11.27.2004

I don't take my blogging seriously. I guess I should be ashamed of that fact, but I'm not. A lot of people accuse me of not taking anything seriously, so I guess this is just more of my endless mistakes for them to fling at me and whine because I make light. Is it really such a big deal that everything can be made into a joke? Just because I make it a joke, doesn't mean I'm not taking it serious or that I'm belittling it. It just means that, deep down, I really wish I was a comedian.

I've never written my blog with even a fraction of the finesse that others so skillfully manage. I don't - not because I can't - but because I don't want to. I don't post about politics, or write witty entries about my days events. I post garbage and nonsense, and I enjoy it.

So, after being humbled by the fantastic blog writing skills of two local NaNo authors who come to our meetings, I'm starting to think maybe though that I should start writing better posts. First, only three people read this - and while I don't post for other people, it's kind of disheartening sometimes, especially when two of those people live only in my head. Second, I really do have stuff to say, and sometimes it's actually pretty clever stuff. Rarely, but it does happen.

I know it's cliche, but they make me want to be a better blogger. No, forget better, I'd be happy with semi-competent.

So, starting tomorrow, I'm going to start changing my posting style here. Not completely, but more of the stuff that maybe will cause people to comment, or even come back. (By the way, to my three readers, have I mentioned how much I do love you? I heart!)

But for now, I'm off to take a Health quiz that's due by midnight. One, which, I thought was a test and read the entire chapter on STDs for. Come to find out, it doesn't even cover this chapter. I read all that stuff on puss and sores and looked at all those bad cartoon drawings of guys innards for nothing. Like porn my butt.

Should I bring back the Haiku of the day?

11.25.2004

Happy Turkey Day, yo.

Hope you have a very good one, don't choke on any turkey bones or have any turkey carcasses thrown at you. Yes, thrown at you. It happened to Robin once, true story. She got hit upside the head with a dead turkey because she's a haughty heathen. It bounced off the side of her face and kind of rolled across the floor. Fantastic stuff. So, every year I threaten to throw one at her when she gets a little lippy and we laugh and laugh.

Here's wishing you good times this holiday!

11.20.2004

It's Civil War game day, where the OSU Beavers vs. the U of O Ducks, and I'd just like to say:

Go Beavers!


You better win, or it's the last time I pick a college based on their colors.

Edit: Beavers won, 50 - 21. Huzzah.

11.17.2004

Oh lord, save me from my heathenistic ways and make me a Republican. I long to
go around saying things like this
, and spreading the Good Word, like the ambassador for Jesus I should be. Then he can speak through me, like he does you special Republicans. Preferably in tongues, because I've always wanted to do that.

Seriously, read it, it's scary. What really bothers me, is that more and more people are sliming their way out of the woodwork and thinking that their justified in blaring their zelotish opinions because Bush is in office. Because, yanno, God's on his side.

Oh well, I didn't want to go to Heaven anyway.

Shamelessly stolen from Clay's AIM profile

11.16.2004

In the never ending search for the perfect procrastination tool, I came across something that combines my complete and utter devotion to zombies with my almost freak-like typing ability. (Seriously, someone called me a freak! "Normal people don't type that fast" their exact words. Then they had the nerve to ask me to type their paper for them, people these days)

I'm talking about Typing of the Dead, the game created by Sega that is a total clone of House of the Dead 2 (a railroad type first person shooter game, in which you travel through a town that is overrun with zombies and mosters) but instead of the regular light gun (or mouse, if you're so inclined) you use your keyboard and type the words or sentences that appear to shoot the zombies.

Freaking cool, or what?

The game contains a handful of levels that vary in difficulty along with a fantastically horrid plot and even worse voice acting. The phrases and words you type are silly little ones like 'Pee-Pee Pants', 'I need a new job', and 'I didn't know it was your sister when I kissed her'. Some levels also require you to type in answers to questions that appear on the screen. It doesn't just stick to long or short sentences or words either, it throws out everything from single keystrokes to a massive jumble of six or seven sentences containing four or five words all at once.

There are also different gameplay modes, including an online multiplayer mode, for mad phat group zombie shooting action.

If you're interested in picking it up to waste precious minutes of your life you'll never get back, you can get it for free at everyone's favorite site for underrated and abandonware games, The Underdogs.

So go! Save the stupid dinky town and it's bad voice acting people from certain blood-eating, flesh-rotting zombie doom, you know you wanna.
I'm writing a paper on Therapeutic Cloning, that is, for those of you not in the know, the cloning of embryonic stem cells from an unfertalized egg (key word here people: unfertalized) in order to grow organs and such for possible transplant. That is, growing the organs themselves, not a whole human and harvesting organs from them. You'd be surprised at how many people make that misconception.

So I'm interested, what are your views on the topic? Give me some feedback, maybe you'll make it into my paper and be immortalized forever. Or maybe I'll just give you a cookie.

11.15.2004

I had pie in a bowl. I left and came back and my keyboard had pie on itself. I had to remove keys to clean it up. Greedy keyboard, stealing my pie. How did it get it in the first place? I certainly didn't give it pie.

11.13.2004

So much to post, so little will to type. In almost order...

I got the NaNoWriMo official junk yesterday so I can finally add them to my Nanoians goodie bags and get them out. This is great, because I've been feeling guilty about not having them all together, even though goodie bags aren't required.

The meeting on Thursday was fun, had a turnout of about 10 authors. Yay! I hope to add some activities to the next one. I didn't want to interrupt peoples writing with ones on Thursday, some people were typing away like mad. I've got good ones planned though, so if you're in the area, we'll be at Borders at 4:30 on Thursday the 18th. Be there, yo.

I hit 10,000 words! It only took me 13 days, but I did it! Are you not so, so proud? I'm at a spot in my novel that not only do I know what happens for the next 15000 words, but I actually am excited to write it (not that I wasn't excited to write the rest, just, this is where the good stuff starts happening). After that 15000 words, I know vague things in spots, but I don't know what happens completely, so it'll be fun to see what does happen.

I was out at about 2 A.M. taking Shauna to the bathroom (you didn't really think I was out partying or anything did you?) and this cop car drives by extremely slow, shining that big spotlight they have in everyone's yard. So, he swings it past me about three times, and finally shines it right in my face. So now, besides being frozen because I have no shoes on, I'm blind as well.

He sits there for like twenty seconds, and I don't say anything because it's 2 A.M. and I'm partly frozen and I'm pretty sure that I'm starting to die from exposure. So, finally he says..."Hello"

I deserve more then hello, I think, maybe a "I'm sorry I've burnt off your retinas and you'll never be able to view the beauty of the world without giant white patches from scar tissue" would be more appropriate.

"Hello," I reply. Because, I'm too tired and too much of a wimp to actually say what I think out loud.

"Are you just outside?" He asks.

Nope, pretty sure I'm inside, quite possibly in bed. "Yep. Taking my dog potty." Yes, I did say potty, what of it?

"Ah. Ok." Why yes, yes it is. "There were two boys, I got one but one ran away, have you seen him?"

"No, I haven't, I'm sorry."

"Well, keep an eye out."

"Sure."

I'm thinking, I'll keep an eye out, but what am I supposed to do? Tackle every boy I see and ask him if his friend just got hauled off to juvvie? I don't even know what boy he's looking for. Hey, my brothers a boy, want him? Of course, I didn't say that, but oh, it was tempting.

So he drove away, and I went inside, and he drove back around two or three times and shined the light in my yard extra long. Maybe he thought I really was harboring a naughty little boy after all. He had a cute voice though, but I'm pretty sure there is something wrong with me for thinking so.

I had to kill my fruit flies yesterday. I'm very distraught over it. I even said a few words over their alcoholy grave. We killed 117 of them. There is a special hell for people like me.

I'm making a dozen or so types of cookies for the holidays as gifts, because I'm cheap, and they look tasty. Any suggestions?

I'm done now, I promise to never again post such a horrific and rambling post. At least not ever again today, anyway.

Oh, and happy birthday to my sister Elaine, who turns 15 today. 15 means she can legally have a permit to drive. Yes, I am terrified.

11.12.2004

I've got a big post planned (not that anyone really reads this, besides like three people, and two of those people are in my head) but I don't have time to post it right now, so here's the quick version, with the long version coming either after I've made a fort around a computer in the library and claimed it as my own, or this afternoon:

- 2nd Meeting Yay! Had to leave early, boo. Hope everyone had fun.

- Wrote 2500 words! YAY! Wordcount 10,000! Can I get a Hallelujah? Can I get an Amen?

- Got questioned by cop with big spotlight at 2 AM. Cute voice, extremely cold, blinded eyes, sarcastic comments. No, that's not what I mean by 'big spotlight'.

- Have to kill flies. It's sad, I don't wanna.

- Cookies. But not made with dead flies.

Alright, puzzle that out for a while, and I'll be back.

11.09.2004

Since I don't have classes today I thought that I would spend the morning writing. I didn't. I am thinking perhaps I'll spend the afternoon doing homework. I probably won't. But the thoughts were both good ideas, I should get A's for effort.

I have six pages of Genetics, which is fine, because I'm actually very much enjoying Genetics. Enough, that I'm going to see if the college of my choice as a Genetics option to go along with my Biology degree. It's fascinating stuff. I know they have a Genetics Graduate program, but I'm not a Grad student yet.

I also have two essays, one five page, one two. The two page one I have a topic for, the five page one, I have no freaking idea. It's an argumentive paper, I'm not an argumentive person. What am I going to argue about for five pages? I'm lazy, I don't have enough energy to argue a topic for one page let alone five. No, I've got a better one, I just don't care, I don't care about anything so I can't really argue it. Yeah, there we go...I wonder if that would work as a topic?

I'm two exams behind in math, but it won't take me long to catch up on that. Don't tell anyone, but I'm actually enjoying math. Yes, I know it's nearly blasphemy and I should be kicked in the shins, but I can't help it. It doesn't mean I'm going to be minoring in it anytime soon, but I can stomach it a bit more then I used to. Numbers are kinda fun, whoda thunk? Certainly not me.

Off to get a few more pages pounded out in my novel. Some people have already hit 50k and beyond, the cheaters.
Along the lines of Mac's post about being accountable for who you voted for, comes being accountable for your actions towards other people, and perhaps . Like these kids who videotaped the beating of a fellow student, set it to rap music and sold it as a DVD in their high school:

The footage shows one boy punching the Junction City High School student in the face. It continues with the other boy chasing him down and slamming his head into a car window.

All this as a crowd watched.

A soundtrack of rap music with lyrics about bloody knuckles and fighting accompanies the images.

Police believe the victim, who required medical treatment, was a random target. A school official heard rumors that the DVDs were being sold at school.


I'm willing to bet, like most young people these days, these kids don't give a damn about what they did, and don't have an ounce of care for other people, their personal space or personal belongings.

What I also want to know, is where are these kids' parents? Yes, I believe at 17 people are old enough to know right from wrong and take whatever repercussions from their actions that there may be, but what kind of parents raised these children that they would behave in such a way? Why were they allowed to take it from video tape to DVD and not have their parents know what they're doing? And should they be partly responsible for the behavor of their children?

It's stomach turning, and kind of scary. I've been to Junction City, and there isn't a whole lot of people there, so the fact that this kind of stuff goes on in a teeny tiny middle of nowhere town is damn sad.

While we're at it, what about the jerks who took donated toys from the Union Gospel Mission? That kind of stuff, it racks up some pretty wicked karma.

11.08.2004

Free iPod. Is it a scam? According to people I know, nope, it's not. Actually, a ton of them have actually gotten them. So, how does it work? You sign up and complete one offer (I bought ink for my business, which I needed anyway.) and then reffer to five people who also must complete one offer, and then you get your iPod.

Well here's the thing, I need five people to complete an offer before I can get mine, so if you're interested in doing this (and need say, ink anyway, or want to sign up for Blockbusters online movie rental thing, or anything like that) please please PLEASE use me as the refferer so I can get my dumb ipod:

Just click here: http://www.freeiPods.com/?r=11511368

Thanks so much if you do this, I'd really appriciate it if you do!

11.05.2004

With all the writing I've been doing everywhere else, I haven't been posting here, because I'm trying very hard not to become disgusted with words as a whole. I've been going in so many directions lately, I've taken to writing myself lists of everything I need to do, and then promptly losing them. It might be because I don't want to do anything, or it could just be that I want to write another list because I like doing them so darn much.

Since it's Friday, I am most deffinately going to come home, pound out a good couple thousand words, and then send all the words I've done over the last four days to the mailing list. Remember, if you want to read it, all you have to do is send me an E-mail.

11.02.2004

Vote.

HotD:


If you do not vote,
Then you cannot gripe when a
Moron wins the race.

11.01.2004

Nanonanonanonao! It's like Mork, but much cooler.

I've got a class in about an hour and a half, so I'm going to pound out some words. I've decided not to post it online, so if you want to receive my daily writings so you can read it, you have to send me an E-mail at Skyte(at)brighterskyte(dot)com to get it.

Hopefully people want to read it, having people reading it and giving me feedback (positive, because if you give me negative during November I'll just kick you) would help a lot with motivation to continue writing. I'll probably be posting it to TCB Wrimos but I am not going to guarantee that, so the best way to get it if you want it is to send me an E-mail. I don't even have to know you, anyone who wants to read it can.

Now, I'm off to make some tea, and get some writing done! Good luck to everyone who's doing it this year.

HotD:

Potatoes and ham.
Oh so tasty breakfast food,
If you like piggy.