As to why I had posted the previous post, it was mainly because I got into a brief conversation last night about fanfiction. A friend of mine was reading Sesame Street fanfic, and I tried to be funny and say that there was a deplorable lack of Star Wars/Sesame Street crossover online. After a brief googlong, however, I was proven wrong. Luckily, it allowed me to add a caveat. Decent SW/SS crossover fanfic does not exist. I don't know why I put myself in that kind of situation.
Regarding the Aborigines bit of the post prior, it simply was a reminder to do research on the various bloodtypes of the indiginous Australian population. Found out something interesting, too. Apparently, the Aborigines have only two bloodtypes, O and A. The only recorded instances of B and AB only occur in children who are descended from non-aboriginal people. I don't think I will ever use that information, but it is a fairly interesting thing to know. Also, people native to the Basque-speaking areas of Spain and France have a similar distribution of blood types, although B and AB are not unknown, simply rare.
So, the passenger-side headlight on my car is out. I have no ide whether or not it is something that is easily fixable, so that means I'm going to have to limit myself to driving during the day. Which doth suck mightily, as I am generally not active during the day. I have to figure out a way to repair my spacebar, as well. It really is getting annoying typing, only to look up and see that the sentence only contains one really, really long word. What else have I been up to lately that I can write in here in a desperate attempt to increase my word count...
Oh! I've recently finished reading a pair of books by Sci-fi writer Jerry Oltion. The books are titled The Getaway Special and Anywhere But Here. Now, you would probably never guess from the titles, but they are about, oddly enough, getting away from places. The first one (Getaway Special) is about what happens when a cheap hyperdrive is invented, allowing all the little people the ability to just up and move off planet, and all the ramifications of just such an event. It's a decent read, although it didn't bring up much that I haven't thought about.
The second book (Anywhere but Here) is fairly different in tone. Although it still deals with the consequences of inexpensive star travel, it goes about it in a much more sedate manner. Although it is suspenseful at times, it is more about the difficulty of finding habitable planets. I can honestly say that I enjoyed it significantly more than the first one. However, I've always been one for reading about people surviving in odd conditions, not how they got into the odd conditions in the first place. So, that's my take on the books.
The two books are connected, in a similar manner to Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game being related to Ender's Shadow. Not quite, though. They are sequential, though. Anyway, I thought they were pretty good, and if you like scifi books, you will probably enjoy these. I would like to get my paws on some more of his writings, though. He seems to be afairly decent wordsmith. Your opinion may vary, though. Well, that's about all I have to say about that, so I need to find something else to write about for a bit.
I need to get back into painting miniatures, I think. I lose skills whenever I don't use them, and that annoys me. I was getting pretty decent at doing fine detail, I think. I still was doing badly when it came to large pieces, but small creatures and machines I could do. Recently, I picked up a brush again to touch something up, and ended up ruining it completely. I'm sad though, because I don't have a place to set up my kit, so I can't paint anything. Really annoying.
There are a lot of things that I can't remember how to do anymore. That's one of my flaws, I believe. I can obtain new skills, but unless I keep them in constant practice, I lose them. Painting, writing, drawing, masonry, everything that I don't constantly use becomes lost. I fear someday that I will forget something really vital, like how to drive. In thinking about it, though, I have come to realise that this is the same deal with a lot of different people, so I shouldn't beat myself up to much about it.
You know, the only reason that I'm writing about painting right now is because I am watching Tekkon Kinkreet with the Director Commentary on. I used to do that while painting, as it gives mesomething semi-interesting to listen to while paying attention to the detail work. I like hearing people talk about things while I'm doing something repetitive and time-consuming. It helps pass time. It also let's me know more about whatever movie it's about. You learn things about people, and their motivations regarding the creation of a movie.
Actor's comeentaries are good, too. You hear all sorts of interesting stories about what was going on off-camera. If you've got movies on DVD that include Director's Commentaries, I think it would be worth your while to listen to them. That's not to say that all commentaries are good, though. I have a couple of movies where the commentary is horrendously dull. Overall, however, I've been pretty happy about the entertainment value of commentary tracks.
Crap. I've only hit about a thousand words, and yet again I have nothing to write about. Writer's block. Hey! I've got something to write about! Right now I am sitting in a Laundromat. I never really realised exactly how boring these placesare. Growing up, I had never been in one, so when I came here for the first time a few weeks back I didn't know what to expect. As it turns out, not expecting much has kept me from having my hopes dashed. Hey! Striking up random conversations. Always good fun. I am slightly unhappy, though. I'm running on battery power only, so I have no clue as to how long this thing will actually hold out.
I don't normally use my laptop when it's not connected to a power source, you see. Normally, it's more like a slimline desktop unit. I like doing that. Using things as they aren't intended. I don't think I have any stories regarding mishaps that have occured whilst using anything in an unintended manner. No horror stories, no funny stories, just me using things and having them work.
A while ago, I was having a conversation with a friend about 'wild talents'. Wild talents being things that just happen, without your conscious thought. For instance, one of my friends seems able to tangle seat-belts all to hell. No clue as to how she did it, but it always seems to happen. One talent that I believed that I had was something I called the 'gremlin touch'. Basically, anything I got involved in would crash and burn in a spectacular fashion. Nowadays, I don't think that, but I suspect that my brother does. That assumes, of course, that such things exist.
You know, I've just come to the realisation that, no matter how bad life is going, at least it's still life. I could always have it worse, but conversely it could always be better. I suppose it really can be boiled down to the very simple saying that 'This too, shall pass'. It does apply equally to both the good things in life, as well as the bad. It's something I need to keep in mind whenever things look too bleak. Like right now, where I have to deal with the fact that I still am about three hundred words short of my goal.
81 percent left of my battery. It's been decreasing by a percentage point or two every couple of moments. I should have battery enough to finish this post, but there's really no guarantee if I keep having writer's block. I have the system set to throttle the processor down to half the maximum capacity, the screen is set as low as I can get it while still remaining visible, the screen actually turns off if there is one minute of inactivity, and the hard disk shuts down after five minutes of inactivity. It's as close to shut off as I can make it, really.
80 percent remaining. The above took me a good two minutes to type, so if it takes two minutes per point, I should have a good two and a half hours of time left. Hopefully that should be enough. It's not like I'm trying to write a novel with that time. But it's ahard deadline, and I should be able to beat it. I can generally pull some ingenious solution out of the air when given a hard deadline. Man, but this spacebar issue is getting really annoying. I try to fix as many mistakes as I can, but sometimes I don't look up at the screen for minutes at a time, so I don't see all of them.
Sweetness and light! That last paragraph brought me up to 1627 words! That means with this paragraph I shall be free of the need to continue writing for the night! It also means that I should probably still keep writing in order to catch up on all the time that I lost while being sick and mopey. I still haven't figured out whether I am one or two days behind, so if you give me a moment, I shall check that now.
Okay, as it turns out, I am about three thousand words behind. I should get to workon that as soon as possible, if not tonight. I can't leave it, though. Man, that would be embarassing, coming up three thousand words shy at the end of the month. So, I suppose I shall have to make up for lost time tonight. Crap. I don't have anything to write about. Heck, what can I write about? When I look at what I try to limit this journal's topics to, I kind of have nothing ofinterest to put forth. I don't have an internet connection out here, so I can't surf anything to find out.
Holy crap. I do have internet. I have internet in a Laundromat. This is one of the most amazing discoveries I have made today. This is freaking awesome. Of course,now that I have made this discovery, I can't for the life of me think of anything to look up. There is always the old standby of hitting Wikipedia and pulling up a random page, but that's something I prefer not doing. If I don't have any bright ideas within the next thirty seconds, though, I will have to resort to it.
Ugh. The speed that I am getting rivals dial-up. Fiarly certain that it's because of a weak signal, though. And now it appears nonexistant. Damn. That puts me right back to square one. I've got 70 percent of my battery remaining, and severalthousand words to chew through. My word count for this post should end somewhere around the five thousand word mark, which would be a record for me. I don't think I've ever posted anything that long before. If I manage to pull it off, I'm probably going to split it into different posts in order to keep my average post length constant.
I'm really not wanting these rants to post so that the sidebar slider becomes miniscule. I really hate opening pages and seeing that happen, and I think other people do, too. So, I do my part to ensure that it does not happen. On the other hand, this means that it is that much more work on my end, what with having to find a decent starting and stopping point for each post. Yes, I know that it is a lousy excuse, but it's the only one I have. All right! Change of environment!
Yup, back at the house now. I have internet again, and I am away from drunken homeless people. Yeah, there was a drunk homeless guy sitting next to me in the Laundromat. I didn't want to type anything about it, in case he read my screen and was offended. I was slightly concerned about offending him, as one of his conversational gambits was the question, 'You're not a dirty Jew, are you?" So, yeah. He was also quite intoxicated. He was also smoking inside. Not the best person to have near you, so I was relieved when the person I went to the Laundromat with beckoned me over to the Dryers.
I can honestly say I had an interesting time at the Laundromat tonight. Of course, I generally have an interesting time, as it is one of the few opportunities I get to chat with my friend. While we live in the same house, we generally keep different schedules. So, we don't get to talk much. Which is a shame, to be sure. Unfortunately, it seems to be a trend that will continue for quite some time.
I think I found a new topic to post on, so I'm going to wrap this post up right here at slightly over 2300 words.