love(first draft)

So eh. I'm using the character Mali from the short story I posted a few weeks ago and placing her in a different setting. This is the first bit of the story, but I want to post it to get feedback on how it looks so far. Feeling a bit iffy on the descriptive bits, but here it is, have at it. 


“So you’re still going to Blue Corporation?”
“Yep.”
She tightened the laces on her boots.
“Have you really thought about what you’re doing, though?”
“Nope. No clue.”
He shook his head at her sarcasm.
“There are better ways to get the polymer. Putting your life in danger isn’t nece-”
”But the monks need it.”
”We can get by without it. It‘s a privilege, not a necessity.”
Mali shook her head.
”I‘m going.”
”Do you ever think about anyone but yourself? How would the children feel if you were killed? How would I feel?”
“Sssshhh.”
“What?”
“Can you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“Just listen!”

Writing.

I'm gonna have at least three heart attacks by the time I finish this story. This short story. What happens when I write a not short story.

The Mullet God

There are times in my life where out of the blue comes powerful inspiration. A vision of pure wonder, something that gives me hope for this poor, wretched world. This is one of those inspirations. Behold, for your viewing pleasure. 

His mullet is sublime. Totally unexpected, like his shimmering green sequin shirt, but totally appreciated. I can barely convey how this makes me feel. Just...just watch the video yourself. I dare you not to be changed after it ends. 

In all seriousness, he has a great voice but dudewtf.

[music]-Does it offend you, yeah?- The Monkeys are(is???) coming

A double serving of coolshit. You see the beginning of the video, the members of the band all performing their specific duties at the local FAILCO(now serving paper copies of The Josef Hartman Show, three screaming orphans a page) which is funny in how boring the job looks, then the sudden segue into their performance at some strange place, which so happens to be awesome even though only a few old guys who had no idea what was going on saw it. But what they saw was legendary hair flailing. Never forget.

Oh, the songs really good. Very We Are Rockstars but it has enough character to not be a complete rehash. 'matter of fact I like this song better then Rockstars.

The art of combat in basketball.

Aaaaaand...pow! Fucking amazing.

Writing.

Makes me want to punch a hole in a wall. Then make sweet love to it.

Some guy who isn't me playing some Fight Night Champion(demoooooo). Apparently if you're a brit and preordered the game you get a code that allows you to get the demo early. As yo ucan see, this game looks quite good. Quite sexy in a nonsexual sense. Possibly the sexiest nonsexual thing I've ever seen that wasn't patapon-related. Everything looks so smooth, so fluid. The combinations just flow, punch to punch to punch, and when they land well, they look quite damaging. Only thing that seems out of place in the game are the punch sounds. Unless their gloves are actually cardboard boxes in disguise(which actually could be the case, cardboard boxes are sneaky little shits) the sound of a punch landing totally shouldn't sound like that. Or maybe it should and my ears have been lying to me all my life. The game looks really good, though.

This is the first draft of something I wrote off the top of my head. I'm trying to write with more feeling and less thought, as to make my writing a bit stronger. This needs a lot of work before it can actually become an acceptable piece, but this is my blog of doom and I can post whatever shit I want to. So, here it is.

The night was full of darkness and fear, something that made her feel welcome. She was used to the sights of swindlers courting their prey, gangsters jockeying for position amongst their ilk, the sense that at anytime, one could be taken advantage of, knocked out, later waking up naked, all possessions gone, or perhaps an even more sinister situation.

Ricardo Mayorga (at a news conference to promote his fight against Cotto):


 "I will prove to everyone on March 12 that I am the man, and you are the woman. That belt you are holding, polish it up for me, because I will be taking it on March 12. Your hands are like a woman's. Look at my hands – they are man's hands. ... You came to Nicaragua and talked smack and told everyone I was a nobody. On March 12, all the Puerto Ricans are going to be wearing black for your wake. You will pay for what you said. This is the first time I will fight someone that is as small as a kid. I think my pants are taller than you. I see fear in your eyes. We have never crossed paths, but I have to tell you I have never liked you as a fighter."


He said i think my pants are taller then you. my pants. taller then you. I don't think you realize the level of genius you're dealing with right now.

Over 1000 blog views yaaay

It only took three years to happen. AMAZING.

Legendary

I am awed by the greatness.

graah

Things that have died off should stay dead. You can't let nostalgia trick you into thinking you can rekindle that old magic. It was special for a reason. It was spontaneous, not a deliberate process. It grew without being prodded, became great without any overt effort. It was amazing. Amazing things end though. We're left with those memories, though. Don't disrespect them by thinking you can just make it happen again. Don't trivialize greatness.

Look at these guys getting punched in the face

Looks sweet, eh? Of course it does. Shut up.
I don't have anything insightful to say about it, other then it looks like it's not totally horrible and that I'll prolly be getting it day of if I can(Depending on how the demo plays). So this post was semi useless. Go away. 

Resolution

I plan to be as useless as I possibly can be. I've already cleared a space in my room for me to lay and fester in for the rest of my life, only rising to feed and use the bathroom. I think this will be a great experience.


also i want to finish a draft by the end of march. /ambition