PotterPotterMovie
personally i found this pretty damn funny.
be sure to exit out eventually, i think it's just a continuous loop and keeps repeating over and over.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
a firm believer
i got the idea to write a post like this when a kid sitting behind me in my philosophy class stated "i'm a firm believer in 'money can buy you anything'". and it got me thinking. am i a firm believer in anything? before i delve more into that topic i'd like to address the kid's statement. sure, you can buy anything with money. no, i'm not kidding, ANYTHING. but, yes, there is a but, you can't buy the best of anything. sure, money can buy you the best car and the best house and so on and so forth, but money cannot buy you the best form of feelings. it can buy you happiness, but only superficial happiness, and anyone who says that's good enough for them will one day realize what a sad and lonely life they've led. they'll probably realize this on their death bed.
now on to what i'm a firm believer in. i thought long and hard about it, and came to the conclusion that i'm a firm believer in there being an exception to every rule. i know it seems odd, but hear me out. there really is an exception to every rule, nothing is absolute. there is an exception to every rule including the rule "there is an exception to every rule". for example: murder is wrong. but murder isn't wrong when it's done in an act of self defense. there is an exception to every rule. but some things, like killing someone for the pure and simple pleasure of seeing someone die is wrong. you get my meaning? so that's what i have concluded; this is one thing i cannot refute: an infinite loophole. this is my "cogito ergo sum."
now on to what i'm a firm believer in. i thought long and hard about it, and came to the conclusion that i'm a firm believer in there being an exception to every rule. i know it seems odd, but hear me out. there really is an exception to every rule, nothing is absolute. there is an exception to every rule including the rule "there is an exception to every rule". for example: murder is wrong. but murder isn't wrong when it's done in an act of self defense. there is an exception to every rule. but some things, like killing someone for the pure and simple pleasure of seeing someone die is wrong. you get my meaning? so that's what i have concluded; this is one thing i cannot refute: an infinite loophole. this is my "cogito ergo sum."
Thursday, November 3, 2005
thinking...
hmm, so i'm thinking. about my latest story. i needed to write it for my oral interp. class. so i made really quick work of it. and it turned out cute and funny, but it wasn't deep or engaging. it was one of those itty bitty pieces of writing that you read as an example in a grade school class. a piece that doesn't really go anywhere. a piece with no objective.
so now i need to strip it down and build it back up. this time i need to give the characters more depth.
to start, then need names. i'll name the guy nick. there are alot of nicks in our generation. i can name five nicks who are around my age off hand. the guy has to be generic, that's why he's invisible. he was too generic, so he just faded away. ok, his name is nick, he's 20. his birthday is june 5, 1985. he has brown hair, brown eyes and is of average build. he doesn't have a last name. he can't remember it, just like his family can't remember him.
now the girl. she's... ok, can't think of a name right now, we'll get back to that. she's angry. she's always angry. she hates everyone, because she feels that everyone hates her, in a way. she had a rough childhood. her mother left, then her father left to go looking for her. her brother was much older than she, and left for college right before her mom left. no, i take that back. she was an only child. for several months she lived alone, till child services found out and sent her to a home. this home had alot of kids. so she felt her foster parents didn't have time to like her. she never got along with kids at school, because she was just one of those unfortunate people who wasn't born with the popularity gene. so she hated her classmates. she hates all people her age. she hates everyone. her name is jo. she's 21. she just turned 21. her birthday is november 1, 1984. she was born on the day of the dead, and often wishes she was dead. or invisible. she hates people and hates talking to them. but they try to talk to her anyway. till they get to know her a little bit anyway. then they think she's a bitch. and they leave. deep down, she just wants somebody to like her (or love her, but that sounds too cheesy for my tastes).
it all started nick's senior year in high school. he didn't notice it though, since nobody really ever payed attention to him anyway. it started to become more evident when he left for college. he always attended class, but the teachers marked him absent. and when he'd approach them about it, they wouldn't recognize him. and they would forget about changing their attendance records. so they flunked him. they would somehow lose his tests and papers, or sometimes they'd turn out blank. his family stopped calling him. they forgot about him. and stopped paying his tuition, so he was forced to drop out of college. now everything is starting to freak him out. he moved back in with his family, but one day he woke up and all his stuff was gone. he was sleeping on the floor. they took his bed right from under him. his parents can't see him or hear him. so he leaves. just recently, he's noticed that parts of him have started to fade away (arms, legs, hands, feet). at first he tries to ignore it, but it's getting worse and worse, and he's really starting to flip out about it.
then somehow he runs into jo, literally. he freaks her out, and she pepper sprays him.....(that was my original written scene). no, she doesn't pepper spray him. or else it'll be hard for me to convincingly have him find her again. she can see him. or at least she can see as much of him as he can. but he's starting to forget things. and he really really needs her help. because she can see him and hear him. he does something. something nice. i'm not sure what. something that keeps jo from hating him, and gets her to help him. she really does want a friend, but she doesn't want to admit it. but how can she help him? hmm....
well, that was a good brainstorming session. now to figure out how to put it into context....
so now i need to strip it down and build it back up. this time i need to give the characters more depth.
to start, then need names. i'll name the guy nick. there are alot of nicks in our generation. i can name five nicks who are around my age off hand. the guy has to be generic, that's why he's invisible. he was too generic, so he just faded away. ok, his name is nick, he's 20. his birthday is june 5, 1985. he has brown hair, brown eyes and is of average build. he doesn't have a last name. he can't remember it, just like his family can't remember him.
now the girl. she's... ok, can't think of a name right now, we'll get back to that. she's angry. she's always angry. she hates everyone, because she feels that everyone hates her, in a way. she had a rough childhood. her mother left, then her father left to go looking for her. her brother was much older than she, and left for college right before her mom left. no, i take that back. she was an only child. for several months she lived alone, till child services found out and sent her to a home. this home had alot of kids. so she felt her foster parents didn't have time to like her. she never got along with kids at school, because she was just one of those unfortunate people who wasn't born with the popularity gene. so she hated her classmates. she hates all people her age. she hates everyone. her name is jo. she's 21. she just turned 21. her birthday is november 1, 1984. she was born on the day of the dead, and often wishes she was dead. or invisible. she hates people and hates talking to them. but they try to talk to her anyway. till they get to know her a little bit anyway. then they think she's a bitch. and they leave. deep down, she just wants somebody to like her (or love her, but that sounds too cheesy for my tastes).
it all started nick's senior year in high school. he didn't notice it though, since nobody really ever payed attention to him anyway. it started to become more evident when he left for college. he always attended class, but the teachers marked him absent. and when he'd approach them about it, they wouldn't recognize him. and they would forget about changing their attendance records. so they flunked him. they would somehow lose his tests and papers, or sometimes they'd turn out blank. his family stopped calling him. they forgot about him. and stopped paying his tuition, so he was forced to drop out of college. now everything is starting to freak him out. he moved back in with his family, but one day he woke up and all his stuff was gone. he was sleeping on the floor. they took his bed right from under him. his parents can't see him or hear him. so he leaves. just recently, he's noticed that parts of him have started to fade away (arms, legs, hands, feet). at first he tries to ignore it, but it's getting worse and worse, and he's really starting to flip out about it.
then somehow he runs into jo, literally. he freaks her out, and she pepper sprays him.....(that was my original written scene). no, she doesn't pepper spray him. or else it'll be hard for me to convincingly have him find her again. she can see him. or at least she can see as much of him as he can. but he's starting to forget things. and he really really needs her help. because she can see him and hear him. he does something. something nice. i'm not sure what. something that keeps jo from hating him, and gets her to help him. she really does want a friend, but she doesn't want to admit it. but how can she help him? hmm....
well, that was a good brainstorming session. now to figure out how to put it into context....
glasses!
glasses, glasses, glasses!!! I HATE THEM! wearing them annoys me SO much!!!!! but without them, when my contacts are bothering me, i can't see for shit! it's no fair!!!
thank you that is all.
thank you that is all.
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