50 times thankful for the little things

Playin' up the class *flips sunglasses down*

I've put down the pen, paper, and keyboard and picked up the pencil, sketchbook, and camera, so to speak. By now you know that I'm always jumping back and fourth between words and pictures, and right now, I'm running on a whim that's composed of snapshots, cartoons, and art graphics. Fun stuff.

Alas, that means that I've little to tell you, and even less I want to write about.
Therefore, for your entertainment, I've decided to spend the remainder of this entry to write lists.

(in my eyes)

WHAT MAKES THE WORLD A BETTER PLACE:

The sun
Jesus Christ!
Quietness
Laughter (when the quietness gets old)
Washing machines
Lazy Saturdays
Paper hearts
The way rains smells
Birthdays
Ambient music
Humming birds
Mismatched anything socks
Singing in the shower
Eating outside
Bubble wrap
Gel pens
Calculators
Rhyming words
Notebook paper
Nighttime
Smiles
Words marching across the page
Flowers
Plaid
Clouds
Neon green
Hot water
Ice cubes
The tick-tock of clocks
The way the wind goes "whoosh"
Stringed instruments
Footprints
Grass
Starlight
Whispering
Sketchbooks
Slippers
Airplanes Aeroplanes
Modeling clay
Tree houses
Grasshoppers
Hobbits
Potatoes
Paper clips
Wrapping paper
Movies
Lampposts
(felt-tipped) Sharpie markers
Hershey kisses
The word "Gesundheit"

What's on your 50 times thankful list?

K-Minty

Given I complain about this far too much already...

Algebra.

Typical Thursday

I like the song Rainbow Veins. Sometimes the randomosity of it reminds me of how my own brain works.

A silver palace on a green hill
In ice and winter's wrath and chill
Gleamed in the eve of yester-year
Where those who fought fought for the dear
Above it is the mist of sky
In cloudy form of dreamer's eye
And flowers lay in shadow great
Of sunlight weakening and nighttime state

The silver castle on the mound 
And dancing figures all around 
Recall the time of victory gleam
That was a futile, hopeless dream

(Kismint Plinkadink)

So tell me, tell me, how are you? Have you bested dragons?  Defeated fears? What finds and treasures have been stumbled upon as of the year and month and week and time in question?

I've pray little to tell you about. Just me being a bumblebee with school and deadlines. Soon I'm to go and ride a horse or two unless it rains. Just'a typical Thursday. Y'know how it is.

And thus concludes entry 1/10/13.

God bless,
KaPlinkadink

For---*ahem*---those of you assassins.

Hi. 

I just thought a word or two of wisdom from Merlin was in order. 

Logical, as always.
*cough*sarcasm*cough*

Forgive me: School's in. 

Pictorial: Me explaining to you.

I have decided, out of the goodness and grace of my loving heart, to give you a beginning-of-the-year gift. And that would be my new link *points up above head* right there. Yeah, the one that says "Pictorial".

pic·to·ri·al

  [pik-tawr-ee-uh l, -tohr-ee-uh l]  Show IPA

adjective

1.

pertaining to, expressed in, or of the nature of a picture.

2.

illustrated by or containing pictures: a pictorial history.

3.

of or pertaining to the art of painting and drawing pictures, the pictures themselves, or their makers: the pictorial masterpieces of the Renaissance.

4.

having or suggesting the visual appeal or imagery of a picture: a pictorial metaphor.

noun

5.

a periodical in which pictures constitute an important feature.

6.

a magazine feature that is primarily photographic.

Well, to get straight to the point of things: I AM REALLY STINKIN' TIRED OF SHARING A VERY VERY FEW PICTURES ON THIS BLOG. (Seriously, why do I have to have a 1 gigabyte maximum space on my Picasa web album?? Curse you maximum space requirements!!)

And so I built a photography blog on Weebly.com.
But you already knew that.
What you didn't know was that every once in a while, me, myself and I get together on a lunch break and decide to be creative and have brainstorms and eat toast and drink hot chocolate. During these pleasant little reunions, me, myself and I occasionally happen to combine pictures and words together (what? No. Never. This is definitely not inspired by Pinterest. Nu-uh. No way.).
Well anyway, these three were feeling nice and generous, and decided that they wanted to share their work with you, that you may also, if desire, share it with others.

These little thing-a-ma-jiggies are just another sort of 'salad bug', but more picture-like than word like. They might have quotes from other people, or simply quotes from the three---me, myself and I. They might have my own original pictures, a solid color, or some other random object from the universe as a background. They might occasionally look like what some call "memes" and what others call "funny". They might be snippets of a book---written or otherwise. Or from a movie---acted on the stage of life or the cinema's.
In essence, they are a combination of things I see and things I hear.

And you friend, are allowed to do with them what you like.
www.kismint-pictorial.weebly.com

I hope you are pleased.

K-Minty Plinkadink

Haphazardly Implausible || Book Review

Well before I wish you all a happy future, I believe it to be time to (DUN DUN DUN) cue the lights and cut the curtain for a book review.

*enter picture here*

Haphazardly Implausible, people. Good book, great author (wait-a go Jack!!). And before reading anymore, you must bounce over to her blog and tell her how fantastic she is. NOW. 

Really, you should know that I'm no knowledgeable whiz kid when it come to books or literature. Especially not books about airships and Europe. I seriously fail when it comes to history/geography, and I've never chomped down on anything steam punk before. Needless to say, this book was a new genre for little ol' me. 

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The book begins with Scottish people in a Scottish place. This is rather lovely, as it gives me freedom to think of these characters with some sweet accents. From their it jumps between multiple peoples and places, all on their own conquests to find what they're looking for. 

Peter, Tony, Steed, Darcy, Kirk, Isidore, Jack, Singur, and the others. All lovely people with complex backgrounds and personalities to match. My favorite(s) had to be Darcy, with Peter close behind. Kirk and I became fast friends, I could almost empathize with Isidore and his struggles with Jack O'Malley, Steed and Tony were both gems, and Singur...well Singur left me wanting a bit more out of him, but I have faith that in the coming books he'll blossom into a very well-rounded fellow of fiction. 

After reading Haphazardly Implausible I'm very interested in reading Jack's collection of short stories: Kirk, Lisbeth's Choice, and Reveille, and so when I get a chance, I'll be getting my hands on those. 

I won't say much concerning the story, for fear that I will slip a few spoilers. 

---Ah! That's another shining moment of this book: the mystery. Seems like everyone has a secret---or if not secret, a past that's not to be spoken about. These little eye-catches feed you brain and keep you interested. When reading, I typically try to solve and resolve the plot twisters before the characters do. With HI, I was totally clueless (though I nearly caught Hogan's revelation before it had been...revelated), which is a pleasing thing. 

There are handfuls of pros, plot being the most prominent.

The cons are few, and I can only think of two:

1) A slight unbelievability. I know---I know, it's steam punk, it's fictional, etc. BUT when Singur decides to take a swim with a bag of explosives, it occurred to me that no matter how much of a genius he might be, this dude has no hope of not sinking to his drowning doom (especially as only a few minutes ago, he was about to pass out). 

2) There were scatters of little typos. I am no person to be in the position of accusing someone of typos (yes, we call all laugh hysterically and roll our eyes at this). And however many times you read a manuscript, you are never going to find each and every little error. Thus, (no worries Jack) we shan't shoot the author. 

Aside from these two points of the story, I really couldn't find anything else to turn my nose up at (yes, I know I'm picky ;). 

A lovely book with lots of potential. *cough*movie adaption*cough*

So read it, enjoy it, and be excited for the sequel(s)!

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And now I can wish you a successful future by saying "Happy New Year!"

K-Minty

*sigh* Yes. More Poems.

Because blogger is a bit of a pain, I'm very close to running out of storage space for any pictures on my blog. There. That explains the lack of photographs over the past posts. 

However, I thought it would be nice to combine some of my photography with three of my newest poems (yes, written for dear bloggy-friend Lauricia ;). My solution was to create a YouTube video out of them. 

So here 'zey are. 

Song: No One tells Me Anything || Windsor Airlift

0:00 - "Broken Trust"

1:29 - "Eyes of Ages"

2:59 - "Words Align"

Alas, the first one is really quite sad. :(

The second is a bit foreboding, but I mean it to have a pleasant conclusion. :)

And the last...well the last is me sympathizing with all my fellow writers. ;)

Despite the sadness of it, I really must say that I favor most the first one. It's a sort of apology. But it doesn't end there where the lines stop. Instead, the reader (that's you) gets to imagine that the speaker is forgiven. In the end, wrongs do come to right, and the sun shines out all the brighter. 

That's the thing when it comes to story telling. The story doesn't end. It just sort of continues behind the scenes. And that is why we can believe that every tale---great or small---does have a happy ending...eventually.

'Tis all.

God bless,

(a book review may or may not be coming soon)

K-Minty