Comical

Can you believe there is a mac app just for creating comics? (Well, to be fair, it’s free for 10.4, not 10.5. So we had to use our 1337 hax0r skills to get it on my lappy where we could use capture.) Neither did I.

Well, the husband and I decided to check it out. I present to you:

CATPOCALYPSE!

Star will destory you.

Succor

Some days are harder than others, and this is one of them. Nothing much to write, but if you’re reading this, I would appreciate you sending some prayers my way. I’m certainly reciprocating, whether it’s by name or not.

All the best,

Kasey

Engrossed

Things have bee quiet about here, so the hubby and I have been chilling out (a little too much, perhaps) and watching some old TV shows and the like. May sound super lazy, but we are trying to enjoy spending our time together before he has to go back to school for the semester. I’ve been itching to do some personal writing during the day while things are so slow, but I haven’t had the heart to do anything. I think I might get the urge once he’s back to night classes, and I find myself with a surplus of alone time.

With everything we watch, I am more and more fixated on the questions of storytelling and character development. I find myself analyzing things as I tended to in college, trying to fix a formula for a good yarn in my head. I’ve said since I was a little girl that all I ever wanted to do with my writing is to get someone to experience emotion. It doesn’t matter what it is. I see a story as the ultimate way to reach out and touch another human being. Unfortuately, I have find myself pretty competant at strining pretty words together, but I rarely have the gut to inject the amount of conflict that a good story needs. I’m an amicable person at heart, and I never really want to set bad things (fictional or not) into motion.

I tend to keep things very minimalistic and focus on very small things that rack my main characters with guilt, sadness, and other similar emotions. This is probably because I have always been very sensitive emotionally. My husband once remarked that the entire climax of one of my stories could be a facial expression or comment that sent the character into a downward spiral. He advised me, rightly, that not everyone gets that sort of thing.

In the end, I see my tendency to focus on the undertones of human interaction as a limiting factor to my writing. To me, it is almost a manifestation of a lack of imagination. I mean really, don’t all of the great writers play fast and loose with reality from time to time?

Therefore, I’ve taken to spending some time studying the most over-the-top and colorful stuff I can get my hands on. No, it’s not mythology. Although, my friends know that I have an almost unhealthy love of Greek myth. No, all of the comic book movies coming out the summer have piqued my interest in classic superhero stories. Wikipedia and various fan sites dot my browser history, and I have even more respect for the writers than I did as an adolescent with a passing interest in the X-Men and Batman. These people have kept characters, relationships, and (most importantly) rivalries interesting for over 40 and 50 years. They certainly know a thing or two about taking some chances in a story line.

So, where better to learn about imagination than among caped crusaders?

Violence

So the husband’s step mother bought us two of these. Needless to say, we’ve been having lots of duels and cat hunts.

Sorry still nothing much to write about.

Adjournment

I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately. Yet, I don’t do anything useful with my insomniatic time. I mainly read about movies and comics and pet my cat with my foot. Well, no time to waste, I have to go goof off for a few hours…

(Sorry still blogger blocked.)

Fatuous

As a rule, the husband and I try to keep things pretty practical. Yes, we may have a rather large video game and movie budget, but we don’t really spend a lot on fancy dinners or nights out. However, there is one slightly frivolous purchase we find ourselves pondering over regularly. The argument can be made for its practicality, but I’m not so sure.

What is this tempting product, you ask? It is none other than a scooter. We’re not sure which brand yet, but we want a European-style scooter to putt around in and give limited mobility to one of us while the other has the car. Plus, the husband said that he would start taking it to work.

We’re thinking about one of the big Vino’s:

Yummy scooty.

Flummoxed

I had an exhausting weekend, and my schedule shows no signs of slowing. I wish I could say the same for work these days, but I have hit a definite slump. I guess that means that I should start looking into doing some longer posts here to stay in the rhythm of writing. Maybe I’ll even publish some more fiction.

For now, though, nothing much to report. I actually have an acute case of bloggers’ block. Times like these I wish I had a camera. You should see the beautiful blue jays and finches that congregate on my patio.

Phantasmagoria

We just came in from watching the Project Runway at a friend’s house, and evidentally my husband stepped in some sort of cat hallucinogen. As soon as he stepped inside, Arlo and Star were rubbing on his feet and shoes. This is to be expected—Star has a shoe fetish—but it all got a little out of hand when Arlo began rolling on the floor and biting his feet.

They’ve calmed down now, but they’re still pretty interested in the hubby’s feet. Maybe we need to talk to them about catnip.

Pertinaciousness

Or How to Persevere

I’m incredibly proud of my husband today. Last month, he worked a full day everyday, came home for an hour or two, and then went to school for two more hours. This was four days a week. It was a hard time for both of us. When he took his final last week, he told me that more than anything he hoped it wouldn’t all be for nothing. Today, he showed me the A on his transcript.

I’ve been going through some long and pointless labor, and I’m not sure when the end is going to come. Sometimes, I don’t think it will ever get here. So, how do I persevere? I guess by keeping going. Maybe it’ll pay off.

Very zen of me, eh?

Garrulous

Grammar nerdy like me? Looking for a little light reading before bed? Do a little reading up on the differences between style guides.

I have to admit it: This rabbit hole is why this post isn’t longer. Now I’m looking into why each standard uses different rules. Localization concerns for technical documentation. Clarity for AP. Fascinating, but I should really go to bed.