Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Monday, November 12, 2012
Countdowningness
Hello.
Today I told someone that the Hobbit would come out in theaters in 31 days.
I did not lie.
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Oatmeal, Chocolate Chips, and Merlin
You should all know that I hate cooking. So on Friday, I decided to cook.
That is, bake cookies because it's November and everyone thinks that November means cookies. To be precises, they were oatmeal chocolate chip, but does preciseness really matter? Yes. Preciseness does, in fact matter when it comes to baking. Because of this tiny factor, I only just about botched the entire batch half a dozen times. In the end, they came outunder cooked and I was happy enough with my cookies. However, let it be known to all that the best part about cooking is making the messes.
I do not mind cleaning up messes. That duty has been more or less my life. Therefore: I am a mess cleaner-upper. So when I end up spilling all the oatmeal on the floor and flinging the batter across the counter because the blender went kaput, ye be warned, instead of sighing angrily at the generally terrible state of things, I will probably just crack up, clap my hands, and shout "LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!"
Messes are the only reason why cooking can be fun.
Somehow I feel as if later in life it would be a good idea to make sure that my future husband realizes that I often have the urge to blow things up in the microwave. Or that I seriously do want to pop popcorn in a pot without the lid.
Anyway, I present the evidence.
I empathize.
(not with the flea mention at the end, mind you, but with the whole cooking thing)
That is, bake cookies because it's November and everyone thinks that November means cookies. To be precises, they were oatmeal chocolate chip, but does preciseness really matter? Yes. Preciseness does, in fact matter when it comes to baking. Because of this tiny factor, I only just about botched the entire batch half a dozen times. In the end, they came out
I do not mind cleaning up messes. That duty has been more or less my life. Therefore: I am a mess cleaner-upper. So when I end up spilling all the oatmeal on the floor and flinging the batter across the counter because the blender went kaput, ye be warned, instead of sighing angrily at the generally terrible state of things, I will probably just crack up, clap my hands, and shout "LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!"
Messes are the only reason why cooking can be fun.
Somehow I feel as if later in life it would be a good idea to make sure that my future husband realizes that I often have the urge to blow things up in the microwave. Or that I seriously do want to pop popcorn in a pot without the lid.
Anyway, I present the evidence.
(before the fiery furnace oven)
(after the vacation to the Sahara oven)
To be perfectly candid, these things ended up looking a little better than they tasted (or so I thought), but in the end, we all must remember the blessed proverb:
"Cookies are good. Eat them and be happy."Finally, I'd like to take this moment and share with you, one of the most phenomenal clips of one of the most phenomenal TV shows that I happen to absolutely adore.
I empathize.
(not with the flea mention at the end, mind you, but with the whole cooking thing)
'Till another time
At another place
Kismint
Saturday, November 10, 2012
When To NOT Talk About Life Insurance
At this point in my life, I'd like you to read an interview that I'm going to do with one of my NaNoWriMo (that's National Novel Writer's Month to those of you who are in the dark) characters who has yet to appear in my story. If you haven't already realized, today is November the tenth. This means that, to be on my self established word goal of 30,000, I should have 10,000 words by 11:59 PM tonight. But leaving that factor and going to the next, I want you to realize that my story is on its third chapter (okay, the first is more of a prelude, but just give it to me, 'k?) and my main character is still in the process of meeting his soon-to-be-fellow-protagonists. Today it was brought to my attention---by secret sources *ahem*dad*cough*---that I need a character sacrifice.
That is, someone (one of the protagonists) to die for a (questionably) good reason.
Unfortunately, this must happen soon in the plot development and it just so happens that I have a rather small cast of protags and none of them that I can kill off. This is due to the fact that I need a dose of character development to take you readers for a spin in the chapters ahead.
Oddly enough, I've never been faced with a problem like this before. Each time that I've had one of my story dudes suffer a death it's been by my own choice---usually because they don't have anything better to do. However, in the current case, I'm actually having to deliberately make (what I'm calling in honor of Dr. Who) a Rory Character. Only in this character's unfortunate case, he WON'T be coming back to life.
*reconsideration*...I guess he's not really a Rory Character then...
Anyway, I need someone who my readers will begin to think shows promise of becoming someone awesome by the end of the book. AND THEN IS CUT SHORT IN HIS PRIME BY A DEATH OF HORRIBLENESS. Thus, breaking the reader down, exposing them to shock, despair, and fear for the remaining dudes, causing them to blubber in tears over their Lucky Charms.
And that is why, my friends, I write now. Because, if I'm not mistaken, the character in question is due to show up right about...now.
___
Hello nameless Rory Character who will be dying presently, how are you at the moment?
Huh, me? Oh...I guess I'm doing all right. Considering the circumstances about---well, y'know.
Your death?
*cowers a bit* Umm, yeah. That.
Oh it's fine, I'll try my best to keep it painless as possible on your part.
I appreciate that. *nods sincerely*
No prob. Anyway, I'm sure our readers are wondering: Are you a guy or a girl?
A guy. The author---err, eh, that would be you wouldn't it?---figures this is the best way to go.
What about your name? (I gotta go through the basics here)
...Well...I actually don't kn---
*explodes in spastic episodes of glee* AIYEEEEEE! I'VE GOT IT, I'VE GOT IT, I'VE GOT IT!!
*looks hopeful* A way to bring me back to life?
NO---YOUR NAME!
*frowns* Oh. What is it? Do tell.
YOUR NAME IS RORY!
*mutters and looks a bit disappointed* no duh.
Excuuuuuse me?
Nothing. What's my next question?
Do you eat ranch?
Nope. Allergic.
To ranch??
Yup.
What kind of personality would you describe yourself with?
*pauses to think and mumbles:* Isn't this your job?
Shush and just answer the question.
I guess I'm kind of...shy. Maybe. Or more like indecisive. *puts hands on sides of head* Ahg! I don't know!
*writes notes* Hmm...indecisive...that's helpful.
*moans* Glad to hear it.
What about family? Do you have any family?
A wife. We've only been married for two years.
Oh well congrats!
Thanks!
What about animals? Do you like animals?
Funny you should ask about that. It just so happens that I'm working as an assistant to one of the world's most knowledgeable zoologists.
Really? Do you work at the Lab that's on the top of Humphreys Peak?
Oh yes. Have you been there?
Actually, it won't exist for the next two hundred years, but I've heard a lot about it. What do you do at work?
Just the usual: Help Dr. Smite with animal tissue samples, check research and feed the few animals we have at the establishment.
*look of worry* But it's not like one of those creepy science lab where they mutate and cause harm to the animals, right?
Oh not at all. It's perfectly humane. I even take some of the animals home with me after work---their practically family pets.
So your wife, she likes animals too?
Definitely.
*keeps taking notes* Also good to know...I wonder if her name should be Amy...
You ask something?
Wha?
What?
Nothing. I have one last inquiry before we break up this brief talk.
And that is?
How perfected are your survival skills?
Like, outdoors and such?
Yeah.
Well I'd say I could survive for a little while. I'm not the smartest person on the subject, but I know the basics. Out of mere curiosity, why do you ask?
Oh, well, I'm just wondering. Just in case you might---ah---need them by chance. You know, later on.
*gives sideways look* I'm dying in the wilderness?
*sits up straighter and puts on innocent look, speaking quickly* I didn't say that.
Right. Well if you excuse me, this whole conversation is making me rather uncomfortable. *gets up out of cushy chair and walks away*
*stares at ticking clock in awkward (and lonely) silence* Well that when nicely. I don't feel guilty at all. Nope. Not one bit. *gets up and walks away in opposite direction*
___
Okay, well if you were wanting to know, it is awkward trying to interview someone who you both know is going to end up dying by your hand.
But that's not the point.
The point is for you to enjoy this post because it gives your nosey little nose a sneak peak at what is to come.
Also, in that case that you might have had a brainwave, I was wondering if you have any better name ideas than just "Rory". I like that name but extra suggestions are very welcome! =)
And that closes our post of November 10, 2012. Thank you for reading!
Kismint
That is, someone (one of the protagonists) to die for a (questionably) good reason.
Unfortunately, this must happen soon in the plot development and it just so happens that I have a rather small cast of protags and none of them that I can kill off. This is due to the fact that I need a dose of character development to take you readers for a spin in the chapters ahead.
Oddly enough, I've never been faced with a problem like this before. Each time that I've had one of my story dudes suffer a death it's been by my own choice---usually because they don't have anything better to do. However, in the current case, I'm actually having to deliberately make (what I'm calling in honor of Dr. Who) a Rory Character. Only in this character's unfortunate case, he WON'T be coming back to life.
*reconsideration*...I guess he's not really a Rory Character then...
Anyway, I need someone who my readers will begin to think shows promise of becoming someone awesome by the end of the book. AND THEN IS CUT SHORT IN HIS PRIME BY A DEATH OF HORRIBLENESS. Thus, breaking the reader down, exposing them to shock, despair, and fear for the remaining dudes, causing them to blubber in tears over their Lucky Charms.
And that is why, my friends, I write now. Because, if I'm not mistaken, the character in question is due to show up right about...now.
___
Hello nameless Rory Character who will be dying presently, how are you at the moment?
Huh, me? Oh...I guess I'm doing all right. Considering the circumstances about---well, y'know.
Your death?
*cowers a bit* Umm, yeah. That.
Oh it's fine, I'll try my best to keep it painless as possible on your part.
I appreciate that. *nods sincerely*
No prob. Anyway, I'm sure our readers are wondering: Are you a guy or a girl?
A guy. The author---err, eh, that would be you wouldn't it?---figures this is the best way to go.
What about your name? (I gotta go through the basics here)
...Well...I actually don't kn---
*explodes in spastic episodes of glee* AIYEEEEEE! I'VE GOT IT, I'VE GOT IT, I'VE GOT IT!!
*looks hopeful* A way to bring me back to life?
NO---YOUR NAME!
*frowns* Oh. What is it? Do tell.
YOUR NAME IS RORY!
*mutters and looks a bit disappointed* no duh.
Excuuuuuse me?
Nothing. What's my next question?
Do you eat ranch?
Nope. Allergic.
To ranch??
Yup.
What kind of personality would you describe yourself with?
*pauses to think and mumbles:* Isn't this your job?
Shush and just answer the question.
I guess I'm kind of...shy. Maybe. Or more like indecisive. *puts hands on sides of head* Ahg! I don't know!
*writes notes* Hmm...indecisive...that's helpful.
*moans* Glad to hear it.
What about family? Do you have any family?
A wife. We've only been married for two years.
Oh well congrats!
Thanks!
What about animals? Do you like animals?
Funny you should ask about that. It just so happens that I'm working as an assistant to one of the world's most knowledgeable zoologists.
Really? Do you work at the Lab that's on the top of Humphreys Peak?
Oh yes. Have you been there?
Actually, it won't exist for the next two hundred years, but I've heard a lot about it. What do you do at work?
Just the usual: Help Dr. Smite with animal tissue samples, check research and feed the few animals we have at the establishment.
*look of worry* But it's not like one of those creepy science lab where they mutate and cause harm to the animals, right?
Oh not at all. It's perfectly humane. I even take some of the animals home with me after work---their practically family pets.
So your wife, she likes animals too?
Definitely.
*keeps taking notes* Also good to know...I wonder if her name should be Amy...
You ask something?
Wha?
What?
Nothing. I have one last inquiry before we break up this brief talk.
And that is?
How perfected are your survival skills?
Like, outdoors and such?
Yeah.
Well I'd say I could survive for a little while. I'm not the smartest person on the subject, but I know the basics. Out of mere curiosity, why do you ask?
Oh, well, I'm just wondering. Just in case you might---ah---need them by chance. You know, later on.
*gives sideways look* I'm dying in the wilderness?
*sits up straighter and puts on innocent look, speaking quickly* I didn't say that.
Right. Well if you excuse me, this whole conversation is making me rather uncomfortable. *gets up out of cushy chair and walks away*
*stares at ticking clock in awkward (and lonely) silence* Well that when nicely. I don't feel guilty at all. Nope. Not one bit. *gets up and walks away in opposite direction*
___
Okay, well if you were wanting to know, it is awkward trying to interview someone who you both know is going to end up dying by your hand.
But that's not the point.
The point is for you to enjoy this post because it gives your nosey little nose a sneak peak at what is to come.
Also, in that case that you might have had a brainwave, I was wondering if you have any better name ideas than just "Rory". I like that name but extra suggestions are very welcome! =)
And that closes our post of November 10, 2012. Thank you for reading!
Kismint
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Fresh Breath of Leaves
I feel a newness in the trees, in the earth, even in the sky itself
My nose is tickled with the cinnamon scent that goes spelunking in the neighborhood
Some things are simply meant to be taken in
Others are meant to be given
The autumn is giving me a greeting card
And the question is whether I will treasure it or not
My nose is tickled with the cinnamon scent that goes spelunking in the neighborhood
Some things are simply meant to be taken in
Others are meant to be given
The autumn is giving me a greeting card
And the question is whether I will treasure it or not
K-Minty
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
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