Or, "I have some more random musings that didn't really go in the last post. You should be afraid now. Head to the exits in an orderly fashion, please. Women, children, and squirrel aliens first."
This is more along the lines of what I meant about the female characters thing. Not that it wouldn't be awesome to see that pop up in something - played by somebody else.
And for something almost completely different, Cole and I were doing some multiplayer Civ action over Thanksgiving break (see, you knew there was a Civ story in here - I am me, after all), and suddenly, I got bushwhacked by the Mongols. And it went something like this:
"Mongols. Mongols make Baby Jesus cry."
[massive beatdown on the Mongols ensues, in which I spawn a leader]
"Leaders make Baby Jesus glad."
[I appropriately name the knight that spawned the leader "Baby Jesus"]
"Woohoo! Baby Jesus r0x0rz Mongols!"
[Baby Jesus gets killed by some random Mongols]
"Ack! The Mongols killed Baby Jesus!"
Plus a lot more of the "makes Baby Jesus cry/glad" stuff. Trust me, it was a laugh riot all night long. Those of you under the impression that I'm one of those sensitive type folk who endeavors not to offend anyone, let the record state that usually I am. But my sense of humor IS pretty warped. And I feel free to make fun of absolutely anybody and everybody. That ought to be a dramatic enough example for us all, yes? ;)
Too, I need to get a pic of my little pink stone rabbit up here at some point. Truly, he is a symbol of all that is good and right in the world.
School, incidentally, can kiss my ass. I'm tired of it. In fact, I tried to read the book I was supposed to have read for today, and I couldn't. I saw words, but they weren't forming into anything coherent. Suck. And the paper, despite how I know what I want to do and say, is going to suck on the principle that it's 15 pages. 15 pages automatically equals teh suck.
Which brings up one of my stranger dichotomies. I'm a good writer. People tell me that often enough that I even believe it now. Funny thing, is I don't enjoy most of the writing I do. I actively despise writing history papers. I'd like to write fiction, but what I actually end up with either comes out as fairly stock fanficish stuff (thinking my MTW games, here), or cliche and shallow as all hell (my early fantasy writing, frex). My one attempt at a longer work, Party On, was so painful to write, being autobiographical as it was[1], that it's instilled in me a fear of writing in the same vein, never mind that it's the sort of thing I feel most in touch with as a reader, and what I feel the most need to write. There are other technical problems, of course, which interestingly enough are problems with my roleplaying games as well (Gris can relate my supposed diplomat Alvanir's total woodenness in our D&D game) - I can't plot for shit, and I actively suck at portraying characters well. Fatal flaws, really. They can be worked on, of course, but of course my ability and desire to practice my writing is drained by the end of the history papers. I hate that.
Ah well.
And, yes. It's been sort of a strange morning. Why do you ask?
[1] - I think most of you have actually read Party On, and may actually know the story behind it. For those that haven't, it used to be up on my site, but I took it down as being far too autobiographical and painful to keep up. If you're confused and ask me nice enough, I might put it up again. We'll see.
Posted by Dwip at December 2, 2003 10:14 AMWhen you land out here, we'll teach you how to roleplay. Trust me.
Posted by: Whir at December 2, 2003 10:59 AM*is confused*
*asks nicely*
Pretty please, put it up?
:)
Posted by: toasty at December 2, 2003 2:28 PMI know how, I just suck at doing it in person. I can fake it in a textual medium, but suck at it in person. Whatever.
As to Party On, the raw Word doc is here: http://dwip.alsherok.net/temp/Partyon.doc
Read that first, then read this stuff.
One of the best things I've done, easily my best fiction. And, like I said, autobiographical. The party at the beginning really happened, though not quite like that - I WAS high on codiene at the time, though. Most of the rest is extrapolation, but ties together certain elements of my first two years in college. I really did hate what I was doing. Sara never existed as Sara, but I had the same sort of relationship with a couple of girls.
Anyway. I'd write it differently, now. Try to isolate it a bit more from being an obvious analogue of me, but still keep the same sort of emotions. I'd expand the story, too - my original eval for the paper said something to the effect of "When are we going to see chapter 2?" Maybe one day I'll get back there. Maybe not. We'll see.
Posted by: Dwip at December 3, 2003 2:31 AM