I went clothes shopping the other day at the Ann Arundel and Annapolis malls. We saw Stardust in the Ann Arundel mall theatre, Egyptian Muvico. That theatre was very nice and I bought one outfit (a shirt and some pants). It was all rather a waste, haha. The fall season isn't very good. The shops I wanted to go to changed their stock and what I wanted was no longer there. By the time I got to Annapolis, the mall I wanted to go to, I was too tired and not-caring to attempt to really search for clothing. Instead we visited some lizards and snakes at the pet shop. I bought the first volume of Showcase Presents: House of Mystery, which I have been reading constantly. It is good. The stories are a little campy at times, but for the most part, they do their part. They had pretty good writers for the series. And Cain, well... Cain has a very interesting wardrobe. I love his pajamas. Polka-doted, which all I can think of as being green and pink. Respectably spooky colours to not come polka-doted. He rather likes the word groovy, which I find inexorably strange. Along with that, he likes alliteration and cheesy lines like 'I had a bone to pick with him... his wishbone' or something like that. Oh and puns, terrible puns. He's not a very spooky man but more so very strange and almost sad. Every so often he has something bad happen to him (rather than the people in his stories) or he will actually be apart of the story, a bystander or an interference in some cases. I love Gregory (which is the same Gregory in Sandman). There is a promo for House of Secrets and I love how he basically sits there all day staring at the house with binoculars and angrily muttering how much he hates his brother. I wish that they will, at some point, make reprints of House of Secrets.
I also spent the night at Kiwii's house. Which was fun.
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For those of you who do not know, I have restarted Never Wonder Nights and its brothers. I've been trying to finish this Cain story but I keep getting distracted by the internet. A blog about paleo-future and a photo of a snake dragging a wallaby or kangaroo away (I was never good at which is which).
So I've found some of my scraps of ideas. I'll take a scrap, write something neat down and it'll disappear. I found one I wrote during X-mas Eve dinner about Crowley and him having to show some idiot young demon around the ways of Earth (reluctantly of course). A couple of fortune cookie fortunes I like, my most favourite being: Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so shall you become. Things like that.
I really like the Dream fortune. I want to add it, perhaps as the first page, to what I've dubbed Theatre Magic, for lack of a good title. Some of you remember about it. It's about this terribly hectic author who cannot do anything. He's tried to interview a lot of people and end up late to the meeting or never got anywhere after the interview, etc. His very annoyed bitchy friend, who is an actor, gives him a chance to interview her and her players for a new play. They've been asked by a lot of others, but she's being nice for once and giving him a chance. He embarks on a dream through the theatre and ends up in a strange fairy-like world with tales and very tricky people. The first he meets are Tragedy and Comedy, the goddesses of theatre. They're naked, except for their unmoving masks, and neither of them can be trusted because they both tell the truth and lies. At the end his friend wakes him up, wondering why he's so early to the theatre (because he didn't want to be late and therefore slept in his car in the parking lot) and he blows off the interview because he has this brilliant idea. I don't know how long the story is. There's a lot of stories within his dream, which may or may not only be a dream (you can never tell). I don't know how many stories but I do, at least, know the beginning (which has changed since I last started to talk about it) and the ending (which didn't really change). I know it takes form of a comic. Which is sort of hard being that I don't have an inker, colourist or sketcher.
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Wednesday 15 August 2007
Idiots' Books
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A little while ago, I wandered into my local used bookseller. I get all my signed editions of Neil Gaiman from him. (And we all know that's very important.)
For a very long time, a month I think, I have noticed Idiots' Books painted on the window. Finally, after several travels to random states, I entered and asked what this sign was about. He told me that the Idiots' Books were a local budding book publisher. An illustrator and writer joined together and began producing books, monthly. Matthew Swanson and Robbi Behr produce their books by themselves, so you get very interesting results. The book I own is Ten Thousand Stories. I like it a lot.
If those of you are interested for these books for your kids, well... they're not quite for that. They're not like Pan's Labyrinth, but they're closer to Stardust. A strange comparison. So much that it MAY be enjoyable for children, it isn't what these books seem to be for. Especially very young children. I could have enjoyed them amusedly (but not quite understandably) when I was ten. Of course I had a weird childhood, see post below. I would suggest getting some of these. I rather liked Ten Thousand Stories. The art was very intriguing and marvellous. Brilliant.
I, when I remember, read Idiot's Box. This is Robbi's blog. Nice and funny woman. I'd suggest reading it.
I find this most strange, I'm used to a small tiny town with no one quite famous (perhaps our resident writer, Peter Heck, which I am embarrassed to say I have never read his books), but I could, when walking into the Book Plate (the used and signed bookseller), run into Robbi or Matthew. A lot of times the authors of books I read are unreachable (a fair few are dead) and this is mildly disconcerting but makes going into town a little more exhilarating. I do not know what I would want to say to them. Hmmm...
I was always a very bad journalist.
A little while ago, I wandered into my local used bookseller. I get all my signed editions of Neil Gaiman from him. (And we all know that's very important.)
For a very long time, a month I think, I have noticed Idiots' Books painted on the window. Finally, after several travels to random states, I entered and asked what this sign was about. He told me that the Idiots' Books were a local budding book publisher. An illustrator and writer joined together and began producing books, monthly. Matthew Swanson and Robbi Behr produce their books by themselves, so you get very interesting results. The book I own is Ten Thousand Stories. I like it a lot.
If those of you are interested for these books for your kids, well... they're not quite for that. They're not like Pan's Labyrinth, but they're closer to Stardust. A strange comparison. So much that it MAY be enjoyable for children, it isn't what these books seem to be for. Especially very young children. I could have enjoyed them amusedly (but not quite understandably) when I was ten. Of course I had a weird childhood, see post below. I would suggest getting some of these. I rather liked Ten Thousand Stories. The art was very intriguing and marvellous. Brilliant.
I, when I remember, read Idiot's Box. This is Robbi's blog. Nice and funny woman. I'd suggest reading it.
I find this most strange, I'm used to a small tiny town with no one quite famous (perhaps our resident writer, Peter Heck, which I am embarrassed to say I have never read his books), but I could, when walking into the Book Plate (the used and signed bookseller), run into Robbi or Matthew. A lot of times the authors of books I read are unreachable (a fair few are dead) and this is mildly disconcerting but makes going into town a little more exhilarating. I do not know what I would want to say to them. Hmmm...
I was always a very bad journalist.
Is it harder or easier than what it seems?
THE MAN OF THE WEEK IS HERBERT GEORGE WELLS.
(I think I can see why he uses abbreviations for his name)
"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft."
"There comes a moment in the day, when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon and having nothing further to do. Then comes the hour when you are bored; that's the time for sex."
"If you are in difficulties with a book, try the element of surprise: attack it at an hour when it isn't esxpecting it."
The middle quote? It just... WHAT? That's my only reaction. I don't know what to say to it. It's just WEIRD.
He was my favourite author as a kid. Besides Doctor Who, some of the earlier movies I remember was the '77 version of Island of Dr Moreau and '78 version of Time Machine (I often times confuse Time Machine with my favourite episodes of DW - Keeper of Traken, Logopolis and Castrovalva (The first scene that comes to mind when I heard Doctor Who was the picture of the Master killing a guy and slipping into his clock-shaped TARDIS, which was apart of Keeper of Traken.) I remember how AWESOME and cool Island of Dr Moreau was. I saw it in Maine. I think it would be my first B&W film.
- I originally put it as 78's version of Time Machine, however I was WRONG. I meant the 60's version, HAHAHA. (I want to see the BBC 40's TV version).
- I ALSO originally put it as the 77's version of Island of Doctor Moreau. Umm... I was was 50 YEARS off. Mine was B&W, 77's was colour. YEA. I watched old movies as a child, WHAT THE HELL. And YOU'RE wondering why I never know about some newer hip cool rad... groovy movie. Anything past the 70s is like... rare game. I watched Doctor Who and Monty Python's flying Circus, so that's 60s to '81 (never saw Davison) and '69 up to something. Red Dwarf was '88, so at least I had something from the 80s. Jurassic Park and The Mummy were my favourite new movies (they're classics in our family, GOD I LOVE THEM). I listened to '40s and classical (via grandmother). I DANCED to classical music (it was interpretive dance and VERY embarrassing, they were records, I should go find out what song it was that was my favourite ever, the records should be somewhere).
I didn't realise that he came into the '40s (of 1900s). I always though closer to Mary Shelley, >.>
"While there is a chance of the world getting through its troubles, I hold that a reasonable man has to behave as though he were sure of it. If at the end your cheerfulness in not justified, at any rate you will have been cheerful."
This is pretty much my default LAW of life. Either I have never seen this quote before and nonetheless adhered to it OR I did once and have forgotten. While I'm not exactly CHEERFUL, more so optimistic in my cynical and sarcastic way, at least I've always been sure everything would end up optimistically.
I love this man so much. I like his quotes a lot. I want to ask Everdell, Robinson, Kaylor or Woodworth if they got History of Ideas from him. He once said 'Human history in essence is the history of ideas.' and I THINK that might be how they got the title of their class. If not, DAMN. I really hope so though.
...
Kiwii and I were talking about time machines. She joked that hers was heading towards 16th century China (which 16th century, I don't know... there's many after all and even more so if you stray from the typical Gregorian calender). I told her that I'd rather head to England, March 1817. Why and when? Not entirely sure. As I'd figure, getting in that range itself would be pretty difficult. A lot of close steering and sharp edges. Let alone the whole 'where the hell IS it anyways?' problem aside. I mean 1817 in the Gregorian calender, I think. It's the March that sets it as a calender, purely 1817 is VERY tricky decide WHICH year and, overall, WHAT 1817 MEANS (time, day, year, month, decade, century, second, minute, placement, galaxy, degree, house number, station number, level number, number of unknown measures... all in the matter of... generalisational terms of course, this is just ENGLISH, American 1990-2007 English at that). Every so often, if you catch me off guard, I'll name a weird date. In this case I thought it was Wednesday March 1817. I thought of England. I figure something interesting is there. If not, it was me being random and I wasted some energy and the thought processes of me and my time machine.
If you're wondering, I do INDEED think this way. Which explains a lot, especially when I look at you quizzically, say something random and walk away (sometimes I JUST walk away).
(I think I can see why he uses abbreviations for his name)
"No passion in the world is equal to the passion to alter someone else's draft."
"There comes a moment in the day, when you have written your pages in the morning, attended to your correspondence in the afternoon and having nothing further to do. Then comes the hour when you are bored; that's the time for sex."
"If you are in difficulties with a book, try the element of surprise: attack it at an hour when it isn't esxpecting it."
The middle quote? It just... WHAT? That's my only reaction. I don't know what to say to it. It's just WEIRD.
He was my favourite author as a kid. Besides Doctor Who, some of the earlier movies I remember was the '77 version of Island of Dr Moreau and '78 version of Time Machine (I often times confuse Time Machine with my favourite episodes of DW - Keeper of Traken, Logopolis and Castrovalva (The first scene that comes to mind when I heard Doctor Who was the picture of the Master killing a guy and slipping into his clock-shaped TARDIS, which was apart of Keeper of Traken.) I remember how AWESOME and cool Island of Dr Moreau was. I saw it in Maine. I think it would be my first B&W film.
- I originally put it as 78's version of Time Machine, however I was WRONG. I meant the 60's version, HAHAHA. (I want to see the BBC 40's TV version).
- I ALSO originally put it as the 77's version of Island of Doctor Moreau. Umm... I was was 50 YEARS off. Mine was B&W, 77's was colour. YEA. I watched old movies as a child, WHAT THE HELL. And YOU'RE wondering why I never know about some newer hip cool rad... groovy movie. Anything past the 70s is like... rare game. I watched Doctor Who and Monty Python's flying Circus, so that's 60s to '81 (never saw Davison) and '69 up to something. Red Dwarf was '88, so at least I had something from the 80s. Jurassic Park and The Mummy were my favourite new movies (they're classics in our family, GOD I LOVE THEM). I listened to '40s and classical (via grandmother). I DANCED to classical music (it was interpretive dance and VERY embarrassing, they were records, I should go find out what song it was that was my favourite ever, the records should be somewhere).
I didn't realise that he came into the '40s (of 1900s). I always though closer to Mary Shelley, >.>
"While there is a chance of the world getting through its troubles, I hold that a reasonable man has to behave as though he were sure of it. If at the end your cheerfulness in not justified, at any rate you will have been cheerful."
This is pretty much my default LAW of life. Either I have never seen this quote before and nonetheless adhered to it OR I did once and have forgotten. While I'm not exactly CHEERFUL, more so optimistic in my cynical and sarcastic way, at least I've always been sure everything would end up optimistically.
I love this man so much. I like his quotes a lot. I want to ask Everdell, Robinson, Kaylor or Woodworth if they got History of Ideas from him. He once said 'Human history in essence is the history of ideas.' and I THINK that might be how they got the title of their class. If not, DAMN. I really hope so though.
...
Kiwii and I were talking about time machines. She joked that hers was heading towards 16th century China (which 16th century, I don't know... there's many after all and even more so if you stray from the typical Gregorian calender). I told her that I'd rather head to England, March 1817. Why and when? Not entirely sure. As I'd figure, getting in that range itself would be pretty difficult. A lot of close steering and sharp edges. Let alone the whole 'where the hell IS it anyways?' problem aside. I mean 1817 in the Gregorian calender, I think. It's the March that sets it as a calender, purely 1817 is VERY tricky decide WHICH year and, overall, WHAT 1817 MEANS (time, day, year, month, decade, century, second, minute, placement, galaxy, degree, house number, station number, level number, number of unknown measures... all in the matter of... generalisational terms of course, this is just ENGLISH, American 1990-2007 English at that). Every so often, if you catch me off guard, I'll name a weird date. In this case I thought it was Wednesday March 1817. I thought of England. I figure something interesting is there. If not, it was me being random and I wasted some energy and the thought processes of me and my time machine.
If you're wondering, I do INDEED think this way. Which explains a lot, especially when I look at you quizzically, say something random and walk away (sometimes I JUST walk away).
Tuesday 14 August 2007
Unhiatus
I am OFF hiatus and GASP, I bring things.
In this section, I should be posting something some time later, in Never Wonder Nights, some stories quite soon, and in Masterpiece Theatre, there are some reviews to be done and some movies (Stardust) to be reviewed. So hang tight, things should be coming up.
I proper normal post of 'this is my life' should appear later.
In this section, I should be posting something some time later, in Never Wonder Nights, some stories quite soon, and in Masterpiece Theatre, there are some reviews to be done and some movies (Stardust) to be reviewed. So hang tight, things should be coming up.
I proper normal post of 'this is my life' should appear later.
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