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What is going on….

Posted in Apartments, Entertainment, Gaming, Hobby, Movies and Theatre, Reviews, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 15, 2013 by urbannight

I have not been coming up with as many good ideas as last year.  Or, I do have a few, but when I have time to jot them down, I can’t remember them.

So I’ve posted less.

And it looks like I’m in for another move again.  Fairly soon too.  So I may end up having a moving process to talk about. 

Tonight is my gaming night, but tomorrow I’m going to start the ambitious task of whittling my stuff down my 25%.  It may be painful.  But I need to have less stuff.  I really do.

So, it will be slice of stuff for a bit. 

I do need to write about a rather bad movie I saw last week.  I was watching 1980’s comedies.  One movie with an all star cast was not funny at all.  It was sad.  Just sad. But more about that later.

2013 is starting slow for me.

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , on January 15, 2013 by urbannight

I’m having trouble getting inspired this year.

I’m having trouble thinking up things to write about.

I’m trying to get caught up on blogs I’m reading.

Today I found three days worth of blogs in my spam folder.  I didn’t notice it Sunday or Monday.  But today I wondered where all my regular blogs went.  That many people couldn’t be taking a break all at the same time.

So I’ve just spent a solid 2.5 hours reading blogs and commenting on some.

Needless to say, my email is getting a bit cleaner but I didn’t have a productive evening at all.

I think I’ll go watch another episode of Psych and work on the dragon a little and go to bed.

I’m so busy catching up on blogs and trying to think about writing that I wonder when I’ll get going again.  Maybe after the new meds get sorted out and I get done with the eye doctor and see if I need new glasses.  Maybe then I’ll get over this lull.

 

Random Religious Thought of the Day

Posted in Entertainment, Religion, Uncategorized, Writing with tags , , , , , , , on November 30, 2012 by urbannight
Lilith and the Serpent

Lilith and the Serpent

Sometimes I think the strangest  things.  Like this one:

What if the whole of Judeo-Christian religion started out as a human misunderstanding and misrepresentation of a REALLY bad breakup between Lilith and Lucifer?

Ideas While Driving

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , on November 21, 2012 by urbannight

I hate the fact that I sometimes work out troubling plot points when driving.  In one case, the major plot point is the plot itself.  I have a great concept I want to work on but I can’t find the right story idea in which to implement this concept.  I’ve been hesitant to reveal too much about it in any type of public forum because it is not something I’ve ever come across.  So it is nice to have a semi-original idea.  (I think there are just to many stories and only so many plots that there is nothing completely original any more.) I say semi-original because I’ve discovered there is a t.v. show that touches on some of the concepts, but not my central one.  At least that part is safe so far.

While driving to work one morning, in the dark, thinking about said t.v. show’s mythology and how it differed from the obvious source material, I finally worked out my plot issue.  I worked out the one piece that helped me settle on a story idea.  The only problem is that something happened in traffic that distracted me and I stopped thinking about it.  Half an hour later, after getting to work, parking in the garage, getting to the office, getting breakfast ready, and sitting down, I realized I forgot it. 

That’s the way it works.  I get my best ideas or resolve issues at the worst of times and then can’t remember then when I’m in a place I can do something about them.

Now I’ve spent a couple of days trying to recreate my thought process to find that one ‘hook’ I need again.  By finding that one hook, it pulls up the thread of my construct.  So all the loose threads fall into place and I suddenly have my weft upon which I can start weaving a story.  I NEED that hook. 

This is not the first time I’ve gotten ideas or worked out a plot point when on the road.  It seems to be my best thinking time.  But it is really hard to write anything down.  Years and Years ago, I had a recorder to put the ideas into.  But that got lost during a movie in college.  In practice, it really didn’t work out so well.  Probably not a huge loss.  On the other hand, I might have eventually gotten the hang of it. 

I guess that’s the way things go sometimes.

NaNoWriMo year three

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , on October 17, 2012 by urbannight

I told myself I wasn’t even going to consider it this year.  I have too much to do.  To much on my plate.  But several people keep talking about it.  I start to feel envious about it.  I want to do it too.

I went through my folder of outlines and ideas.  One in particular was saying, “you know you want to work on me.”  Because I do, and I don’t, but I do. 

Do I give another year a go and then give up half way through because the time just never seems to be available? 

Maybe I should give it a go without officially signing up for it.  That way I don’t feel ‘obligated’ and it turns into a chore.

It is like when I took piano lessons.  Practicing daily was a struggle.  But when I wasn’t taking lessons, I could spend hours at the piano each week.

I have to make a training manual for my unit at work.  Actually, I had to start on it at the end of last week.  I wonder, can I count that?  It’s non-fiction.  It will take me to the end of November to finish the entire thing.  But I’m not sure it will meet the word requirement in the long run.

Strange Dreams

Posted in Books, Entertainment, Gaming, Life, Movies and Theatre, Science, Technology, Travel with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 7, 2012 by urbannight

Lebbeus Woods ship for Aliens 3

(Apologies, I will have to tidy this entry up a bit latter.  But I burnt lunch twice while doing this and I don’t really want to waste anymore food.)

I had a dream about a planet ship built on earth. There was NOTHING really new in this dream.  But that is  usually how the subconscious works.  It pulls from a variety of sources.  Usually from things watched, read, or thought about recently.  Since I’ve been watching comedies and Korean horror, reading fantasy and children’s fantasy, and working on non-fiction and some fantasy, this extremely Sci-Fi focused dream has to have been inspired by the only source of Science Fiction I’ve had the past month.  Thanks StoriesbyWillaims, Sci-fi is invading my sleep.  Also credited are Star Wars the Old Republic and Alpha Centauri.

It was partly built with technology from ‘somewhere else’.  The dream didn’t specify.  Perhaps another planet, fleeing the ravengers came across earth and a joint project enabled the two to build something beyond what their individual technologies would allow.  The technology and programing itself was highly adaptable so that it would update itself.  It was intuitive so that it could see connections between two lines of study and research and be able see where the results could be connected to create new things.  But it stopped just short of being self-determination and self-awareness.  People were loaded onto this craft and sent out into space.

People need purpose so we set up city like communities.  People had homes, jobs, and mostly replicated the normal lives they left behind.  I am myself in this dream and I have no idea what my job was exactly.

We encountered others who needed to be saved and were able to save portions of populations.  The ship ended up in districts where certain, more compatible races, lived.  Shortly after this ship takes off from earth, robotic and medical joint research enables the ship to see a way to create cybernetic bodies and download personalities into them with some reproductive capabilities.  People still desired children. It would massively extend life spans, slow down childbirth rates, control population growth without legislating it, and even enable people to cross over to a different species.

I took advantage of this tech as did many people.  Some people did not.  It was too strange, to scary, or denied God too much.  But most of the overly religious never got onto the ship to start with.

But for some people, the reproductive functions didn’t.  Some people greatly pitied those who realized they would never be able to reproduce.  Some of them fell into a deep despondency.  Other didn’t care.  It created an almost eternal life span for the people to went into it early on. This was soon seen as a flaw and some limitations on life spans were incorporated into the design.  With a long time to live, some who realized they wouldn’t be able procreate took the view that it was simple a matter of time before the weird glitch would be found and corrected.

This saw an upswing in people from less human-like looking races towards more human like races.  Or adapting  the particular physical attributes the races prized most to a more human-like base structure.  Not out of any idea that ‘human’ were better but because, off of the native planets and on a ship, even a planet sized one, it simply had better functionality.

I was in one of the early batches with nearly unlimited life span and ended up in some sort of military capacity.  At a shop one day I ran into the first person I had known in childhood who also made it onto this ship.  Eric Hansen.

Eventually, the districts came to represent different political ideals and world views.  And the natural progression was, of course, war.  It was bad enough having to deal with war between our various ideals but there was also the ravengers to deal with.  As the scientists and the labs were busily churning out research to find a way to deal with them, the ship puts two and two together and creates a new drive and shooting use far away and beyond anyplace we could identify.  And a new internal transport vehicle is produced based on the Kia model my roommate recently bought.

Custom Kia Soul (in my dream, it could fly)

The thing is, during this ‘jump’ the ship pretty much put every one to sleep.  But there were some damages when coming out the other side.  Various areas were woken up at different rates.  Some of the districts took advantage of it to advance their war efforts.

We were fighting off a unit with newly adapted, close quarters weaponry.  Cutting weapons for up close, personal, fighting.  I grabbed two pieces from a downed enemy and was trying to figure out how to use them when a new surge was pushed forward, largely civilian cannon fodder.  I was told to fall back and give them to someone else when I finally got the hang of it.  These were ugly, brutal weapons causing pain and suffering rather than a quick death.  Once I figured them out, it was basically a bloodbath.

Only I don’t like slasher films so my brain, which dreams in vivid, color, movie-like patterns kindly avoided letting me actually see some of that stuff.

Anyway, it was a very detailed, elaborate, drawn out dream with lots of elements from many sci-fi movies, books, and t.v. shows.  Opps, and games.

Forgetfulness, A Writer’s Bane

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , on June 18, 2012 by urbannight

Random Beastie Image

I was going through a bunch of my story ideas that I haven’t done much with thus far.  One of them was apparently going to be a fairy tale of sorts.  About a village who tried to flee a monster and set up a new village and eventually the monster caught up with them.  I think I was focusing, in part, on the idea that you can’t just up and move and solve your problems that way.  You are still you and you take all your fears, flaws, and insecurities with you.  But on a larger scale. 

It was also about how local or tribal legends may have had a real point but time and memory distort them.  The story they think they know isn’t the whole story.  It may not even be the true story, but in fact have been so twisted around that it becomes the very opposite of what the orignal purpose and meaning had been. 

I have three paragraphs of background developed in a concept folder.  Only I had forgotten the key point to the entire story, the Truth that the people had forgotten and fled from. 

Now, if you think it silly or a waste of my time to sit here and share what I’ve been sharing, I’ll remind you of a key work in that last sentence. 

 ‘Had’

The process of giving you a description of what I wanted to do with the story has eventually reminded me of the plot line I originally had in mind.  I spent all weekend trying to remember this and couldn’t.  The process of telling helped me remember.  So I’m going to add that to my concept page before I forget again.

How Mysterious is the Mind

Posted in Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on June 15, 2012 by urbannight

Thanks to Storiesbywilliams I have had dystopian literature on the mind more often than not.  Thanks to random news articles I keep thinking about Mars, the possibility of people going there before I die, cycles of civilization, and the decay or downfall of civilizations on both social and economical fronts. 

The result is that I am adding yet ANOTHER story folder to my desktop.  Athough, for some strange reason, the idea itself has little to do with any of the above mentioned concepts.  Go figure. 

It is based on idea that the depraved, the depressed, the desperate, and the disenfranchised will eventually find what it is they think they want and often it really isn’t what they thought it would be.   Sure, the ‘normal’ (whatever that means), happy, satisfied, and connected people experience the same kind of thing.  It’s just not as interesting to imagine.  But maybe it would make a good counterpoint?  Hmmmm. . . .

Now my mind will be happily working out an all new idea to add to the folders of ideas, summaries and outlines I already have.  Maybe one day I will actually finish one. . . .

Mile Markers and Obligations

Posted in Art, Entertainment, Life, Uncategorized, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2012 by urbannight

I am told that there is this obligatory, “I’ve hit some mile marker and must post random stats,” blog one must do.  Since I didn’t do it at 100 I’m supposed to do it now that I hit 150. 

I started this in 2010 but couldn’t really get into the swing of it until a few months back and now seem to be going like gangbusters. I usually post daily. I occasionally miss a day, but that is made up by the fact that some days I post extra posts.  There are days that just trigger more thoughts that want to be blogged than others. 

And yes, it is the thoughts themselves that sometimes want to be blogged.  Sometimes, they are like characters in a story you are working on that really want your attention and really want to do something or other you didn’t plan.

This morning, when I collected my data, some of which has changed now, I only had 1704 all time views.  But most of it was since earlier this year.  I’ve not been Freshly Pressed and actually would be shocked if that ever happened.  So I’m not overly worried about it.  I don’t need to be the person with the most friends or the most followers to be happy. 

My busiest day was 4-12-12.  I posted two blogs and I think I reposted one.  I couldn’t tell when I looked at the stats today, but if I remember correctly, the most viewed blog that day was one I had posted a day or three before. 

When I look at the most common search terms that led people to my blog, all of the ones tied for first place contain “TARDIS”.  Go figure.

The top countries for visits are not too surprising. 

  1. USA
  2. Canada
  3. United Kingdom

Given the most common search word, this should have been expected.

Some countries kind of surprised me:Pakistan,RepublicofKorea,United Arab Emirates,Kenya,Singapore,Malaysia,Saudi Arabia,Ghana,Ecuador,Chile,Serbia, and theUkraine.

The most viewed page is Homepage/Archives.  Should I even count that?  Number two is Tardis and Creativity.  Number three is The Void – a Rift in the Space Time Continuum. 

I have no idea how to hide a link under a word.  If I did, I would do that.  To make it easier to find for people who might have missed them. So I will do it the messy way.

https://urbannight.wordpress.com/2012/03/16/tardis-and-creativity/
https://urbannight.wordpress.com/2010/09/02/the-void-a-rift-in-the-space-time-continuum/

I’m not sure why this is obligatory.  I’m not sure that any of it means anything to anyone other than me.  But here it is for your viewing pleasure.

The Frustration of Forgetfulness.

Posted in Life, Uncategorized, Work, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on April 3, 2012 by urbannight

You have a good topic idea at work and the phone rings before you can write it down.  You record the call data, grab your thoughts notebook that sits beside your work notebook, and you have totally forgotten the topic.

You are driving home and thinking about the blog you want to write when you get there.  In fact, you manage compose the entire thing in your head.  You even rework it a bit.  Then someone nearly causes an accident in front of you and you get home, fuming about the stupid drivers, and realize you remember nothing about the amazing blog you just mentally wrote.

You sit down and write out a line or two of a new blog when the cat leaps onto your desk and misses.  This results in the falling cat plunging claws into your leg, arm, chest or whichever part of your body is handy in order to stop the fall.  (I have a glass topped desk that tends to cause more than a few falls for the cats)  After you scream bloody murder, terrify the cats and probably the neighbors, get up and clean the wounds, cover them with New Skin, scream again from the brief but intense stinging of the product, you then try to get back to what you were writing.  You look at your first one or two lines and have no idea where you were going with them. 

Or maybe I just have a piss poor memory because I crammed it to full of books I’ve read, shows I’ve watched, and strange, random, but utterly useless facts that just seem to stick to the brain like they were attached with gorilla glue.