though, I have finally submitted a short story to a contest! It's a sort-of advert for the man's newest leather and resin masterpiece (it really looks amazing) and I'm not really proud of the story I banged out yesterday, but I've a few hopes that I win. The winner of his contest gets a $75 gift certificate to his Etsy shop, and I've my eye on this cameo bracelet, something I could never afford but would stare at for a few minutes in want. I'll know that I lost by the sixteenth, so if you're keen on watching me go down like a lead zeppelin, tune in Sunday.
On the other hand, if any of you dig up any other writing contests, post a comment to tell me, or even email me. I want to get better at writing, even if I never do it professionally.
Yours,
Murphs
Friday, August 7, 2009
The '59 Sound
Once again, I find that I haven't written in more than a week. My readers will be somewhat pleased to know that I've a reasonable reason this time (Is that redundant?). I haven't been on my computer. I've got a pile of email to prove it. Well, not for long.
Unfortunately, it's not like I spent the time outside of my house, (mostly) but it wasn't here! I was actually watching movies. We've got the HBO and Showtime channels for three months, and I fully intend to use this wholly to my benefit. I love movies, but I don't get the opportunities to watch them the way I'd like to.
But, as it should make Ned happy to know, I am almost totally done signing up for all my Running Start stuff! All that's left is to wait. Sit and wait for the SFCC letter to arrive. Times like these, I know for sure. The postman is Satan. I can only imagine the mental anguish I will be in when I'm waiting for college rejections/acceptances (I assume it's like waiting for the Netflix times a million.).
Agonizingly yours,
Murphs
Unfortunately, it's not like I spent the time outside of my house, (mostly) but it wasn't here! I was actually watching movies. We've got the HBO and Showtime channels for three months, and I fully intend to use this wholly to my benefit. I love movies, but I don't get the opportunities to watch them the way I'd like to.
But, as it should make Ned happy to know, I am almost totally done signing up for all my Running Start stuff! All that's left is to wait. Sit and wait for the SFCC letter to arrive. Times like these, I know for sure. The postman is Satan. I can only imagine the mental anguish I will be in when I'm waiting for college rejections/acceptances (I assume it's like waiting for the Netflix times a million.).
Agonizingly yours,
Murphs
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