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.