Am trying to think of something to write as I sit here munching on peanuts.... hmmm... howabout, since I'm currently rather short on subjects (and don't have the time to finish the Not-So-Epic Saga of Oodstu and Rilloma) I post some quotes? (stealing your idea, there, Tahlia)

"Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere." ~Albert Einstein

Too true. Tho'... imagination sometimes takes you some places you don't want to go... especially when you actually allow it to run wild...

Had to repost this on my own blog.... it's so true! :-)

"During my sophomore summer of high school, I sat down and wrote a 300 page book. I didn't make any corrections. I just wrote the whole thing to prove to myself I could do it. If you want to be a novelist, I think you can learn so much through learning that kind of discipline. Let your characters come alive. Let them make their own decisions, instead of forcing them into your plot. From there the whole story grows on its own. You're just the gardener, watering it every day, pulling it back into the light, and weeding it as necessary." (Eric Wilson... see http://youngwriterscentral.blogspot.com/)

That blog has some great tips for all you writers out there. The idea mentioned in that quote is a basis for NaNoWriMo- National Novel Writing Month, where the goal is to write a novel (at LEAST 50,000 words, which is approx 100 pages) in the month of November alone. I did it and it was quite the challenge, lemme tell ya... but OH so much fun... *insane grin*

'Amazing' Doesn't Suffice

Did a lot of biology today... bleh. I say 'bleh' only because the work/reading is tedious. Honestly, biology and science in general fascinates me. I just don't have a knack for truly understanding it or doing all the homework. Bleh. But today I was 'studying' DNA and RNA, transcription and translation... all that good stuff. I highly recommend at least reading a Wikipedia article on it. This is seriously amazing stuff. Complicated, complex, so delicate... and yet it works flawlessly, with no visible overseer. Isn't God incredible? I mean... the works of His hands we CAN see with merely our eyes are amazing enough... the beauty and majesty of creation... the changing of the seasons... the birth of new things (and people)... you name it. However, the things we CAN"T see are so... so... well, neither 'amazing', 'spectacular' nor 'fascinating' even BEGIN to describe it's wonder! After briefly touching even the basics of DNA and RNA (which are only a piece of the huge puzzle of life), I am SO astounded- both by God's creativity and power, but also by the stupidity (or would 'belligerence' be a better word?) of those who continue to insist that our world and everything in it all happened by chance. I'm sorry, but all the scientists who think THAT should take a closer look at the stuff they're supposed to be studying.

"For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse." (Romans 1:20)

New look

Well... because I have nothing ELSE to write about at the moment (aside from being sick, but who wants to hear about THAT?) .... the 'authoress' finally looks like an authoress- in my opinion. Got glasses yesterday. They're only for reading/writing ('cause I've been getting headaches), but I like 'em. I like glasses/people wearing glasses in general. Anywho... got writing/editing to do, but this is me now:


(courtesy of Dad's Macbook)

Owwwch...

Anyone who's had braces knows what I'm going through today. I could go into a detailed description: the dull yet intense aching in the jaw and mouth, the painful numbness in the teeth, (not to mention how hungry you get when you can't eat because of your stupid teeth), the nasty sinus-ish headaches, the weird feeling of your nose plates being shifted around... but I won't. ;-D Suffice it to say, this is not fun. At all. And yesterday I got (a) a very thick wire (which always hurt... the thicker, the worse it seems) AND some weird twisted wire thingy on my top front teeth, (b) a new type of 'band' called 'elastics'... not necessarily more painful, but when they change ANYTHING it hurts at least a little (c and finally) rubber bands. The scourge of orthodonics as we know them. *rolls eyes* Anyone who's had them knows what I mean, don't you, Anybody? *grin* Rubber bands... wow. I don't even know how I'd describe them at the moment. You'll just have to see them (you probably have, in this day and age). 'Owch' is the best word to describe them at the moment. Every single stinkin' dream last night was about the pain in my mouth.

Eh... but this too shall pass. It only hurts this bad for a couple days. Then our body's miraculous ability to adjust sweeps in and saves the day! Three cheers for God's design!

Still... it does feel good to just let it out- this braces thing. *resigned sigh* So pardon me while I go scream. *grin/wink*

Morbid Fascination

Ok... a couple you have asked me to finish the story. Ok, ONE of you has asked me the story, and I will, but I currently don't really have the time for Oodstu and Rilloma. I've got lots of school, I'm SUPPOSED to be writing music, but... well... my favorite characters are stuck in a rather intense situation, and, well... you know.... I just HAVE to write! :-)

This intense situation involves a poisoning. Which are awesome, but I sometimes struggle to create a unique poison (I'm working on that, btw). So why try? I went to wikipedia and found STRYCHNINE!!! MWAHAHAHA! A few things about strychnine before I get on school- strychnine is very violent, very fast, *Wesley voice* and among the deadlier poisons (any of you who haven't seen "Princess Bride" will miss that reference, sorry). I wish I could launch into a nice little informed speech about the thing, but alas, that is not condusive to my time frames, so suffice it to say this: you don't wanna ingest strychnine. It creates violent muscle convulsions, so violent that the victim will often die in 2-3 hours from EXHAUSTION. That's saying somethin', right there. With strynchnine poisoning, one can also suffocate, because the poison paralyzes the the neural pathways that control breathing. Either way, the victim is almost certainly dead within 2-3 hours of exposure (untreated, of course... not sure the stats on survival rates, but I'd say, the sooner you're poisoned and get to da hospital, the better).

I read all this and had one o' those evil lightbulbs pop over my head. It was PERFECT. Only... I'm in Uhrya and I need a slightly different poison than this, but ohhhhhhh baby did it give me inspiration. (my chracters are quaking in a corner right now thinking "Yeah... too MUCH inspiration")

Well, off t' do school so I can work with my poison/poisoning/poison victim some more this af'anoon!

A Euology

*glances back at previous post and shakes head* Oh my word. Wow. Ok... does anybody actually WANT me to continue... *CapnJack disgusted face* THAT? *shakes head again*

Well, I really, honestly, desperately need to get on math, but I think I must make time for a short eulogy for a dear friend- my favorite pen. A small, yellow, capless Dollar Store creation, but an excellent pen nonetheless. We faced many adventures together... but alas, no longer. He died last night. His death was inconvenient to say the least (it happened during a rather intense part of the story), but he went out well with a final written word of 'fingers'. Seems fitting for a pen. *sigh* Replacing him will be hard. Oh, I have other pens that write similiarly to the way he did, but they're... all.... *sniff sniff* BLUE-inked. :-( Now my notebook looks like a freak... with the not-so-neat pages- all a professional shade of grayish black- turning a vibrant, blueish color all of a sudden. *sulky face* (Tho' this morning I do believe I found another black pen that writes in a similar fashion... see, I'm very picky about my pens because my handwriting depends on my pen. But that's something for another post...) I suppose I can live with it, but writing won't be the same without my favorite pen, whom I have a sudden urge to call 'Elmer'. *rolls eyes at self*

The burial will be at whenever-I-have-time-to-do-it:30pm today- in a wastebasket. Writing will resume immediately.

The Not-So-Epic Saga of Oodstu and Rilloma (pt1)

Word verification='uh oh' for all of you; 'mwahahaha' for me... especially when I have nothing better to write about... *insane grin* First time I've ever tried a 'blog story' too... hehe! (please note... this is nothing like the novel I'm writing. That'd be embarrassing.) :-D

The Not-So-Epic Saga of Oodstu and Rilloma
Part I- In Which The Rutabagas Are All Gone.

Once upon a time, there were two tiny trolls named Oodstu and Rilloma. Now, most people think of trolls as big and nasty. Or else, little and nasty. But Oodstu and Rilloma were neither. They left the 'big and nasty stuff' to their cousin, Bim (who cracked coconuts for a living) and the 'little and nasty' stuff to their uncle, Barm, who was a world-class meatloaf fryer (the person who works in the back deep-frying meatloaf, doncha know). But Oodstu and Rilloma didn't like to fry meatloaf either. They were vegetarians and their diet consisted largely of kale and rutabaga. It was the rutabaga that turned their hair cotton-candy blue, too. (Rutabaga often has that effect on trolls, it seems) Oodstu stood about a quarter of a meter off the ground and Rilloma sat about half a quarter of a meter off the ground (because, you see, Rilloma never stood up). And they were very happy. Except, of course, when it rained and they had to find another sandwich bag to live in. However, there were plenty of sandwich bags around the old rubber ducky manufacturing plant where they lived, so they were never without. (Don't ask me why there were so many sandwich bags, nor why the rain only ever rained on top of one at a time, for I truly don't know)

So one day Oodstu and Rilloma were taking a walk. Only, Rilloma wasn't walking, because she never stood up and therefore never walked. (Don't ask me why Rilloma always sat down, nor how she got around so well while managing to never stand up, for I truly don't know.) They were walking to their garden, which they always kept a little distance from the house. They did this just in case they should need to move in a hurry. That way, they wouldn't have to drag their garden around so much, for the suitcase in which it was planted was awfully heavy, especially with all those rutabagas growing in it (for rutabagas are rather heavy when you're only a quarter of a meter tall or a half of a quarter of a meter, doncha know).
"Which shall we eat today, Oodstu?" Rilloma asked, turning her head slightly so he could hear her. Oodstu lagged a little behind his wife. Odd, considering he was the one who stood and she the one who sat.
"Kale and rutabaga," the tiny woman continued, "Or rutabaga and kale?"
"Kale and rutabaga," Oodstu replied after thinking it over carefully. (Oodstu always thought things over carefully, doncha know). "We've had rutabaga and kale for at least a day in a row!"
Rilloma nodded solemnly. "Oh yes, that's right. And it isn't good for us to have such repetition in our diet. It might make us grow taller."
They shared a shudder at the thought. If there was one thing Oodstu and Rilloma dreaded more than anything else, it was growing taller, or thinner, or handsomer. So they were always very careful to avoid this (and did a fairly good job at it as well). Soon, the couple arrived at the garden and commenced to choosing the very ripest kale for their supper. Rilloma always insisted on finding the ripest kale, but neither of them could ever quite determine just how to tell whether a kale was the ripest or not. So they just went with their best guess. Then it was time for the rutabagas- their very favorite. Oodstu always insisted on picking the plumpest rutabaga for their meals, but, then again, it was rather hard to find a plump rutabaga, and even harder to tell if it was the plumpest. So they always just went with their best guess. Only, today, there was a problem. There was no plumpest rutabaga to be found! In fact... there were no rutabags to be found at all!
Oodstu smiled wide like he always did when he was upset. "There aren't any rutabaga!"
"There aren't any rutabaga," Rilloma echoed, smiling in shock. "The first time in at least twenty years! Maybe even twenty-one!"
"And if there aren't any rutabaga," Oodstu said slowly, after thinking it over carefully, "That means the rutabaga must be all gone!"
"And if the rutabaga are all gone..." his wife continued, her smile of distress growing larger, "That means there aren't any!"

Once Oodstu and Rilloma had quite determined that there weren't any rutabaga, and that consequently the rutabaga must be all gone, they decided that they ought to do something about it. After all, what good was kale without rutabaga? And what good was rutabaga without kale? (Only... that didn't really matter at the moment, since there were no rutabaga and therefore there would be no eating of kale anyways.) At first Oodstu and Rilloma considered calling loudly for their rutabaga. They quickly decided against that, however, because Oodstu thoughtfully pointed out that rutabaga don't have ears. Their second idea was to run an ad in the paper for the missing rutabaga. But they decided against that too, because Rilloma reminded Oodstu that, if they let the world know their precious rutabaga were missing, someone else might go and find them and not bring them back! It took about an hour before they decided on their course of action- they would go and find the rutabaga themselves.

To be continued...

Blermin

So there I was... posting a comment on Tahlia's blog. Word verification plopped up. The word was 'blermin'. I thought to myself... ok. There's my blog topic! BLERMIN!!! *big grin* It's incredibly random, but I think I can make a post outta this! :-D

What does 'blermin' make you think of? I mean, really... it has such potential! A random collaboration of words meant to put off any spambots... and it comes up with *dramatically* blermin. It could be some ancient breed of fish that could breathe on land and sea and underground. Or howabout a dwarfish curse word? *gravelly voice* "Aww, blermin!" Then again, it could be a flavor of lollipop, or a construction tool that glues things together, or a special fabric used to make pet beds... the possibilities are as endless as your random-creativity! Determine for yourselves what fits best! *lightbulb; goes to create poll*

*reads above post* Oy, am I tired...

Forgetting what you wanted to write about....

Oy. I caught pneumonia as a secondary infection last week. So I've been in bed all week. Which I hate. But that's life. :-P Especially today, however, I was thinking about my next blog entry. I had two rather good ideas... and forgot both of them when I took a nap. Ergo, I guess I can only write about the entries I WAS gonna write about and hope that maybe, just maybe, one or two will come back to me...