That Thursday In November
Two in the morning is closing in on me which means a couple of things. It means that I'm re-watching all of the vlogbrothers videos on YouTube while playing FFXII and debating whether it is too early in the morning to start straightening my god awful hair [debate outcome: it isn't].
Save for one of my siblings, the family has yet to arrive, which is wonderful seeing as they're only coming for the dinner. Yes, it is that certain Thursday in November. Thanksgiving. I will end up sitting at a table and trying to come up with things that I am thankful for in front of people who I am closely related to and are also starving.
All of it is very nice and well and good, and I love Macy's Day Parade, but it's possibly my least favorite holiday.
That and NaNoWriMo and I are not the best of friends right now, and football and tofurkey really don't do anything but hinder my word count.
26 November 2009
23 November 2009
Dick Clark?
Dick Clark?
So, because it's Monday, and my day isn't the best, I might as well show my ignorance of things outside of my bubble. For future reference, things inside my bubble include and are generally limited to the following: House M.D., The Big Bang Theory, Glee, John Green, Hank Green, dead authors, dead artists, fashion, and music (JUST the music, not the history beyond it, not all the lyrics, not even who it's by half the time).
So. Last night the AMAs happened apparently. And there was some controversy over Adam Lambert's performance being censored on the west coast. I only found out because he was a trending topic on twitter and I wondered why.
When I hear someone say AMA I think American Medical Association, not Music Awards. And so, I looked it up, and apparently it was created by Dick Clark some time ago. And it's been going on for a while. I did not know about this and I watch ABC kind of regularly. Did they advertise for this?
It's kind of a terrible feeling to wake up, go on your computer, and wonder why people are talking about Adam Lambert and the American Medical Association.
Oh well. I'm going to chalk up my not knowing the dual meaning of the acronym AMA to the fact that me and live television don't mix. I mean, heck, I didn't even know about the Oscars until I was in maybe seventh or eighth grade. Kind of sad, seeing as I knew that whole Sally Fields, "You like me, you really, really like me!" when I was about three. There will probably be some other crazy live award show that happens that I don't know about until after the fact. I'll give it a few months.
So, because it's Monday, and my day isn't the best, I might as well show my ignorance of things outside of my bubble. For future reference, things inside my bubble include and are generally limited to the following: House M.D., The Big Bang Theory, Glee, John Green, Hank Green, dead authors, dead artists, fashion, and music (JUST the music, not the history beyond it, not all the lyrics, not even who it's by half the time).
So. Last night the AMAs happened apparently. And there was some controversy over Adam Lambert's performance being censored on the west coast. I only found out because he was a trending topic on twitter and I wondered why.
When I hear someone say AMA I think American Medical Association, not Music Awards. And so, I looked it up, and apparently it was created by Dick Clark some time ago. And it's been going on for a while. I did not know about this and I watch ABC kind of regularly. Did they advertise for this?
It's kind of a terrible feeling to wake up, go on your computer, and wonder why people are talking about Adam Lambert and the American Medical Association.
Oh well. I'm going to chalk up my not knowing the dual meaning of the acronym AMA to the fact that me and live television don't mix. I mean, heck, I didn't even know about the Oscars until I was in maybe seventh or eighth grade. Kind of sad, seeing as I knew that whole Sally Fields, "You like me, you really, really like me!" when I was about three. There will probably be some other crazy live award show that happens that I don't know about until after the fact. I'll give it a few months.
21 November 2009
Last Friday Night
Last Friday Night
I went to work for the first time. Then, when I got home I pretty much passed out, woke up and realized that I had homework, and passed out again.
I woke up another hour or so later, forgot about my homework, and started playing video games, which is when I started drifting in and out of consciousness. This was around the time that Bravo was showing Inside the Actor's Studio.
So, naturally, I looked up that little questionnaire that James Lipton asks everyone and the original one, and I decided to answer them. So, since I have work again tomorrow and homework to finish tonight, I figured that I would fritter away this little window of free time answering questions that many a professional actor has answered along with questions that Marcel Proust himself answered.
First, the Inside the Actor's Studio Questions
What is your favorite word? It's a tie between ampersand and haberdashery.
What is your least favorite word? Moist.
What turns you on? Depends.
What turns you off? Ugliness, mainly non-physical.
What sound or noise do you love? A sitar playing.
What sound or noise do you hate? Silence.
What is your favorite curse word? Golly gee, they're all so good.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional lecturer.
What profession would you not like to do? Manicurist.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Sorry.
And I'll take on the others later.
I went to work for the first time. Then, when I got home I pretty much passed out, woke up and realized that I had homework, and passed out again.
I woke up another hour or so later, forgot about my homework, and started playing video games, which is when I started drifting in and out of consciousness. This was around the time that Bravo was showing Inside the Actor's Studio.
So, naturally, I looked up that little questionnaire that James Lipton asks everyone and the original one, and I decided to answer them. So, since I have work again tomorrow and homework to finish tonight, I figured that I would fritter away this little window of free time answering questions that many a professional actor has answered along with questions that Marcel Proust himself answered.
First, the Inside the Actor's Studio Questions
What is your favorite word? It's a tie between ampersand and haberdashery.
What is your least favorite word? Moist.
What turns you on? Depends.
What turns you off? Ugliness, mainly non-physical.
What sound or noise do you love? A sitar playing.
What sound or noise do you hate? Silence.
What is your favorite curse word? Golly gee, they're all so good.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Professional lecturer.
What profession would you not like to do? Manicurist.
If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? Sorry.
And I'll take on the others later.
18 November 2009
Too Much Hype?
Too Much Hype?
The wonderful thing about Glee is that Glee is a wonderful thing...
And that's where I stop plagiarizing A. A. Milne.
But seriously, I really do like the show.
My Very Best Friend and I had one of our characteristically long, long talks and it came across that he doesn't like Glee. Well, he doesn't watch Glee. Mainly because of the hype.
This I can understand, because when you don't watch something, having everyone around you never shut up about it is annoying. There is such a thing as too much hype in my opinion. I think he would absolutely love Glee [or at least like it], but having everyone talk about it all the time is very off putting. This is for anything, like music, television, music television, and even books.
See, I like discussing things that I like with other people, but the majority of things it seems that you can't really discuss them so much as freak out about how awesome they are. Besides, even if you do pinpoint what makes them so awesome, discussing how awesome they are isn't going to make them anymore awesome [but could possibly make them less awesome to other people who don't care who awesome they are in the first place].
The upside of hype is that people who want to get your references to whatever you think is so awesome will get into it. The down side is that it will drive away those who are really tired of hearing that high pitched squeal a lot of people seem to emit to express how super they think something is.
Think of it this way: you hear you favorite comedian tell the funniest joke in the world, no lie. But your friend wasn't there to hear it. Oh no! So you tell them it, but you're laughing during half of it and you get the set up punchline wrong twice that by the time you finish it properly you are laughing to the point of tears and everyone thinks you're insane.
And your friend? Well, they're sitting there, not amused at all, and not just because you screwed up the joke, because even if you told it correctly it would have only been a pale comparison to the original. That special thing is missing. I'm willing to bet that special thing is voice.
I think voice is the thing that makes a book ask, "How awesome am I?" and the fans of it go, "OHMIGAWD you are *so* awesome!" Even if the book has no literary merit. Even if it's full of plot holes. Even if there is some massive duex es machina at the end. None of that matters if pacing and voice is right because while voice makes you read pacing keeps you reading. They're two halves of a whole.
Too much hype ends up drawing certain people and repelling others, but either way typically speaking hype dies down. Sure, people still like it, but not as many people are freaking out about it. Plus, there is an upside to the hype dying down, and that is having all the people who were repelled by all the hype in the first place get into the show/book/song/whatever and really enjoy it.
The wonderful thing about Glee is that Glee is a wonderful thing...
And that's where I stop plagiarizing A. A. Milne.
But seriously, I really do like the show.
My Very Best Friend and I had one of our characteristically long, long talks and it came across that he doesn't like Glee. Well, he doesn't watch Glee. Mainly because of the hype.
This I can understand, because when you don't watch something, having everyone around you never shut up about it is annoying. There is such a thing as too much hype in my opinion. I think he would absolutely love Glee [or at least like it], but having everyone talk about it all the time is very off putting. This is for anything, like music, television, music television, and even books.
See, I like discussing things that I like with other people, but the majority of things it seems that you can't really discuss them so much as freak out about how awesome they are. Besides, even if you do pinpoint what makes them so awesome, discussing how awesome they are isn't going to make them anymore awesome [but could possibly make them less awesome to other people who don't care who awesome they are in the first place].
The upside of hype is that people who want to get your references to whatever you think is so awesome will get into it. The down side is that it will drive away those who are really tired of hearing that high pitched squeal a lot of people seem to emit to express how super they think something is.
Think of it this way: you hear you favorite comedian tell the funniest joke in the world, no lie. But your friend wasn't there to hear it. Oh no! So you tell them it, but you're laughing during half of it and you get the set up punchline wrong twice that by the time you finish it properly you are laughing to the point of tears and everyone thinks you're insane.
And your friend? Well, they're sitting there, not amused at all, and not just because you screwed up the joke, because even if you told it correctly it would have only been a pale comparison to the original. That special thing is missing. I'm willing to bet that special thing is voice.
I think voice is the thing that makes a book ask, "How awesome am I?" and the fans of it go, "OHMIGAWD you are *so* awesome!" Even if the book has no literary merit. Even if it's full of plot holes. Even if there is some massive duex es machina at the end. None of that matters if pacing and voice is right because while voice makes you read pacing keeps you reading. They're two halves of a whole.
Too much hype ends up drawing certain people and repelling others, but either way typically speaking hype dies down. Sure, people still like it, but not as many people are freaking out about it. Plus, there is an upside to the hype dying down, and that is having all the people who were repelled by all the hype in the first place get into the show/book/song/whatever and really enjoy it.
16 November 2009
Journal Writing
Journal Writing
For one of my classes we have to keep a journal, writing at least four entries a week. The entries can be about anything really and the teacher doesn't read them, just makes sure that they are done every week. The entries can also be any length whatsoever.
Not gonna lie, sometimes in my entries I only write one sentence. However, on other entries I end up filling up pages of my notebook. Most of my class isn't too keen on the assignment though, and they end up only writing one sentence per entry. What is it that makes journal writing so appealing to some and so repulsive to others?
My classmates that aren't too fond of the assignment all say the same thing: Well, I don't do anything. The thing is, neither do I. Our days are largely identical, so what's the difference between us?
Over the years I have managed to amass a vast collection of spiral notebooks, composition notebooks, loose leaf papers, and various websites where I have cataloged years of my life. Why? They are for the most part very boring even for me to read. When I die they will probably be recycled. Plus, my time writing them could be spent writing stories or spent with my family or my friends. So why do it?
Initially, I could only really think of two reasons, the first of which mainly just applies to me. 1) the people I prefer to spend time with don't live very close and 2) it's so much easier than paying a therapist.
However, I did come up with a new theory consisting of two parts. The first part is how people who enjoy and avidly write journal entries are most likely introverted [in my opinion, I have no science to back this up]. The second part is that these introverted journal writers probably think better once their thoughts are outside of their head, and since talking to yourself has that whole, "You're crazy," stigma, journal writing is not only the next best thing, but an accepted form of talking to yourself [or an inanimate object for those of us who start entries with, "Dear Journal"].
Now, I'm not saying that people who write are introverts, just that those who write journals are. But hey, I could be wrong, and in that case, it's just a theory.
For one of my classes we have to keep a journal, writing at least four entries a week. The entries can be about anything really and the teacher doesn't read them, just makes sure that they are done every week. The entries can also be any length whatsoever.
Not gonna lie, sometimes in my entries I only write one sentence. However, on other entries I end up filling up pages of my notebook. Most of my class isn't too keen on the assignment though, and they end up only writing one sentence per entry. What is it that makes journal writing so appealing to some and so repulsive to others?
My classmates that aren't too fond of the assignment all say the same thing: Well, I don't do anything. The thing is, neither do I. Our days are largely identical, so what's the difference between us?
Over the years I have managed to amass a vast collection of spiral notebooks, composition notebooks, loose leaf papers, and various websites where I have cataloged years of my life. Why? They are for the most part very boring even for me to read. When I die they will probably be recycled. Plus, my time writing them could be spent writing stories or spent with my family or my friends. So why do it?
Initially, I could only really think of two reasons, the first of which mainly just applies to me. 1) the people I prefer to spend time with don't live very close and 2) it's so much easier than paying a therapist.
However, I did come up with a new theory consisting of two parts. The first part is how people who enjoy and avidly write journal entries are most likely introverted [in my opinion, I have no science to back this up]. The second part is that these introverted journal writers probably think better once their thoughts are outside of their head, and since talking to yourself has that whole, "You're crazy," stigma, journal writing is not only the next best thing, but an accepted form of talking to yourself [or an inanimate object for those of us who start entries with, "Dear Journal"].
Now, I'm not saying that people who write are introverts, just that those who write journals are. But hey, I could be wrong, and in that case, it's just a theory.
14 November 2009
Last Friday Night
Last Friday Night
I went to part of a poetry slam and did absolutely no writing whatsoever. Well, that isn't entirely true. I didn't do any writing in relation to NaNoWriMo, but I did do some writing. Mainly journaling and a fictionalized account involving nonfictional persons.
More writing is to be done later on today. I've a paper to write involving an unfortunate physical ailment. After I do that I'll probably give the computer a rest...Well, writing wise. I'll probably still end up watching YouTube videos and listening to music afterward. Hmm, maybe I should look into playing video games.
Anyway, all of that aside, I am told that Thanksgiving is coming up. The Food Network is all a buzz with histories and specials. I'm particularly fond of Thanksgiving Unwrapped. I love watching that sort of thing, even though I don't eat meat or dairy products. Thanksgiving is...unique at my house, to say the least.
Here's to another great week.
I went to part of a poetry slam and did absolutely no writing whatsoever. Well, that isn't entirely true. I didn't do any writing in relation to NaNoWriMo, but I did do some writing. Mainly journaling and a fictionalized account involving nonfictional persons.
More writing is to be done later on today. I've a paper to write involving an unfortunate physical ailment. After I do that I'll probably give the computer a rest...Well, writing wise. I'll probably still end up watching YouTube videos and listening to music afterward. Hmm, maybe I should look into playing video games.
Anyway, all of that aside, I am told that Thanksgiving is coming up. The Food Network is all a buzz with histories and specials. I'm particularly fond of Thanksgiving Unwrapped. I love watching that sort of thing, even though I don't eat meat or dairy products. Thanksgiving is...unique at my house, to say the least.
Here's to another great week.
13 November 2009
Day 13 of NaNoWriMo
Day 13 of NaNoWriMo
So it is day thirteen of NaNo and I have pretty much petered out at 30,000 words. This will not become much of a problem until about, say, the seventeenth or eighteenth, but I just cannot foresee myself getting any writing done for that in the next twenty-four hours, so another wordless day shall pass.
I knew there was a reason I was getting so much of it done so fast.
As far as other projects are concerned, I've been contemplating deleting an account I have on one certain writing site, and I've been deleting various flash fiction and short stories I have floating around on the interwebs. I've been thinking about reworking those as well, but I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with them afterward.
In regards to another project, I'm basically done with it. I'm just giving it the final once over before I end up doing anything with it. I know I've got the deep down crazies to start querying now, seeing as Thanksgiving and Christmas Holidays are coming up, and I'm trying to stop myself from pushing that send button everyday.
Frustration, it's what's for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner.
(And um, beef council or whoever used to run those ads, please don't sue. I don't even eat beef anyway.)
So it is day thirteen of NaNo and I have pretty much petered out at 30,000 words. This will not become much of a problem until about, say, the seventeenth or eighteenth, but I just cannot foresee myself getting any writing done for that in the next twenty-four hours, so another wordless day shall pass.
I knew there was a reason I was getting so much of it done so fast.
As far as other projects are concerned, I've been contemplating deleting an account I have on one certain writing site, and I've been deleting various flash fiction and short stories I have floating around on the interwebs. I've been thinking about reworking those as well, but I'm not too sure what I'm going to do with them afterward.
In regards to another project, I'm basically done with it. I'm just giving it the final once over before I end up doing anything with it. I know I've got the deep down crazies to start querying now, seeing as Thanksgiving and Christmas Holidays are coming up, and I'm trying to stop myself from pushing that send button everyday.
Frustration, it's what's for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner.
(And um, beef council or whoever used to run those ads, please don't sue. I don't even eat beef anyway.)
06 November 2009
November
November
The eleventh month means NaNoWriMo of course. And this year's NaNo has left this WriMo 9,080 words ahead of the daily goal and with a mild case of unofficially diagnosed case of CTS. And the weekend is nigh upon us, meaning more typing. Ah well. I'll manage.
I've a mid term coming up soon though...Hmm. How does one balance studies (which will eventually lead to a steady job and steady income) with one's passion (which could eventually lead to being published)? Tis the oldest question in history. Well, not the oldest, but old enough.
TLC is very distracting though. King of the Crown and Flowers Uncut, I'm talking to you.
The eleventh month means NaNoWriMo of course. And this year's NaNo has left this WriMo 9,080 words ahead of the daily goal and with a mild case of unofficially diagnosed case of CTS. And the weekend is nigh upon us, meaning more typing. Ah well. I'll manage.
I've a mid term coming up soon though...Hmm. How does one balance studies (which will eventually lead to a steady job and steady income) with one's passion (which could eventually lead to being published)? Tis the oldest question in history. Well, not the oldest, but old enough.
TLC is very distracting though. King of the Crown and Flowers Uncut, I'm talking to you.
28 October 2009
An Open Letter
An Open Letter
Dear Mark Brunetz,
I love you. You're pretty great. If my house was very messy and in the L.A. area, I would want you to decorate it.
That is all.
xxoo
-Frank
Dear Mark Brunetz,
I love you. You're pretty great. If my house was very messy and in the L.A. area, I would want you to decorate it.
That is all.
xxoo
-Frank
09 October 2009
Speech Impediments
Speech Impediments
I read actual newspapers. I know I can get news online faster and all that, but I like the physicality of them and pay more attention to print. If it was up to me, the newspapers would never go out of business [which I don't think they will anyway because much I like to think of papers like phones. Mobile phones were thought to entirely replace land lines, but there are people who have and use both, and even those who just have land lines. I think this example is relevant to newspapers and even ebooks].
I digress.
This wasn't supposed to be about my love of all things physically readable. This was supposed to be about one of the things I read there. It was an opinion piece, one of those write ins I think. Anyway. Point, I have one.
This person was writing about the founder/president/whatever of BET making fun of some political official/person for stuttering. The BET person was trying to say that it was a sign of ineffectual communication on the politician's part, but instead of saying that he mocked the fact tat they stuttered.
Now, excuse the language, but I have to agree with the writer that that person is a complete and total ignorant bitch. They're mean and really stupid, because everyone knows that if you want to make fun of a politician for not be a good communicator you don't even have to go after their personal flaws/weaknesses. Honestly. Besides, it's not like most of them write their own speeches, so you could go off of that.
My problem with the write in was how the writer compared speech impediments to disabilities such as paralysis and blindness. Now, while in some cases it can be severe a lot of the times it's not and can be cured through various processes or at the very least manageable. I still think that founder person was terribly wrong, but I think that the writer exaggerated to get a point across.
I mean, they said that Porky Pig wasn't funny because he made fun of people who stammer.
Really?
Come on. I'm tired of everything that is perfectly fine being called some kind of prejudice and for every little thing being turned into a disability. I've a stammer and I've a lisp as well. Neither of them is as prominent as they used to be, and most of my friends don't even notice (unless I get really excited and try to talk about something so much faster than I usually talk).
So...yeah, I said I had a point.
Bottom Line: people need to think about what they say before they say it, stop being unnecessarily mean, stop turning every little thing into a disability, and realize that Porky Pig is funny, even if he does make fun of people who stammer--which I don't think he does (I think it's just a character trait).
I read actual newspapers. I know I can get news online faster and all that, but I like the physicality of them and pay more attention to print. If it was up to me, the newspapers would never go out of business [which I don't think they will anyway because much I like to think of papers like phones. Mobile phones were thought to entirely replace land lines, but there are people who have and use both, and even those who just have land lines. I think this example is relevant to newspapers and even ebooks].
I digress.
This wasn't supposed to be about my love of all things physically readable. This was supposed to be about one of the things I read there. It was an opinion piece, one of those write ins I think. Anyway. Point, I have one.
This person was writing about the founder/president/whatever of BET making fun of some political official/person for stuttering. The BET person was trying to say that it was a sign of ineffectual communication on the politician's part, but instead of saying that he mocked the fact tat they stuttered.
Now, excuse the language, but I have to agree with the writer that that person is a complete and total ignorant bitch. They're mean and really stupid, because everyone knows that if you want to make fun of a politician for not be a good communicator you don't even have to go after their personal flaws/weaknesses. Honestly. Besides, it's not like most of them write their own speeches, so you could go off of that.
My problem with the write in was how the writer compared speech impediments to disabilities such as paralysis and blindness. Now, while in some cases it can be severe a lot of the times it's not and can be cured through various processes or at the very least manageable. I still think that founder person was terribly wrong, but I think that the writer exaggerated to get a point across.
I mean, they said that Porky Pig wasn't funny because he made fun of people who stammer.
Really?
Come on. I'm tired of everything that is perfectly fine being called some kind of prejudice and for every little thing being turned into a disability. I've a stammer and I've a lisp as well. Neither of them is as prominent as they used to be, and most of my friends don't even notice (unless I get really excited and try to talk about something so much faster than I usually talk).
So...yeah, I said I had a point.
Bottom Line: people need to think about what they say before they say it, stop being unnecessarily mean, stop turning every little thing into a disability, and realize that Porky Pig is funny, even if he does make fun of people who stammer--which I don't think he does (I think it's just a character trait).
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