Well, I'm back. I am now going to be using this blog not only for my latest work, but also what I deem to be nescessary on a (hopefully) day-to-day basis. Lord, or whoever is up there, knows I've been meaning to post more....Reviews, thoughts, fic/saga ideas, the list goes on.
So, if anyone is out there and actually cares about reading people people they don't know, or just has an interest in what I've written already, I'm going to start with the reviews, stories, and features I find to be the best.
Welcome to the blog I want to keep..
5 Recent thoughts: (New column; features my thoughts and feelings for the day, in a little sentence. Enjoy.)
5) The Tenth Doctor is one hell of a badass.
4) Transformers and HP Movie 5 for Movie Interest.
3) Starcraft 2, Bioshock, and Fallout 3 for Game Interest.
2) The ESRB and Jack Thompson continue to test my patience.
1) RIP....Chris Benoit....Although after what you did to your kids, you're going to Hell, no matter what that Bible ssays.
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
While we're on the topic....
The last thing I posted was a little scene from my series. I'll provide a little synopsis for it.
The Senais Saga:
At the beginning of the universe, four fledging races emerged to help the rest develop and make it thrive; these races encompassed the four qualities which make the individual being: Ingenunity, Willpower, Emotion, and Change. Together, they prodded the races which grew and became in their own way over eons; not gods, but casual observers who allowed for a race to survive as long as they were capable. They saw the worlds around them thrive, and things were in harmony.
The race of Change, the Senais, were a society of culture and oral tradition, which diversified over and over into many different factions which coexisted and did their part to study the worlds' creatures and their cultures. Suffice it to say that some Senais were more interested in their charges and became involved, as all beings do once they leave the womb, and left the home planet of Traila in live amongst and gain the experience of life with the lower races.
They were, like the other three, rather arrogant. They believed that they were better than the lower races. They believed their work was for the greater good. They believed there would never be any breach of the harmony. They were wrong.
It began, as all great wars do, with only one being. A Senais who had been sent to monitor a small, self-developing planet under the council's watchful eye for some time. The year on that planet was 1095, in the vast plain to the northeastern hemisphere of the planet. It's name was Earth.
The Senais Saga:
At the beginning of the universe, four fledging races emerged to help the rest develop and make it thrive; these races encompassed the four qualities which make the individual being: Ingenunity, Willpower, Emotion, and Change. Together, they prodded the races which grew and became in their own way over eons; not gods, but casual observers who allowed for a race to survive as long as they were capable. They saw the worlds around them thrive, and things were in harmony.
The race of Change, the Senais, were a society of culture and oral tradition, which diversified over and over into many different factions which coexisted and did their part to study the worlds' creatures and their cultures. Suffice it to say that some Senais were more interested in their charges and became involved, as all beings do once they leave the womb, and left the home planet of Traila in live amongst and gain the experience of life with the lower races.
They were, like the other three, rather arrogant. They believed that they were better than the lower races. They believed their work was for the greater good. They believed there would never be any breach of the harmony. They were wrong.
It began, as all great wars do, with only one being. A Senais who had been sent to monitor a small, self-developing planet under the council's watchful eye for some time. The year on that planet was 1095, in the vast plain to the northeastern hemisphere of the planet. It's name was Earth.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
The door is open. Why not stop in and read?
When it comes right down to it, people are not prepared to admit that they themselves are incapable of realizing their own bias. Even journalists, who have been trained in realizing and protecting their work from being bias, still falter at points. It is my personal and professional (as much as I can be, at least.) belief that if one can at least shelter....Let's say 60-64 percent of their bias for a single subject, they can effectively write about it.
"But wait!" You say. "What about those teachers and editors who just don't like the subject matter?" Well I say this; you can't take the literary fire, get out of my word processing program. For someone who doesn't know the subject matter, this is your chance to learn. Embrace it! Read a book, play a videogame, listen to some new music, but not sit on your fluffy green chair with armrests and claim that something sucks because you refused to give it the light of day. I have lost whole letter grades on the aspect of academics, from well-written papers to loosely-formalized articles. I know what it is like to be judged.
But I also know what it is like to judge. I am human; I am capable of bias such as everyone else. I personally don't like videogames of sports, fashion completely foreshadowing the personality of a person, and established religion breathing down my neck. One must learn to judge within the confines of their ability; know your hate, find its flaws, and emblish them. Chew out in moderation, and with respect for the work the people have done. One needs a healthy amount of respect for the things they despise...look back at any successful leader or military startegist, and you will see it as well.
"But wait!" You say. "What about those teachers and editors who just don't like the subject matter?" Well I say this; you can't take the literary fire, get out of my word processing program. For someone who doesn't know the subject matter, this is your chance to learn. Embrace it! Read a book, play a videogame, listen to some new music, but not sit on your fluffy green chair with armrests and claim that something sucks because you refused to give it the light of day. I have lost whole letter grades on the aspect of academics, from well-written papers to loosely-formalized articles. I know what it is like to be judged.
But I also know what it is like to judge. I am human; I am capable of bias such as everyone else. I personally don't like videogames of sports, fashion completely foreshadowing the personality of a person, and established religion breathing down my neck. One must learn to judge within the confines of their ability; know your hate, find its flaws, and emblish them. Chew out in moderation, and with respect for the work the people have done. One needs a healthy amount of respect for the things they despise...look back at any successful leader or military startegist, and you will see it as well.
Monday, February 26, 2007
When Sentances can be broken....
I feel that the best time that one should use a fragmented sentence is when one needs to use it for a quick and concise point. When it comes right down to it, I want to know what I am dealing with bluntly and quickly. I want to know my news, and I want to know it now.
Surely, using a sentence fragment is an idea for those who want to spice up their writing by using others to improve it. Perhaps a good amount of drama is needed to make it work out. I find the use of writing requires the ability to change up your ideas and to display them. I find that a fragment can sum up all these ideas into a small piece of language which someone can read, be shocked about or interested in, and move on. Long-winded sentences are annoying, and give little context to the story.
Overall, I find that a sentence fragment can only and should only be used in that instance. It is the way of the writer to consisely write what they can.
Surely, using a sentence fragment is an idea for those who want to spice up their writing by using others to improve it. Perhaps a good amount of drama is needed to make it work out. I find the use of writing requires the ability to change up your ideas and to display them. I find that a fragment can sum up all these ideas into a small piece of language which someone can read, be shocked about or interested in, and move on. Long-winded sentences are annoying, and give little context to the story.
Overall, I find that a sentence fragment can only and should only be used in that instance. It is the way of the writer to consisely write what they can.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
His view on Loading Times.
Loading times on websites tend to annoy me, especially when I have absolutely nothing else to do with my time except stare at the screen and wait for 10-15 minutes while nothing happens. It is at this point that I realize that either the connection blew out, the website is down, or the Internet just sucks at times, and I have to deal with it.
Perhaps it is more the fact that I find the Internet so appealing that it is almost unbearable for it to be so slow, and I do not wish it or anything involved with it to be seen in a bad light. I am very happy with the computer I write these blogs on, and I am happy it is here to do what is necessary to maintain control of my own ability to surf the net.
When it comes right down to it, loading times are a irritation that will always be there, but it cannot be overcome. As long as satellites that can be blocked, phone wires that can be interrupted, and live wire can be damaged, there will always be slowdown. It is there. We have to accept it. Just as brick walls need plaster, and discs need blue ray in order to work, one cannot be without the other.
If it is anyone's fault, it's in the loader. They would need a better stronger computer or a unstable connection, perhaps. They need to look at the problems their computer can face before they start griping about the internet. It's here to serve us. How quickly or slowly it does is based on the consumer.
Perhaps it is more the fact that I find the Internet so appealing that it is almost unbearable for it to be so slow, and I do not wish it or anything involved with it to be seen in a bad light. I am very happy with the computer I write these blogs on, and I am happy it is here to do what is necessary to maintain control of my own ability to surf the net.
When it comes right down to it, loading times are a irritation that will always be there, but it cannot be overcome. As long as satellites that can be blocked, phone wires that can be interrupted, and live wire can be damaged, there will always be slowdown. It is there. We have to accept it. Just as brick walls need plaster, and discs need blue ray in order to work, one cannot be without the other.
If it is anyone's fault, it's in the loader. They would need a better stronger computer or a unstable connection, perhaps. They need to look at the problems their computer can face before they start griping about the internet. It's here to serve us. How quickly or slowly it does is based on the consumer.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Here we go again.. (No Adjectives/Adverbs)
Matt stopped to rest. His body was heavy and dripping with sweat as he viewed the gates of stone and mortar. Trekking through monster-infested terrority alone for days with no food or sleep could get to a man, and Matt hurdled the fury into defined, developed rage. The man's eye twitched at the observers, who stared at his appearence. He was covered in dirt and dried blood.
He needed to remember to wash himself before entering populated areas.
Matt walked through swinging doors, and looked around the bar; it was a powder keg, but he had seen his share of fights. He walked through drunks and dancing mercs to the bar. He sat on the stool, spinning himself in the padded seat before facing the alcohol.
"Wiskey, and skimp on the water, would you?" He uttered, slumping over the bar. His breathing slowed and relaxed. Matt reveled in the placidity, which was pleasuring with drinks at the ready. Hand reaching out, he grabbed the speeding mug and placed it to the rim to his mouth. The drought slowly funneled down the glass to the top of his tongue; he savored the fermented grain sloshing in his throat before he commanded it with a satisifying gulp.
It was a good day.
He needed to remember to wash himself before entering populated areas.
Matt walked through swinging doors, and looked around the bar; it was a powder keg, but he had seen his share of fights. He walked through drunks and dancing mercs to the bar. He sat on the stool, spinning himself in the padded seat before facing the alcohol.
"Wiskey, and skimp on the water, would you?" He uttered, slumping over the bar. His breathing slowed and relaxed. Matt reveled in the placidity, which was pleasuring with drinks at the ready. Hand reaching out, he grabbed the speeding mug and placed it to the rim to his mouth. The drought slowly funneled down the glass to the top of his tongue; he savored the fermented grain sloshing in his throat before he commanded it with a satisifying gulp.
It was a good day.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Why words seem to be abused and misused.
I think words are misused for three different, but specific reasons: people write the way they speak, the meaning of the word in question is hard to identify, or they were never taught the correct meaning.
When I read the work of other authors, there is a tendency to use a word which makes sense in a conversation, but not in formal writing, such as "player" or "kinda." These words, although completely understandable in normal speech, are used strangely in writing because they are used in the same manner in the way someone speaks. Although I don't find it to be a problem in casual writing, It is definitely a insult to professional, developed writers to make such mistakes regularly.
There are several words in the English language that I have found to have either an issue with understanding a word, or that two words have different but similar meanings. The words "effect" and "affect" are perfect examples, since the average student can use the former word in a sentence such as, "His body suffered from the effect." Although this makes sense, a singular term requires the sentence to read, "His body suffered from the affect." Someone who does not know that would make mistakes such as this, which leads to my next point.
There are even students who did not even learn all the aspect of the written form. The teachers of High School and Middle School may have only taught the basics of the witten language and not the specific rules because there was no need, or it was unimportant to teach such a small lesson, or any number of factors. I know this fact from personal experience.
When I read the work of other authors, there is a tendency to use a word which makes sense in a conversation, but not in formal writing, such as "player" or "kinda." These words, although completely understandable in normal speech, are used strangely in writing because they are used in the same manner in the way someone speaks. Although I don't find it to be a problem in casual writing, It is definitely a insult to professional, developed writers to make such mistakes regularly.
There are several words in the English language that I have found to have either an issue with understanding a word, or that two words have different but similar meanings. The words "effect" and "affect" are perfect examples, since the average student can use the former word in a sentence such as, "His body suffered from the effect." Although this makes sense, a singular term requires the sentence to read, "His body suffered from the affect." Someone who does not know that would make mistakes such as this, which leads to my next point.
There are even students who did not even learn all the aspect of the written form. The teachers of High School and Middle School may have only taught the basics of the witten language and not the specific rules because there was no need, or it was unimportant to teach such a small lesson, or any number of factors. I know this fact from personal experience.
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