Mel had lived in Beth Anthony Park for her first few years practicing as a Guardian. She couldn't help but view it as an occupation or field instead of a vision of destiny or being-hood as some did.
Still, Beth Anthony was a quiet and peaceful town compared to living in CrossX. Trading in down time for endless action, innovation, and dynamism was fun for a while but could eventually wear on even the strongest person. CrossX had a system of different time periods in each township in its consortium. To Mel it was like a museum experiment, but to the people there it was a way to live in the past or travel to the future. As if things weren't weird enough as it was.
It was going to be a long companionship living with an obsessive literary writer who himself resembeld a pencil. Mel really had no room for his stiff vision of 'creativity.' It was almost becoming a cruel joke to be tied to another anal retentive individual, except this one had less social skills in the real world.
Chad was a technology analyist and affectionate nerd. It figures that Girdy would be paired with a geek. At least he had a sense of humor and didn't stuff himself away for all hours of the day, just most.
Being a guardian, you never know if you are paired by chance or purpose. Everyone has their own theories, much like they do on life and death.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Benjamin
"Let me tell you a story, Ben".
A warm smile spread across Benjamin's face, creating those little creases on the edges of his eyes that he had begun to notice more with age. This was how Rylee always seemed to introduce herself to him now. He leaned back, his strong arms supporting his lean body as he gave her a nod to let her know she could.
The alarm sounded before she could get her first word out.
Ben jumped at the uncomfortable feeling of being jarred awake by reality. The comfort and warmth of sleep seemed to shield him from the cold and steely feeling of the Chicago morning. He groaned and rolled over, the strong lean body he possessed moments before trapped in his subconscious. He pressed his hands to his face to block out the feeling of consciousness sinking in and groaned again for good measure. It wouldn't be long before he forgot about Rylee and his superior form and the daily worries about age, finances, work, and health set in.
Benjamin was nearly forty and still had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. Sure, he held a steady job and had earned a solid education. However, as he looked in the mirror while getting ready his inadequacies quickly began spreading through his mind; he was out of shape, his love life was sparse if it even existed at all, and he felt trapped inside his own imagination. Ever since Benjamin was young he loved to read, create, and imagine. Maybe that was why he fell in love with carpentry and building things. Rylee started out somewhat as an imaginary friend. His mother told him stories about how he would sit for hours and play with the woman with the red hair who lived in the trees. It wasn't until his early twenties that he remembered Rylee in his dreams. Now that he was older, despite the fact that Rylee seemed to live in an entirely different plane he could access only through sleep, he shrugged it off as a strange recurring dream. Afterall, he wouldn't be any different looking if it was some sort of supernatural event.
----
Guardians.
She kept her gun strapped to her side and came home to collapse. She was so glad she was in training for the police force, being a paramedic had nearly been a disaster. Her previous client was an animal cruelty rescue specialist who was an ex-veterinarian, a vegan, and incredibly obsessive compulsive. Mel couldn't really handle it and thought she would be stuck in that cycle forever. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and stared at it longingly as she put her legs up and stretched out on the couch. This pad looked comfortable enough, but whoever decorated it didn't really have much taste in her opinion. She blew some of her ever-growing brown bangs off her forehead and stashed her cigarettes in her pocket, sighing and leaning back. She thought back to the teenage gang member she had to help out right before the animal rescue gig. The entire thing had been nearly heartbreaking but much more relate-able to her. She checked her glowing watch and wondered when this kid was going to get here. Introductions were one of her least favorite parts of protocol.
With a sigh, Mel rolled onto her stomach and toyed with the remote control. She looked at the fancy television on the wall and noted how shabby everything else was. Another glance at the remote revealed it to be unnaturally complex.
"Fantastic" Mel murmured to herself with a roll of her eyes "I bet this thing's a console too."
Before Mel could flip on the television, or what appeared to be a television, she finally heard footsteps approaching the apartment. He sounded hesitant and antisocial, she thought to herself. As if on cue, she could hear him fumble with the keys before turning them in the lock.
"Showtime" said Mel, flipping onto her back and stretching on the couch again, her police cap over her eyes as she waited for Mr. Nerd to come in and have a heart attack.
She knew that making a shocking entrance was against protocol but she had to have fun.
A warm smile spread across Benjamin's face, creating those little creases on the edges of his eyes that he had begun to notice more with age. This was how Rylee always seemed to introduce herself to him now. He leaned back, his strong arms supporting his lean body as he gave her a nod to let her know she could.
The alarm sounded before she could get her first word out.
Ben jumped at the uncomfortable feeling of being jarred awake by reality. The comfort and warmth of sleep seemed to shield him from the cold and steely feeling of the Chicago morning. He groaned and rolled over, the strong lean body he possessed moments before trapped in his subconscious. He pressed his hands to his face to block out the feeling of consciousness sinking in and groaned again for good measure. It wouldn't be long before he forgot about Rylee and his superior form and the daily worries about age, finances, work, and health set in.
Benjamin was nearly forty and still had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. Sure, he held a steady job and had earned a solid education. However, as he looked in the mirror while getting ready his inadequacies quickly began spreading through his mind; he was out of shape, his love life was sparse if it even existed at all, and he felt trapped inside his own imagination. Ever since Benjamin was young he loved to read, create, and imagine. Maybe that was why he fell in love with carpentry and building things. Rylee started out somewhat as an imaginary friend. His mother told him stories about how he would sit for hours and play with the woman with the red hair who lived in the trees. It wasn't until his early twenties that he remembered Rylee in his dreams. Now that he was older, despite the fact that Rylee seemed to live in an entirely different plane he could access only through sleep, he shrugged it off as a strange recurring dream. Afterall, he wouldn't be any different looking if it was some sort of supernatural event.
----
Guardians.
She kept her gun strapped to her side and came home to collapse. She was so glad she was in training for the police force, being a paramedic had nearly been a disaster. Her previous client was an animal cruelty rescue specialist who was an ex-veterinarian, a vegan, and incredibly obsessive compulsive. Mel couldn't really handle it and thought she would be stuck in that cycle forever. She pulled out a pack of cigarettes and stared at it longingly as she put her legs up and stretched out on the couch. This pad looked comfortable enough, but whoever decorated it didn't really have much taste in her opinion. She blew some of her ever-growing brown bangs off her forehead and stashed her cigarettes in her pocket, sighing and leaning back. She thought back to the teenage gang member she had to help out right before the animal rescue gig. The entire thing had been nearly heartbreaking but much more relate-able to her. She checked her glowing watch and wondered when this kid was going to get here. Introductions were one of her least favorite parts of protocol.
With a sigh, Mel rolled onto her stomach and toyed with the remote control. She looked at the fancy television on the wall and noted how shabby everything else was. Another glance at the remote revealed it to be unnaturally complex.
"Fantastic" Mel murmured to herself with a roll of her eyes "I bet this thing's a console too."
Before Mel could flip on the television, or what appeared to be a television, she finally heard footsteps approaching the apartment. He sounded hesitant and antisocial, she thought to herself. As if on cue, she could hear him fumble with the keys before turning them in the lock.
"Showtime" said Mel, flipping onto her back and stretching on the couch again, her police cap over her eyes as she waited for Mr. Nerd to come in and have a heart attack.
She knew that making a shocking entrance was against protocol but she had to have fun.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
WHOOO
She nestled herself on top of one of the soft looking cushions that had appeared, or at least Ben hadn’t taken notice of it before.
“Benjamin, let me tell you a story” she said, her unnaturally red and short hair almost flaming in the glow of the strange lamps.
“You know that you’re one of the only ones who calls me that now” he mused to himself, thinking about how strange this whole scenario was “even back home”.
“Oh?” she said with a grin “well...that’s funny”.
He noticed that her hand kept finding its way to her hip, where a handmade leather purse hung. He knew she was trying to hide mischief from the way her eyes sparkled, like she was ready to play a trick on him. He picked up a piece of wood nearby and took out a knife from his pocket, chipping away at the piece as he sat down across from her.
“You can never keep your hands off something that could be turned into a gadget, can you?” she mused with an inhumanly wolfish grin.
“You know me, I’m a mechanic” Ben said casually, wondering what her trickery would be today “now why don’t you tell me about that story and about what you’re hiding in that purse of yours”.
“Hmm?” she said, her eyes giving away that she was not happy that he had caught on to her “oh yes, this is very important Benjamin, keep this private. I want to tell you...a ‘story’”.
He felt compelled to lean in closer as she glanced around her as if someone could hear her whispers.
“Back where you live, what happens if you tell someone a secret?” she asked softly.
“Um, I don’t know” Ben replied “you can ruin a relationship, start gossip?”.
“Well, have you heard of where secrets originated? Do you know why they are so sacred and so dangerous?” she asked with more fervor.
Ben twirled the piece of wood in his hand and debated whether or not he could make something fantastic out of it here. The light was dim, and he was finding it hard to focus on what she was saying. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and he looked up at her, startled. Her steel grey eyes bore into him as he remembered that Rylee wasn’t the type to be ignored, even for an instant.
“Benjamin how am I supposed to teach you anything if you don’t pay attention!? You don’t have that much time with me, we have to work with what we get” she said sternly.
“Yeah” said Ben “yeah alright go on Rylee”.
“I’m going to tell you about the Secret Keeper. You see, a long time ago people were honest with each other most of the time. People didn’t need to lie or hide behind their fake identities. In fact, communication and openness was what allowed people to live so well. That was so long ago that today the world would seem boring if we went back to the old ways, but that’s because we were put under a sort of curse. It started with a young girl. This girl was very very quiet, and that’s why she was thought of as unnatural. The reason this girl was quiet was because she had stumbled upon something terrible that made her feel really uncomfortable.Ever since that day, the people involved with the incident told her to keep what she saw a secret, with threats to her life if she did not obey. The girl was unfamiliar with secrets, but she knew that she had to keep her lips sealed and never speak a word of what she saw. She found a way to study magic and keep the secret in a pouch she made especially for the incident, because she couldn’t bear the torment.
The young girl grew over the years, but strange things began happening. People learned of the magical pouch she had and began to ask her what it was for. She explained that the pouch contained a secret, and of course such a new concept sparked curiosity. Soon, people began to birth their own secrets. They all shared them with the girl, and as the girl grew into an adult, she had to create more and more containers for the secrets. If she didn't contain the secrets with her pouches and bottles, she would go insane. She knew that if any secrets got out, it would cause chaos, contempt, vengeance, and breed hatred within the hearts of the people. She became secluded, hiding secrets from the ceiling, deep in the ground, on shelves, and sometimes on herself. Soon, it became so bad, that her home became a secret itself, and had to be hidden.
WHAAAT
Name: Benjamin Theodore “Teddy” Leemenbass
Age: 35
Career: Mechanic
Education: Mechanical engineering
Power: Storytelling
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Height: 6’4’’
Weight: Large
Relationships: Single, once engaged
Personality: Very kind at heart, but he’s looked at as not very smart and a little intimidating. He’s good at what he does, but people consider him plain. Doesn’t know where his life is taking him, he has a gift that he doesn’t quite understand. He is a fantastic storyteller and has vivid dreams, but he has ignored this and thought nothing of it as his calling has been to mechanics and building things. He works closely with a team of people to help design and build much of the city. He prefers a simple life, but something always draws him into complications. Main character of this plot line.
Name: Rylee
Age: Unknown
Personality: Recurring “dream” character that is tom-boyish yet strikingly attractive. Her appearance along with others in Ben’s dreams makes him wonder whether or not he’s going crazy, especially when this gets involved with what looks like a murder case. Angel or demon, it’s up to Ben to figure it out. Very competitive and spunky.
Name: Gregory Maer
Age: 30
Career: Architect
Education: Architecture
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Brown, short
Height: 5’10’’
Weight: Lean, skinny
Relationship: Married
Personality: Gregory works at the same company as Ben, Greg is straight-edge and very prude-like. He doesn’t want to fuss around and is very motivated to get work done, and he’s a respected architect around the community. Very no-nonsense.
Name: James Farris
Age: 22
Career: Mechanic
Education: Student in Communications
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Light brown, long
Height: 6’
Weight: Built but lean, attractive
Relationship: In a relationship with his bouncy girlfriend, Kayla (everyone thinks she’s weird and dumb but she’s just random and intelligent)
Personality: Jim is a little bit self indulgent, but he’s extraverted, friendly, and generally a good guy. He’s got a love of mechanics but chose an easy college major.
Name: Alexa Stone
Age: 21
Career: College graduate, looking for jobs
Education: Criminal Justice
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Red, dyed black
Height: 5’6’’
Weight: 150
Personality: Ever since the death of her father in an “accident” at the fire station, Alexa has been set upon finding a way to investigate crime. She moved out of state to go to college and escape the town because of her upsetness, but then she moved back after a string of “incidents”. She has always been interested in the supernatural, but she is very shy and trying to overcome it. She has a little sister, Merideth, and wants to be a private investigator one day.
Name: Sylvia Rodd
Age: 63
Career: Medical
Education: No formal education
Eyes: Blue, spectacles
Hair: Pepper grey, in a bun
Height:
Weight:
Personality: Sarcastic and acerbic, Sylvia works in a medical supply company. She is a liaison to the other cities that implemented the new tree saving programs and where medical strange occurrences are happening. She’s very sharp and no-nonsense but is generally fun and not evil or stern.
Name: Malcolm “Simon Johnson”
Age: 22?
Career: No records, just
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Height:
Personality: Mysterious stranger, very quiet, charming, handsome, wears very formal attire and only in greys, blues, and whites. Keeps to himself, seems old fashioned, and has a penchant towards biting. Everyone is suspicious of him. Where does he come from? Vampire?
Name: Rodney Hilms
Age: 23
Career: Technician, owns a tea shop
Eyes: Green
Hair: Blond
Personality: Pretty boy, people don’t take him seriously because of this, and he is very meticulous with his work. He is straight besides people thinking he’s not.
Relationship: Likes Rachel for no good reason,
Name: Rachel Yam
Age: 20
Career: Student in Photography
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Blond
Personality: Bubbly and happy all the time, dresses questionably, and is always getting her nose into business. However she is actually very good at what she does and seems a little off only to some people.
Name: Simone Richards
Age: 36
Career: CEO of Case Closed and Fingerprints
Education: Criminal Justice
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Short brown
Face: Hawk nose, not very attractive, but used to be a fitness trainer. She has been a strong woman but has a secret paranoia that she’s being watched.
Relationship: None successful, once divorced
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
More pick up lines
Anything for your soul and some chicken soup, my darling, I'd do anything for that.
Wooo baby! What time do your legs go run run running down the street?
Hey I noticed you like [insert food/drink]. Well I also happen to milk llamas to get [insert food/drink], interested?
They say the girl of your dreams stops your heart. Why am I still alive?
Want to go steady so I can shout sweet everythings into your ear?
Did it hurt when you fell onto my lap and spilled the beans?
You're so sharp baby you could open a can with a single word.
You're like the opposite of Bruce Willis.
Baby you extinguish my fire faster than a fire fighter on cocaine.
I'd catch a greg (OOPS)
I'd catch a grenade for you if a grenade was your bra (males included)
Oh baby you make me sweat like a man on a treadmill
Hey, I couldn't help but notice you dancing. You made my heart explode like a mob attacking a pinata with bombs.
You sing like a meadowlark screaming for other meadowlarks to get away from the hunter.
Your biceps ripple like I just threw a stone in a lake for hours.
Your lips are naked...but I think my lips are just the right size to teach yours some modesty.
You're faster than a grandma with a walker
You make me want to be a father and a mother at the same time. Nobody makes me feel like that.
I'm rubber, you're glue. Whatever you do sticks to me and I don't mind.
Your grandpa would rocket out of a space station if he saw how you made me feel.
You make my eyes glue to you faster than Hannibal Lector on helium makes me run to my room.
You almost make me a cannibal because you look so sweet.
Can I call you Vin? Because you run my motors with Diesel.
When Noah made the ark, they left you behind. No wonder you're one of a kind.
You put the sweet in diabetes.
I wanted to sign up for the 'most beautiful and sexy girl in town' championship, but I see you won.
You lift me up faster than a bodybuilder lifts a mobile home.
I want to get lost in your eyes and cry for help because I was never a boy scout to find my way back.
If you opened your mouth I'd cry for weeks incase you rejected me.
What starts with F and ends with K? I freaking love you kay? Don't ask me to repeat myself because I'm a one time deal.
(according to Jade) Are you from Africa? Because AH Frick AH want to go out with you.
I'd like to put you up in the Louvre behind glass so asians could look at you all day. That's what a work of art you are.
I'm a nerd for your data
Let's play football. I'll be the foot and you be the ball. Let's make contact.
Baby did you leave your driver's license at home? Because I just pulled you over to say you're speeding down the road to my heart.
Don't make me give you a DUI...because you're driving me crazy while I'm under the influence.
Honey you'd better get your eyes checked, because I am not God and this isn't the pearly gates, so get your angel butt back into heaven. BUTT
I heard you attract super bad gangsters, because you rap on the door to my heart.
Hey there baby I'm a cop and I'm going to have to arrest you for breaking and entering into my soul. Now get in the cab.
Hey do you have any salt? Oh wait I thought you worked here because you look so beautiful, like a waitress in a soup kitchen.
Are you a judge? Because you just banged the gavel of love on my head.
Order in the court! You're too sexy to object to my love.
Are you a lawyer? Because I just heard you sue me from across the room.
Hey there legs...you're like the most beautiful ostrich on the ostrich farm, the one all the kids pick to feed.
Work that body honey...like a miner on strike.
Wooo baby! What time do your legs go run run running down the street?
Hey I noticed you like [insert food/drink]. Well I also happen to milk llamas to get [insert food/drink], interested?
They say the girl of your dreams stops your heart. Why am I still alive?
Want to go steady so I can shout sweet everythings into your ear?
Did it hurt when you fell onto my lap and spilled the beans?
You're so sharp baby you could open a can with a single word.
You're like the opposite of Bruce Willis.
Baby you extinguish my fire faster than a fire fighter on cocaine.
I'd catch a greg (OOPS)
I'd catch a grenade for you if a grenade was your bra (males included)
Oh baby you make me sweat like a man on a treadmill
Hey, I couldn't help but notice you dancing. You made my heart explode like a mob attacking a pinata with bombs.
You sing like a meadowlark screaming for other meadowlarks to get away from the hunter.
Your biceps ripple like I just threw a stone in a lake for hours.
Your lips are naked...but I think my lips are just the right size to teach yours some modesty.
You're faster than a grandma with a walker
You make me want to be a father and a mother at the same time. Nobody makes me feel like that.
I'm rubber, you're glue. Whatever you do sticks to me and I don't mind.
Your grandpa would rocket out of a space station if he saw how you made me feel.
You make my eyes glue to you faster than Hannibal Lector on helium makes me run to my room.
You almost make me a cannibal because you look so sweet.
Can I call you Vin? Because you run my motors with Diesel.
When Noah made the ark, they left you behind. No wonder you're one of a kind.
You put the sweet in diabetes.
I wanted to sign up for the 'most beautiful and sexy girl in town' championship, but I see you won.
You lift me up faster than a bodybuilder lifts a mobile home.
I want to get lost in your eyes and cry for help because I was never a boy scout to find my way back.
If you opened your mouth I'd cry for weeks incase you rejected me.
What starts with F and ends with K? I freaking love you kay? Don't ask me to repeat myself because I'm a one time deal.
(according to Jade) Are you from Africa? Because AH Frick AH want to go out with you.
I'd like to put you up in the Louvre behind glass so asians could look at you all day. That's what a work of art you are.
I'm a nerd for your data
Let's play football. I'll be the foot and you be the ball. Let's make contact.
Baby did you leave your driver's license at home? Because I just pulled you over to say you're speeding down the road to my heart.
Don't make me give you a DUI...because you're driving me crazy while I'm under the influence.
Honey you'd better get your eyes checked, because I am not God and this isn't the pearly gates, so get your angel butt back into heaven. BUTT
I heard you attract super bad gangsters, because you rap on the door to my heart.
Hey there baby I'm a cop and I'm going to have to arrest you for breaking and entering into my soul. Now get in the cab.
Hey do you have any salt? Oh wait I thought you worked here because you look so beautiful, like a waitress in a soup kitchen.
Are you a judge? Because you just banged the gavel of love on my head.
Order in the court! You're too sexy to object to my love.
Are you a lawyer? Because I just heard you sue me from across the room.
Hey there legs...you're like the most beautiful ostrich on the ostrich farm, the one all the kids pick to feed.
Work that body honey...like a miner on strike.
Gorgeous George
It's been an entire year my feasties. News? PLENTY!
- I graduate college summa cum laude with two majors in business with honors
- My dad was diagnosed with metastatic malignant melanoma that has spread through his brain and body resulting in mass trauma for our family
- My faith in the Lord has increased because of this and we are practicing healing
- I have the flu
- Berkeley rejected me for law school and I'm waiting on the U of A
Yeah that's enough magnitude for the rest of my life. Time to take life super seriously. But for now I want to stop getting sick from stress and just let loose some silly stuff to distract myself. The depth of this new 2011 madness is too hard for me to express and I want to completely reject all negative thoughts so we can heal.
I have another character floating around in my head. She's lanky, pale, and in her mid 30s. Single with mousy brown hair that's kept in a short cut (but not boy cut), her name is Lila Sough (pronounced sow). She's an anesthesiologist in the future world...only slight future...and she's intelligent but not quite a social butterfly. Need more chubby characters.
Francis Coh, child PI. I am here to write about the most traumatic incident that I worked hard to solve with my detective friend, Detecto. He detects anything with his magnifying vision, which helps him see things much bigger than they are.
It all started when I got a call from my good friend Judy. She sounded shaky on the phone. I remember the moment well.
Me: Judy...why are you calling?
Judy: You called me
Me: Don't play games Judy, is something wrong?
Judy: Yes...
I knew from that moment on that something was wrong. I put on my hiking boots and listened with great scrutiny to the tone of her voice as I stroked my chin, balancing the phone on my shoulder.
Me: Tell me Judy...what has he done to you?
Who was I referring to? Her assailant. We'll call him Dr. Dread until she gives me more information.
Judy: He? No I just have a stack of work that I need--
Me: No problem, Judy, Stan O'Work won't touch you again. I detect fear in your voice, but I will be right over to kick the evil out of this man.
I realized I forgot to put pants on. I hate it when you put shoes on before you put on your pants. I had to hang up dramatically to cover this point as I remedied this and then went parading outside to find Judy's address by mere intuition. To me intuition dot com is google. I found her house and discovered that she wasn't home, so I waited for three days outside her door before discovering that she was out of town. So Stan O'Work had really done his work this time. He had kidnapped her and now she was out of my grasp.
I ran home and cried my dignity into a pillow. The tear stains of my pride were left on that case...that pillow case...for eternity. Little did I know my next case would involve Helen's bipolar waiter and a dentist who made adults cry.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
RANDOM burst of inspiration peoples
Love it. Embrace it. Give it your favorite "oh man I can't believe I was once a boy...no wait I never was, my bad" face.
Last night I had a dream that I went to Ukraine and met Oleksandr with my family. I then proceeded to insult my own nationality stupidly and my navel exploded.
Aside from this amazing feat, I also overslept. It was worth it. I got to frolick in a Russian field.
Alright here is something that has been mulling around in my mind. Can't decide if this should be a girl or a guy, or both. Anyways, my dream had something to do with me 'losing weight' and becoming fit. I am not a gorgeous, skinny, or athletically fit girl. Actually, to the contrary, but I still believe I'm within normal weight range, and I don't mind my face much. Eh, I don't know, not really for me to judge what I look like, I don't think about it much.
So.
You know how everybody has this stupid epiphany about 'image' and how 'society views beautiful people'? Duh peoples. Biology. Fittest, prettiest, it's what we NATURALLY go towards, even if Hollywood spiffies it up a bit beyond reality (that's what they're doing on purpose, entertainment! Fantasy! But yeah humans have always had a fascination with beauty). So there's that. I didn't have that, but I was thinking about it.
Then you know those amazingly touching stories about non-gorgeous people who are more beautiful on the inside than seems possible? The kinds that actually retain your small faith in humanity, those times when you see proof that God actually gave us the ability to do good for each other? Yeah. I was thinking about that.
Then it exploded. Not really. Let's be CLIMACTIC here peoples! That's right, caps and exclamation points! CAPS! AND! EXCLAMATION! POINTS!
It's at this time of night that your'e reminded of Calculus when 'When I Grow Up' by the Pussycat Dolls comes on and you cringe.
Back on topic!
*professor-like clapping* ATTENTION!
So I started thinking about fantasy. I started thinking about the ingenius of Lunar's fantasy/real world crossover and how cliche meets reality. Amazing. Fantastic. Cliche sells.
So let me just write down snippets of this. I want to go with a dude, because:
a) I like writing/drawing men a lot more, even unattractive ones...guess I'm just more fascinated with the gender. Nothing against women though!
b) Men being sweet = adorable. Needs to happen more often in public.
So I was thinking of birthing this character who was not very attractive...several actually. What about a girl my weight? You don't see many girls in the in-between-but-could-be-fat-because-you're-not-skinny category. We'll go with that.
Big guy, big nose, big gut....not the best, we'll give him more issues. God gives everyone a gift, though, and I think he should have a power. I played around with fantasy, but I decided on financial real-world boringness with magic in the dustiest corners.
We'll call him Benjamin Leemenbass for now. I've had a young and stubborn blond youth mulling around in lightning storms in my head for a while, but this guy is different. I might tie him in somehow.
The gift goes beyond storytelling, but storytelling is at the heart of it. I already see the old, skinny guy appearing now. Ah! I like this guy because he embodies my childhood. We need to make him Hansel-like but not as attractive, not nearly. AWESOME.
This post probably doesn't make much sense to anyone who reads it. That's for a reason. We'll get the details out later. TIME FOR BED.
Last night I had a dream that I went to Ukraine and met Oleksandr with my family. I then proceeded to insult my own nationality stupidly and my navel exploded.
Aside from this amazing feat, I also overslept. It was worth it. I got to frolick in a Russian field.
Alright here is something that has been mulling around in my mind. Can't decide if this should be a girl or a guy, or both. Anyways, my dream had something to do with me 'losing weight' and becoming fit. I am not a gorgeous, skinny, or athletically fit girl. Actually, to the contrary, but I still believe I'm within normal weight range, and I don't mind my face much. Eh, I don't know, not really for me to judge what I look like, I don't think about it much.
So.
You know how everybody has this stupid epiphany about 'image' and how 'society views beautiful people'? Duh peoples. Biology. Fittest, prettiest, it's what we NATURALLY go towards, even if Hollywood spiffies it up a bit beyond reality (that's what they're doing on purpose, entertainment! Fantasy! But yeah humans have always had a fascination with beauty). So there's that. I didn't have that, but I was thinking about it.
Then you know those amazingly touching stories about non-gorgeous people who are more beautiful on the inside than seems possible? The kinds that actually retain your small faith in humanity, those times when you see proof that God actually gave us the ability to do good for each other? Yeah. I was thinking about that.
Then it exploded. Not really. Let's be CLIMACTIC here peoples! That's right, caps and exclamation points! CAPS! AND! EXCLAMATION! POINTS!
It's at this time of night that your'e reminded of Calculus when 'When I Grow Up' by the Pussycat Dolls comes on and you cringe.
Back on topic!
*professor-like clapping* ATTENTION!
So I started thinking about fantasy. I started thinking about the ingenius of Lunar's fantasy/real world crossover and how cliche meets reality. Amazing. Fantastic. Cliche sells.
So let me just write down snippets of this. I want to go with a dude, because:
a) I like writing/drawing men a lot more, even unattractive ones...guess I'm just more fascinated with the gender. Nothing against women though!
b) Men being sweet = adorable. Needs to happen more often in public.
So I was thinking of birthing this character who was not very attractive...several actually. What about a girl my weight? You don't see many girls in the in-between-but-could-be-fat-because-you're-not-skinny category. We'll go with that.
Big guy, big nose, big gut....not the best, we'll give him more issues. God gives everyone a gift, though, and I think he should have a power. I played around with fantasy, but I decided on financial real-world boringness with magic in the dustiest corners.
We'll call him Benjamin Leemenbass for now. I've had a young and stubborn blond youth mulling around in lightning storms in my head for a while, but this guy is different. I might tie him in somehow.
The gift goes beyond storytelling, but storytelling is at the heart of it. I already see the old, skinny guy appearing now. Ah! I like this guy because he embodies my childhood. We need to make him Hansel-like but not as attractive, not nearly. AWESOME.
This post probably doesn't make much sense to anyone who reads it. That's for a reason. We'll get the details out later. TIME FOR BED.
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