tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44962127934197671432024-02-07T12:53:15.936-06:00Mindless DribbleRandom wanderings of a pop culture junkie.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-61589641574378460192016-03-31T14:29:00.000-05:002016-03-31T14:29:06.628-05:00Batman v Superman<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is a reason I prefer Marvel over DC. Namely that DC has just been making everything dark and gritty. I'm just not a fan of dark and gritty superheroes.<br />
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A warning... there will be spoilers for this and for Man of Steel (which I have not seen, but know enough to spoil things).<br />
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Okay, so who decided that Superman, the literal all-around good guy, was dark and gritty? Cause honestly it doesn't make sense. He's the good guy and everyone loves him.<br />
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Except the people in Batman v Superman. And that's the main plot of this movie. Because of what happened in Man of Steel, namely the leveling of half of Metropolis, Superman is not the hero people want.<br />
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Bruce Wayne, who happened to be in Metropolis at the time of the leveling, is one of the main opponents of the Man of Steel. But he's busy doing Batman things in Gotham.<br />
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Side point, has Gotham always been "across the bay" from Metropolis? Cause that just seems too much of a coincidence. Much like the fact that both the heroes mom's are named Martha.<br />
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I would try to go over plot in this review, but it was just all over the place. So let's instead talk about characters. Henry Cavill's Superman is so dry. I understand he's an alien, but he's been on Earth for his entire life. He's never really know how life was like on Krypton, so stop making him so... personality-less.<br />
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Ben Affleck was also a bit one-note, but honestly, I love him too much to complain. Thanks, movie, for the unnecessary shirtless workout scene.<br />
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Gal Gadot was great and needed to be in the movie more.<br />
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Jesse Eisenberg was my favorite part. He can play crazy really well. And this Lex Luthor is bat-shit insane.<br />
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So, overall, I wasn't too impressed. It was mostly confusing. I liked the little cameos for the other members of the Justice League and I cannot wait for the Aquaman movie.<br />
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Frankly, I just think that DC has to stop focusing on it's two main players and bring up the rest of the roster. Yes, I know, the last time they did, it flopped. But that's what you get for doing Green Lantern before Wonder Woman. We all just want a Wonder Woman movie.<br />
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Make it happen!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-45631956765832290162016-03-01T10:53:00.001-06:002016-03-01T10:53:58.316-06:00Edutainment is my new favorite wordI tried thinking of a topic that I could research. You see, I like a lot of edutainment-al channels on YouTube and I would like to slowly become one.<br />
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But I can't think of which topic I would be best for.<br />
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I like so many things and I find so many things interesting that there is just too much to choose from. And moreover there are already so many edutainment-al channels that cover everything I would want to cover.<br />
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So what new twist can I bring to things?<br />
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Of course I could also just write my scripts out for the blog. But again, I need a topic.<br />
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So what I'm really saying is... SOMEBODY GIVE ME A TOPIC TO WRITE ABOUT!!!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-39302564307411960502016-02-18T17:51:00.001-06:002016-02-18T17:51:48.453-06:00Kissing in the Rain<span style="font-family: inherit;">Normally I don't like romantic things because they are dumb.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But I just watched this short YouTube series and it's absolutely adorable.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And because of this, and some other things, I have started working again on my big romance novel. Don't worry, it will be full of cliche dribble.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh, there is a second half to this series with different actors. While still cute, I didn't find them as endearing as these ones. But they are still worth a watch.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">And since I'm pimping out my blog to a good chunk of their videos, go check out Shipwrecked Comedy's kickstarter - <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 1.3em; white-space: pre-line;"><a href="https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1029702011/poeparty" target="_blank">Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Dinner Party</a> </span></span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-9849582766081245942016-02-14T17:36:00.003-06:002016-02-14T17:36:51.950-06:00Adventures in Baking!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Today is Valentine's Day. <div>
Therefore, my aunt and I decided to make cookies.</div>
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It turned out a lot more hilarious that we anticipated.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It's just cookie dough. <br />You see anything else, blame your own dirty mind.</td></tr>
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So... yeah... </div>
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Note to readers: when making a pink cookie... you should probably use a lot more food coloring.<br /><br />
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But everything turned out alright in the end.</div>
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I really don't have anything else to say. I just wanted to share the laughs we had while baking today. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-1956809369189133002016-02-06T12:45:00.000-06:002016-02-06T12:45:16.292-06:00WANTED: One piano player to work with shy sopranoI am looking for an accompanist.<br />
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Let's take a step back.<br />
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I consider myself a singer. I went to school for voice. I like singing. All that jazz and whatnot.<br />
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However, I have terrible stage fright. I don't know what it is about singing on stage, but I just can't do it. I clam up. I squeak. I am just pretty bad.<br />
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However however, I wish to belong to the Sarah Brightman School of Performance. This is something I came up with several years ago. If you don't know Sarah Brightman, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!<br />
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This is Sarah Brightman and she is my queen. --><br />
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She has a gorgeous voice and never wears pants. Which is why I joke that the SBSoP's motto is "Cantate magnum, sine aliqua." That translates to "Sing big, without pants."<br />
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I'm funny.<br />
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Anyway, I'm getting off track. I am thinking about setting up a vocal recital for myself because I never got to do one in college. It's a long story, but that doesn't matter now.<br />
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What matters is that I would like to do one now and I need an accompanist, but the ones I know do not live around here, and the ones that live around here I do not know.<br />
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Sad face!<br />
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So if you know someone, please let me know. I'm looking to do some standards, some pop tunes, a few musical numbers, and maybe an aria if I feel up to it.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-11034220803370008322016-02-04T15:51:00.000-06:002016-02-04T15:51:13.153-06:00Grandma's 86th Birthday Bash!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJ1jZFXaJnnWF7PMU7LU1S61QMFTDTJWvBQX8jheHbCU5KwtGnmhp6R4EPhsBBLOWPBAy5NPG49-aQMjfrnY_ibGxaq3N05uUJBvTol9ai-qq3jHpX2ZxISBpPBkb-xwkAq5IDe381jju/s1600/20160131_113343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJ1jZFXaJnnWF7PMU7LU1S61QMFTDTJWvBQX8jheHbCU5KwtGnmhp6R4EPhsBBLOWPBAy5NPG49-aQMjfrnY_ibGxaq3N05uUJBvTol9ai-qq3jHpX2ZxISBpPBkb-xwkAq5IDe381jju/s320/20160131_113343.jpg" width="320" /></a>So sweet ol' grandma-ma turned 86 this past Monday.<br />
We had a party for her on Sunday as Mom had to work and I had to babysit the nieces that Monday.<br />
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Here are some pictures...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me and gram-gram</td></tr>
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I know I've been writing a lot about my grandmother recently, but seriously she's really the only thing going on in my life right now.<br />
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And that makes me a little sad.<br />
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On the other hand... I may have gotten the perfect picture of her.<br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiottaF5HOsACFYP5TOEF4YNAM-zox03rQBGEYVSsWv5h2uvXF1SspRsIE8IOBWSsV0dk6t6nl5IHYx9WZIzr_jWDhTlkwlLj8LFahQUosOROt4GXndNkjwV4A9x7oloyLiMvQHglCbtXrE/s1600/20160131_134633.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiottaF5HOsACFYP5TOEF4YNAM-zox03rQBGEYVSsWv5h2uvXF1SspRsIE8IOBWSsV0dk6t6nl5IHYx9WZIzr_jWDhTlkwlLj8LFahQUosOROt4GXndNkjwV4A9x7oloyLiMvQHglCbtXrE/s320/20160131_134633.jpg" width="179" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Huh?"</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-13797514559397421332016-01-30T13:38:00.001-06:002016-01-30T13:38:38.604-06:00Update on grandma and her foot<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sometimes you just need wine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigkgGS5HANVlgBOl6SnJ8ZVfJnDCDQ74LW668zK0MBvOAqUIt9vxWZagrEonygcOnHShrJjU6rfyG48c0T4dhddwa1Goq14b_oX5Ya7kzmdRlz5pH0Z7XHqkY4BDwx0l60Vg43WGoR91r/s1600/20160121_122527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="112" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiigkgGS5HANVlgBOl6SnJ8ZVfJnDCDQ74LW668zK0MBvOAqUIt9vxWZagrEonygcOnHShrJjU6rfyG48c0T4dhddwa1Goq14b_oX5Ya7kzmdRlz5pH0Z7XHqkY4BDwx0l60Vg43WGoR91r/s200/20160121_122527.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">See... lots better.</td></tr>
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So it's been a month now since grandma's foot fiasco and I'm happy to report is mostly healed. </div>
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That being said, my relationship with my grandmother is on the downwards slope again. It always seems to have this same rollercoaster of emotions with her. We have a fight, usually money themed, and we just seem bitch at each other for a couple weeks. I take a weekend to just get away. Then when I get back she's all "you are the best granddaughter ever" and we are good. For a few months.</div>
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It sucks not having a good relationship with your only living grandparent. </div>
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It sucks worse when people think you don't care. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-59439985133829028162016-01-08T19:39:00.001-06:002016-01-08T19:41:38.368-06:00Friday Fun-times - sculptingI've been sculpting little trolls recently. They are cute in a weird sort of way.<br />
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So far I have made 2 of a set of 4 and one extra.</div>
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Here are pictures!</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Fl9FZRA0dTjmaLoGQ11sy1VJcPCUro0Bo493RNdqWAADLA_J2YeKnhfbF76DTWDc0Az2AGm5eJT6kSGG_yk9vaa4knDqHCytyRqlKqkcjaKnjxOKxL2iPdjgTphx8BqE9kvNV7LZ4Xqb/s1600/yuki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Fl9FZRA0dTjmaLoGQ11sy1VJcPCUro0Bo493RNdqWAADLA_J2YeKnhfbF76DTWDc0Az2AGm5eJT6kSGG_yk9vaa4knDqHCytyRqlKqkcjaKnjxOKxL2iPdjgTphx8BqE9kvNV7LZ4Xqb/s320/yuki.jpg" width="320" /></a>This is Askr [pronounced Oscar] and he is the Spring Guardian. He is actually the first one I made.<br />
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This is Yuki the Ice Princess.</div>
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I have plans for Summer and Autumn... well, kinda. All I know for certain is that Summer will be lying on her stomach with a dragonfly on her feet. And Autumn will have fallen leaves... duh.</div>
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I just need to buy more clay.</div>
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And random crafty bits for decorations.</div>
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Now, this one is not completely finished. He doesn't even have a name yet. I've been calling him Neo because he kinda looks like Neapolitan ice cream, but I don't really like it. He's definitely an ice cream troll. I don't know quite how else to decorate him yet. I feel like he should be sitting in a cloud of whipped cream, but how would I do that?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-3669002038003614102016-01-06T14:12:00.000-06:002016-01-06T14:12:41.169-06:00Workday Wednesday - Fanfics<div class="MsoNormal">
I find that most of my stories these days start as fanfics.
What’s a fanfic, you ask? Well, it’s a story that takes place in a pre-existing
story-verse or uses someone else’s characters. For example, [and I can’t
believe this would be the best known example] <b>50 Shades of Grey</b> started out as
a<b> Twilight</b> fanfic. The author took the characters Edward and Bella and said “what
if I make these two have all sorts of sex?”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Actually, most fanfics that are out there are basically “what
if [insert two or more characters] had sex?” <o:p></o:p></div>
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I don’t write that kind of fanfic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I write “author inserted” fanfic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I write stories where the main character is new to the
story-verse and is a perfect version of what I would do in the story. The best
example I can think of of this is Dante’s <b>Inferno</b>. I mean he made Virgil, an
actual person, his best bud and guide. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The first story I ever finished [because I have a problem]
was an Andromeda fanfic. It’s actually where my internet persona is named.
Enigma Harper. My main character in an Andromeda fanfic.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here’s an excerpt…</div>
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">After classes I toured the space
station. It was huge. It was like a small planet. My favorite part of the tour
was the docking bay. Ships came everywhere to get supplies. All the different
beings that got out of the ships were amazing. There were several ships that I
wouldn't mind travelling on. I started to dream about the many places I would
go. I must've been quite out of it because I finally snapped out when someone
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Um. excuse me, miss. I've
been all around the galaxy and I have never seen a finer looking alien."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"What? Finer? I don't
understand your..." I glanced at the round metallic disk inserted into the
side of his neck, "AI slang."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Now he looked confused. "AI?
I ain't no robot, lady, if I can call you that. I am all human. Straight from
Mother Earth, herself."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Well, I'm sorry if I
offended you. I couldn't tell with that thing in your neck."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"What? My data port? This is
really useful. I can connect online with my ship and go to the source of any
problem."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"You have a ship? Which
one?"</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">He pointed to a beautiful ship. I
don't think I could describe it justly.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"That's her. The Andromeda
Ascendant."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Named after the chained maiden
in Greek mythology. Was offered as a sacrifice to the Cetus to save
Ethiopia."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">He stared at me, slack jawed.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"What?" I looked
around. "Did I do something wrong?"</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"No. I just never met an
alien that knew so much about ancient Earth culture."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Oh. I know much about every
culture in the galaxy. Like the infamous Krikket Wars and ... Why do you have
that look on your face?"</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"I was just thinking. Do you
know anything about the Commonwealth?"</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Just that is was a great
thing until it fell, and that some 300 year old High Guard captain is trying to
pull it back together."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Where are you staying? I
need to tell Dylan about you."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"At the University, in the
Lowi Wing. My name is Enigma." I held out my hand.</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Harper," he shook it,
"do you mind visitors?"</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"No, not at all. I live by
myself."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"I'll see you tonight
then."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">"Sure."</span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: "Calibri",sans-serif; font-size: 11.0pt; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">He walked off. I think he was
planning something. He wasn't too bad looking. Better than most back home. I
decided to write Mother about my day.</span></blockquote>
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Keep in mind I wrote this … 15 years ago. Goodness, has it
really been that long? Anyway, as you can see I borrowed a lot from what was
influencing me at the time. Greek mythology and Douglas Adams. And I didn’t
edit any of the spelling errors. Believe me, there are a bunch of errors all
over the place. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I hope you learned a bit today. If anything, I hope you
enjoyed my humble beginnings.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Harper, OUT! <o:p></o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-11165859905700034302016-01-04T11:00:00.000-06:002016-01-04T11:00:17.943-06:00Family Friday... on a Monday<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BM_uyJ9lKY_Q4vTJDQIZuwv-CHa0yu1mT1YgjVnKwYTWDKjLEEDDS1OZJoeWB-VF8sOcnl4XMHp5Xn1fB2JDFNZ_ziU8322xSaiW5fNYXSN11TLo6o-WAh0jhg8D2gFi8ktZ4_ifGyoj/s1600/me+and+grandma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="195" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3BM_uyJ9lKY_Q4vTJDQIZuwv-CHa0yu1mT1YgjVnKwYTWDKjLEEDDS1OZJoeWB-VF8sOcnl4XMHp5Xn1fB2JDFNZ_ziU8322xSaiW5fNYXSN11TLo6o-WAh0jhg8D2gFi8ktZ4_ifGyoj/s200/me+and+grandma.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grandma's first selfie.</td></tr>
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This is my grandmother. You are seeing this picture first because the rest of the pictures will be graphic in nature and I needed a buffer picture so my links were not immediately accompanied with a gross picture.<br />
<br />
Anyway, my grandmother is 85 years old. She is borderline diabetic [this is a complicated statement], hard of hearing, has macular degeneration, peripheral nerve damage in her feet, and is a staunch Democrat. She is mobile, but needs a walker and has a lot of difficulty making it up the three stairs in her home.<br />
<br />
She is adamant about living independently. She currently lives across the road from us in her ranch style home. It is all one level [save for the three steps it take to get to the attached garage] and even her washing machine is on the main floor.<br />
<br />
I'm telling you all this as a background.<br />
<br />
December 21st we [myself and my mother] get a call from the nice lady [and family friend] that helps grandma clean her house. She saw that grandma had an open wound on the back of her foot. When asked about it grandma said she first noticed a blister back there on Saturday [the 19th] and to not tell us about it because we'll just worry over nothing.<br />
<br />
This is a normal statement from Grandma.<br />
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So naturally, she called us and told us about it and we went over right away to look at it. We found this. For size reference... grandma wears a 10WW shoe.<br />
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Grandma assured us that she was fine and didn't want us to worry about her.<br />
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We didn't listen to her and took her to the emergency room.<br />
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Once the slipper was removed we noticed something else.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpx_GThylv0ZT3It0E6OFM0tis-rc8JJlJihYJp-4nOMvnqTFKQncfLmAbUyTceBsfXVeDnR1D2jVgOUA0ait-U2vme9Zwb2YJjvdUpO8CZlQUOKvxkRGhFum8gQeoeBJVj7lDSl6NScK/s1600/20151222_120205.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMpx_GThylv0ZT3It0E6OFM0tis-rc8JJlJihYJp-4nOMvnqTFKQncfLmAbUyTceBsfXVeDnR1D2jVgOUA0ait-U2vme9Zwb2YJjvdUpO8CZlQUOKvxkRGhFum8gQeoeBJVj7lDSl6NScK/s320/20151222_120205.jpg" width="180" /></a><br />
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The wound was just the top of a popped blister. A blister that measured 4.5 cm tall and 6 cm wide. That is a Post-It note sized blister... that we only were just told about!<br />
<br />
Now I know that at least one person is out there going, "Why don't you do daily checks on her?"<br />
<br />
We do... I do.<br />
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Grandma is a special case. She is kinda paranoid. Like "the government is trying to steal all my money" paranoid. She is considered "too rich" to qualify for an in-home care program and "too poor" to move to a care facility. So she has me as a care provider and our family friend as a maid. I take her to appointments, get her groceries, make meals, and pick up her prescriptions. If she needs something from me, she calls me up and I go right over. She has a Life Alert necklace [that she keeps on her walker because... reasons?] incase she can't get to her phone.<br />
<br />
But mainly it is her decision to do anything. And she likes to prove this by not telling us about her ailments for a few days. Even when we are sitting in front of her.<br />
<br />
So the ER doctor says that the blister is probably from either her cellulitis or her lymphedema.<br />
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In other words... no big deal?<br />
<br />
They send us down to wound care for debridement... aka the removal of dead tissue so the wound can heal. It looks like this.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9U2q9zEhIAcjmH_0ht_Vw_CyMHWDkgQiv7zozCaNbnZE_xgkycWjmJLW7UcsJbVLLRA4pjkSuJbWLpmyc0ZcVAidc01l73qMgeAlcQGPvRZNRCUla64rg9ZLdBgiHNDjOcfuIGKUrrm01/s1600/20151222_131118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9U2q9zEhIAcjmH_0ht_Vw_CyMHWDkgQiv7zozCaNbnZE_xgkycWjmJLW7UcsJbVLLRA4pjkSuJbWLpmyc0ZcVAidc01l73qMgeAlcQGPvRZNRCUla64rg9ZLdBgiHNDjOcfuIGKUrrm01/s320/20151222_131118.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
Just so you know, I'm apparently a ninja when I take pictures. The doctor didn't even know. But I knew I needed to be able to tell other family members what was going on.<br />
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So I became the Ninja Photographer!<br />
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Long story short, Grandma is healing well. Actually she only had to go to 2 debridement appointments. The doctor said she was healing nicely and that all she needed was someone to change her bandages.<br />
<br />
That would be me.<br />
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Woo...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-69204875367998421142015-12-31T09:58:00.001-06:002015-12-31T09:58:02.152-06:00Holidays are hard for scheduling <p dir="ltr">As you can tell I've been doing really well at keeping this schedule together. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm gonna blame on the holidays but that's not really the reason.</p>
<p dir="ltr">The reason is because I'm lazy.</p>
<p dir="ltr">But I feel better blaming something I have no control over.<br>
~~~~~~~</p>
<p dir="ltr">Trust me, tomorrow's blog is gonna be a doozy.</p>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-24573426638245958582015-12-23T10:00:00.000-06:002015-12-23T10:00:02.753-06:00Workday Wednesday - Intro sceneI've been working on translating a story of mine into script format.<br />
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I have it titled "Gemini Falls" and that has been the title since before I ever heard about the show Gravity Falls. Actually, I only just thought of that correlation as I was writing this intro. Trust me, my story has nothing to do with that show.<br />
<br />
It was a seed from an entirely different show.<br />
<br />
I started this as a sort of Marble Hornets homage, but it has gone through a lot of tweaks and edits. However, this intro scene still has that sort of vibe.<br />
<br />
So here is the opening scene. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments.<br />
<br />
Thanks.<br />
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Fade In:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;">Found Footage Opening</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="color: #cc0000;"><br /></span></div>
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Static gives way to dark foreboding trees dotted only with
the light of a small flashlight. Occasionally the flashlight comes into view in
the bottom corner. The camera person is obviously scared but continues into the
woods.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Shelby [V.O.]<o:p></o:p></div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I can’t believe I’m trompsing through the woods armed only
with a $15 camera and a flashlight. At least I sprang for the expensive one. No
battery issues for this girl. I got one of those emergency shake-em-up torches
reserved for the doom preparers.</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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She continues further into the woods. There is normal woods
ambiance. Hooting owls, cicadas, etc. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="CHARACTER">
<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Shelby [v.o.]</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Of course I’m kicking myself for going alone. Then again, I
have no friends and my only family thinks I’m crazy. Absolutely certifiable.
She actually did commit me once. </blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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She turns the camera onto herself. She looks absolutely
haggard. Like she hadn’t slept in weeks. Her green striped hair stood out in
random places under her black slouchy hat. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="CHARACTER">
<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Shelby</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
But I will show them. I will show them all. [beat] I’m not
crazy.</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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A twig snaps loudly behind her. She whips the camera around
and tries to find the source of the sound.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="CHARACTER">
<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Shelby [v.o.]</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
What was that?</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Her light bounces around on the trees. The trees in this
area grow source close together that you’d think it was just one giant tree.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="CHARACTER">
<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Shelby [v.o.]</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Shelby, pull yourself together. It was probably just some
random animal. You have a reason that you are in the woods tonight and you’re
gonna see it through. You are gonna find this … thing.</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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She walks through some trees and finds herself in a
perfectly circular clearing. She rotates around showing just how strange
looking it is.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="CHARACTER">
<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Shelby [v.o]</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
We’re here. The last time I saw him he was here in this
clearing. And now I’m here… alone… talking to myself in the middle of the woods
with only a camera as my friend. Maybe I am crazy?</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="CHARACTER">
<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Thing [v.o.]</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I don’t think you’re crazy.</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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She stopped moving. Her hand shake at the sound of his
voice.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Thing [v.o.]<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="Parenthetical" style="text-align: center;">
(close and evil)</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
I’ve been waiting for you, Shelby.</blockquote>
<div class="Dialogue">
<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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She brings the camera up slowly to point it behind her.
Right behind her shoulder is a giant blacker than black silhouette. It is
vaguely humanoid in shape but has no discernible features. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="CHARACTER">
<br /></div>
<div class="CHARACTER" style="text-align: center;">
Thing [v.o]<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="Parenthetical" style="text-align: center;">
(cocking his head to one side)</div>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
Now… why did you go and do that?</blockquote>
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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She drops the camera and it falls, but manages to capture
the following action. In one swift movement it wraps its “arms” around her and
pulls her backwards into the darkness. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Fade to:<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="SCENEHEADING">
<span style="color: #cc0000;">Title Screen</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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This is where the title goes. <o:p></o:p></div>
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Trans to:<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-65078861430146168572015-12-21T22:53:00.000-06:002015-12-21T22:53:11.127-06:00Monday Review - Fallout 4<div class="MsoNormal">
I was going to start my grand re-entrance into movie reviews
with the most recent movie I watched.<o:p></o:p></div>
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But that was <b>Star Wars: The Force Awakens</b>.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And since my reviews tend to be a bit heavy on the spoiler
side of things, I am forbidden to review it for a couple of months.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At least until the statute of limitations is lifted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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So instead I’m gonna review Fallout 4.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I finally finished my first play-through of the game, which
says a lot as it is the first Fallout game I’ve been able to finish. And there’s
still a lot of things for my character to do in the Commonwealth, but I’ve
completed the main storyline. <o:p></o:p><br />
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<br /></div>
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Here’s a brief rundown of the expedition of Tara.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<ul>
<li>After watching my husband get shot and my son taken, I am
freed to wander the vast barren landscape of Massachusetts.</li>
<li>I find a dog.</li>
<li>I help find a synth detective who helps me find out
information on who took my son.</li>
<li>I travel into the mindscape of said kidnapper and then kill
him.</li>
<li>I saved the DJ from a bar fight and thus help him become a
more manly man.</li>
<li>I become the Silver Shroud… and get some poor ghoul killed.
(But I reloaded like 8 times trying to not get him killed. It was very sad.)</li>
<li>I then go on a brief killing spree out of anger.</li>
<li>When I come back to my senses I find out that my son is at
the Institute.</li>
<li>I go there and find out that my son is actually 60 and in
charge.</li>
<li>I vow to help him because he is my son and I love him and I
don’t really care about anyone else in the commonwealth.</li>
<li>In doing so, I kill a lot of people that I have met along
the way.</li>
<li>Son dies and I become the new director of the Institute.</li>
</ul>
<o:p></o:p><br />
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<o:p></o:p></div>
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And that’s it. <o:p></o:p></div>
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From what I’ve read about the game, I got the bad ending.
The Institute is bad and should be destroyed. But they were doing so much for
the betterment of the world and technology I just had to agree with them. Cause
I’m all for science!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Overall, I had a pretty good time playing the game. I got
rather good at sniping. And extremely good at become over-encumbered and not
being able to run. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<i>Fallout… the game that teaches hording.</i><o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
I’ve already started a new play-through. The one is my “dicking
around” character. His name is Jim and for a good number of days he was dressed
in a green dress and matching hardhat. He only carries a 10mm and a shotgun –
named Yvaine and Zeus respectively.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I highly recommend this game.<o:p></o:p></div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-14446499956082638052015-12-18T10:00:00.000-06:002015-12-18T10:00:06.568-06:00New format!<img height="160" src="http://princevega.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/09/Under-Construction.jpg" width="320" /><br />
After much deliberation I have decided that I need to spend more time on this pet project of mine. So I have painstakingly mapped out the followed schedule for myself.<br />
<br />
Monday - new(ish) movie review<br />
Tuesday - new video on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/EnigmaHarper" target="_blank">YouTube</a><br />
Wednesday - in depth discussion of story I'm working on<br />
Thursday - new video on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/EnigmaHarper" target="_blank">YouTube</a><br />
Friday - personal journey discussion<br />
Saturday - new video on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/EnigmaHarper" target="_blank">YouTube</a><br />
Sunday - off... because sometimes you just need a day off.<br />
<br />
I need to make this blog my own so I've segmented it into the three areas of my life. Personal, work, and hobby. In this case "work" is the book I'm working on. Because someday I'll actually publish something and then silly update posts like this will be a thing of the past because I'll be too busy travelling and signing books.<br />
<br />
Hey... a girl can dream...<br />
<br />
Monday's movie review may alter to include book reviews, tv reviews, and general anything I like reviews.<br />
<br />
Friday's personal days are important. Because doing something for yourself is necessary.<br />
<br />
So... yeah... new schedule incoming.<br />
<br />
Just in time for the new year.<br />
<br />
I don't think I could've planned that any better.<br />
<br />
:)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-40253801334395423342015-12-16T10:08:00.001-06:002015-12-16T10:08:34.806-06:00this is my blog, right?<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My YouTube persona.</td></tr>
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If I cared about this blog as much as I do my YouTube channel...<br />
<br />
well...<br />
<br />
I would post more often.<br />
<br />
Let's see... I have a Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday schedule for my gameplay videos, so let's do a Monday, Wednesday, Friday schedule for blog posts. Sounds reasonable.<br />
<br />
Except I don't know what to talk about.<br />
<br />
What do I want my blog to be about? What do I want to despense to my loyal readers?<br />
<br />
I guess I need to figure that out first.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-45504653671192436282015-11-05T10:14:00.003-06:002015-11-05T10:14:39.966-06:00It's NaNoWriMo<span style="font-family: inherit;">So I'm gonna post some bits of the various things I'm working on. Enjoy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>This is from what I'm tentatively calling The Fool. It's a mystery/thriller type thing.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">~~~~~~</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The crisp morning air burned her lungs, but it was a good
burn. The kind of burn that made you feels glad to be alive. The kind of burn
that told you exactly what time of year it was. The kind of burn that lets you
know exactly what the weather had in store for you the rest of the day. It was
a beautiful mid-October morning and there was a hint of rain in store for the
evening; not much, just a sprinkle. Davina breathed in deeply as she jogged
along the sidewalks. Considering everything that had happened within the past
year, she was very lucky to feel alive. The subtle creak of the prosthetic leg
– attached mid-thigh – also reminded her exactly how lucky she was indeed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She bounced down the sidewalk, humming along to the song on
her player. She had always had the habit of jogging an hour each morning, but
she had finally been able to regain her top distance of five miles. She glanced
at her watch/heart monitor – half way done and beating in range. She finished
the block and arched around. She was a full block further than yesterday, an
estimated distance of 2.7 miles. It was a completely new record for her since
the incident, and she picked up her step on the way back.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A breeze fluttered through the trees, rustling any loose
leaves to the ground. One landed in her ponytail, a bright red maple leaf in
near perfect condition. She reached up to put it out, but instead left it
there. She would get it later, if it didn’t fall out by itself first. If you
didn’t know better, it looked like she purposely placed the leaf in the bind
that held her hair. She continued along bouncing down the way, and her long,
dark ponytail bounced conversely to her steps.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">~~~~~~</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>And this little nugget is from a weird alt-history/sci-fi number I've been working on for a long time. No title.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">~~~~~</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Good-bye,
Alice.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The
farewell didn’t register at first. She was too preoccupied with her own plans.
It was the feeling of his hand slipping out of hers that made it click. She
spun around and saw him scribble something on the frame.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“No!”
She slammed her hands against the glass, the glass she was once able to phase
through at will. She pounded and cursed the man the put her there. She pounded
until she couldn't and rested her head against the pane.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Nikola,
please..." she sobbed but he could not hear her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">He
looked at her with remorse and placed a hand on the glass. He mouthed just two
words before leaving her forever.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">"I'm
sorry."</span><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">~~~~~</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>And this final piece is from a completely different story that has a bit of romance but is mainly just a character piece. Funny story, this started as a bit from an In Plain Sight fanfic. </i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">~~~~~</span></div>
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Annie woke with a
start. The bedroom was completely dark, save for the soft blue glow of her
alarm clock. She stared at the ceiling waiting for her eyes to adjust to the
dark. She didn’t want to look at the clock. Somehow she had fallen asleep but
was rudely awakened by some strange noise. If she lay there long enough she was
probably fall back asleep, but she just had to know what the noise was.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She sat up and looked
at the clock – 1am – it had better be Eli. She climbed out of bed and adjusted
her camisole. Apparently she was quite the rowdy sleeper and even though she
was alone in the house, she needed to look presentable.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Eli?” she peered her
head into the darkness of the hall. A wind rustled through the blinds in the
distant living room but no other sounds came forth. She tip-toed down the hall.
The whole scene racked her senses. The dark caused her eyes to water and her
ears perked at every slight noise.<o:p></o:p></div>
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She stumbled over a
shoe and landed loudly into the wall. This was enough to knock the fear out and
she laughed at herself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good, Annie,” she
scolded herself, “laugh it up. Just turn the damn light on and get it over
with.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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She felt around for
the light switch and lit up the hall. However, as soon as the light came on she
met a Louisville slugger to the face. It sent her spinning to the floor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You should have
stayed in bed,” the batter sneered.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Several blows landed
on her back and sides. She tried to crawl away, but her assailants kept beating
her down. One pulled her over and grabbed her throat.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You’ll leave a great
message. We were just gonna trash the place,” it was a man, but Annie couldn’t
see him through the white fireworks in him mind.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Wrong place, wrong
time, right, boss?” this voice was female with a slight Boston accent.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The man let up his
grip and turned to his partner.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“How many times do I
have to tell you? Don’t call me boss!”<o:p></o:p></div>
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The lights dimmed and
the only thought that went through Annie’s head was get to the phone! She tried
to pull herself toward the coffee table. It was a foot away, but it seemed like
a mile. The two intruders were too busy arguing to see her reach for it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Reach! Come on girl.
You got it! Now unlock it and call him!<o:p></o:p></div>
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She had the phone in
her right hand and brought it close to her face to see it. Her left eye had
started to swell and her hands were covered in blood. Somehow she managed to
open it and get to her favorites. He was first on the list.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The woman saw her
first, “Boss, the phone.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Why you little
bitch!” the man kicked her in the face and the phone went sliding under the
couch. She just hoped it connected as she braced for the worse. It came in
abundance. She felt her right arm snap before she finally blacked out. As the
darkness overcame her, she thought she could her Eli’s voice calling her name.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now I must get back to writing. </div>
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Happy NaNo everybody!!!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-36234208868753116132015-10-10T15:34:00.000-05:002015-10-10T15:34:47.781-05:00Selfies... why do we hate those that love themselves?I've been thinking a lot about selfie culture.<br />
<br />
Let's step back a second. What is a selfie?<br />
A selfie is a picture that you take yourself. Most commonly taken by tweens of the female variety.<br />
<br />
There seems to be a lot of hate for the selfie. Why?<br />
<br />
For ages upon ages people have been trying to make a mark... to make themselves immortal, so to speak. Artists have done self-portraits. Writers are always inserting themselves into their writing. Singers write songs about their own experiences.<br />
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So why do we hate it when young girls take pictures of themselves?<br />
<br />
Why shouldn't they want to make a mark?<br />
<br />
So I'm joining the selfie revolution. I've turned my twitter into a Selfie a Day archive. I wasn't really using it for anything else.<br />
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Here's my first one...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Go follow me on twitter. @EnigmaHarper</td></tr>
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And here is the full picture.<div>
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So... yeah... selfies!<br /><div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-30485486985023537472015-09-29T13:36:00.001-05:002015-09-29T13:36:43.119-05:00Desert Bus<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I suppose now is a good time to tell you that I am one of the many crafters for this year's Desert Bus Craft-A-Long!!<br />
<br />
YAY!!!<br />
<br />
I made a set of corset coozies that will either be auctioned as one set or be separated into mutliple other packages. I told them they had free range and my projects are easy to fit in with other prize lots.<br />
<br />
The busing starts November 14th at 10am PST and goes until they stop raising money. Last year they raised $643,242.58<br />
<br />
Check it out at desertbus.org.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-88486742371195438962015-08-30T11:03:00.001-05:002015-08-30T11:03:43.172-05:00Tiny elephant!<p dir="ltr">So I have this elephant pattern that I shared earlier. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Well... this is the tiny version of it. It needs some work getting the proportions right, but it think he's super cute.</p>
<p dir="ltr">He sits about 3 inches tall.</p>
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Why?</div>
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I honestly don't know. I just felt like being pretty. And you know what? It's made me feel better. I've generally felt better about myself in the past three days than most of the three months.</div>
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I guess "fake it til you make it" kinda works.</div>
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In other news, I've been on a HoneyHoney kick for the past three days as well.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small; text-align: start;">Maybe this whole looking pretty/feeling better is their fault... hmm...</span></td></tr>
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Anyways, they had a new album come out and it's amazing. The first single is You and I and I just cannot get enough of it. It's so good. Here... I'll share the video.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-78454685222139646412015-08-19T20:44:00.001-05:002015-08-19T20:45:55.909-05:00CPAP<p dir="ltr">Tonight is my first night with my new CPAP machine. I was suppose to get it awhile ago but with my taking care of my aunt 3 hours away, I just couldn't stop in to make the appointment. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now I don't know how many of you know what a CPAP is, so here's a brief knowledge break. Some people have this problem where they stop breathing when they are sleeping. This is sleep apnea and it happens more often if you are overweight. Basically when you are sleeping your jaw weighs down on your windpipe and blocks the air flow. The CPAP fixes the problem by keeping a regulated flow of pressurized air going. This keeps the windpipe open.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Or at least this is how the lady explained it to me and it all makes sense in my head.</p>
<p dir="ltr">To know if you have apnea you do a sleep study. There the cover you with diodes and monitor your sleeping. I was informed from this study that I stopped breathing 56 times an hour.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Not the highest number I've heard, but still pretty bad. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Now they tried a CPAP on me during the study and in my half sleeping state I opted for the nose only mask. The other one was just too much for me to handle.</p>
<p dir="ltr">They look like the picture above. (Or wherever the mobile app decides to out it.)</p>
<p dir="ltr">In essence I've become an elephant, which has always been a life long dream of mine. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The thing with the nose only mask is that you have to keep your mouth closed. Otherwise the stream of air will go out your mouth. It sounds and feels really weird.</p>
<p dir="ltr">So now I'm gonna try to sleep tonight and not think about how I have this hose attached to my nose that is keeping my airway open so I don't stop breathing while I sleep.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Humans are complicated. </p>
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I have this issue. I'm really bad at creating new habits.<br />
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"Now, Harper," you been to ask, "why would you need to learn a new habit? You are already perfect."<br />
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Well, thank you, random blog viewer. But, I am far from perfect. For example, and the reason I am writing this particular post, I am really bad about brushing my teeth.<br />
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Gross, right?<br />
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Yeah, I know. Super gross. But I just never seem to remember to do it as part of my morning ritual. I guess I just don't care. And in my 30+ years, no one else has seemed to care either. Except for my dentist. He cares.<br />
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So I tried writing a To Do list on my mirror with a dry erase marker.<br />
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It looks like this...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Not actual bathroom.</td></tr>
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So just a simple list. But apparently it's not good enough. Cause I still don't do any of that on a regular basis.<br />
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Well... PJ time is the exception. PJ time is best time.<br />
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So I changed my message to this...<br />
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And so far it's working.<br />
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In as much as I wrote it two days ago and I have brushed my teeth both mornings.<br />
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It hurts like a bitch, but I'm pushing through.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-6238322824214478302015-08-04T14:22:00.001-05:002015-08-04T14:22:09.859-05:00Harper's Packyderms<p dir="ltr">One of the other things I do is make memory elephants. They have the same concept of memory bears, but you know, with elephants.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Because an elephant never forgets.</p>
<p dir="ltr">This one is made from one of my grandpa's flannels and is for my grandma. </p>
<p dir="ltr">She saw one I made for my aunt after her surgery and was super jealous. Grandmas... am I right?</p>
<p dir="ltr">If you are interested, let me know and we can discuss options.</p>
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That doesn't seem too hard, right?</div>
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But I'll get better.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4496212793419767143.post-49757795454940845752015-06-23T21:11:00.000-05:002015-06-23T21:11:04.750-05:00I do do other things...But right now I realized that I haven't posted about my last episode of my let's play of Gold Rush! and my latest episode just came out!<br />
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That's two episodes I failed to post!<br />
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That just will not do.<br />
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So please watch and enjoy.<br />
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I just finished the play-through, so I need your help to decide which game I play next.<br />
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You choices are...<br />
1) Still Life<br />
2) The Charnel House Trilogy<br />
3) Any of the King's Quest games<br />
4) The Talos Principle<br />
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Now I have a choice in my head, but I will play whichever gets the most votes.<br />
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Laters,<br />
HarperAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02687986612746499971noreply@blogger.com0