7/6/10
Hello… Neverneverland.
Watched The Last Airbender last weekend with the brothers. All I can say is, I’ll keep the cartoon as my secret loveslave. Thank you. The only redeeming aspect of that whole movie was the casting of Aang. The little kid was perfect, and awesome, and believable. Everyone else was just kinda… Posey and odd-looking. Especially Sokka. He has crazyeyes like whoa and can’t portray emotion if it was to save his life. “This is my happy look.” ”This is my angry look.” ”This is my sad look.” Yep. All the same. Just blowout-your-face-with-intense-glare look. Yeah. Not good at all.
The cartoon, at least, was compelling.
Anyway. Moving on. I have acne on the back of my head. This means I’m eating greasy food. This means I ate some Cheetos yesterday. It’s amazing how easily thrown off my body is when I even touch bad food anymore. It’s like… Jesus. Stop being so emo, body. It’s just some happyfoods.
Who am I kidding? It coulda been the ice cream, the eighteen ounce AMAZING BOMBSHIT AWESOME steak, the popcorn, the gratuitous amounts of soda, etc. I’m not exactly a pinnacle of good eating. But, I’m getting better.
I’ve been reading a fantastic writer by the name of Robin Hobb. She’s got this incredible ability to simply write a character’s story without making the plot seem obvious. The first-person narration is perfect to flawless; he’s interesting, he’s unique, dynamic, and of course very flawed. Other than building up super emo world-falling-apart settings at the beginning of her books, she’s perfect as a writer. Now, the messages she has about society, the world, and particularly the United States is not too tasty to the greater population, and the fact that she made her character a fat-fat-fatty will of course lose that whole Harry Potter/Twilight/Eragon daydreaming crowd, but it’s so compelling. Anyway. My love life with the words is coming back. I would like to read more literary quality work, but this is certainly a book I can get into.
I believe my youngest brother Lucas is a walking example of Don Quixote. My other brother probably wouldn’t agree, but he’s just a fuddyduddy (and he reads this, so I’m going to be nice and not call him an asshole). He’s also an asshole. Lucas even has the beard and moustachio to prove it. His dream is a possible one. Hahaha.
Finally! *drumroll* one scene left until I’m finished with the rough rough of P1. This means, all the scenes are there, and the major story (and then some) is mapped out as well as I possibly can. There’s some bits and pieces here and there, but it’s nearly entirely finished. As I had written in the previous entry, the last scene is a sex scene between Melody and Darion, and I’m not sure if I can wrap my mind around writing it.
It has to be seductive, vulnerable, and mindmelting. It’s going to require a different kind of inspiration to handle it, I think.
Weekends are finally free. Cardinal’s Game on the 17th. I should check up on the old high school friends Martithin, Tommy, and Phil. Dude’s getting married and I haven’t even congratulated him yet.