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[Feb. 5th, 2009|10:47 pm] |
I am working as a delivery driver. One of my frequent customers is named Carson. Carson never tips. Carson lives at 22366 Cambridge Drive in Kildeer, Illinois. If you are ever near 22366 Cambridge Drive, Kildeer, Illinois, please yell at him.
That is all. |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 10 |
[Dec. 7th, 2008|03:35 pm] |
And now we're back to Faye's viewpoint. Sorry this one took so much longer. I spent most of this week trying to rewrite part 8, and it just has me stumped. I'm completely unsure as to how to tell Georgia's story. I am open to any suggestions. Anyway, I decided to just leave Georgia alone for now and move on to part 10. That was good move, 'cause part 10 came easy. Writing as Faye always comes easy. I find it very natural to get in her head. Feel free to joke about what that says about me. Anyway, here's part 10!
NOTE : I got a job! As such, I will soon not have nearly as much free time to spend writing, so updates to this story may come more slowly than before. Sorry, but I needs money.
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 10 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 9 |
[Nov. 29th, 2008|07:27 pm] |
Meet Milo! In this segment, we meet the ship's AI. I got up around 6,000 words for this one, which I really didn't think I was gonna be able to do. Writing AI stream of consciousness turned out to be harder than I thought. However, it also turned out to be hilarious. This is one of the few times where I have actually laughed out loud at something I wrote. And unlike my first version of part 3, this is intentionally funny. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 9 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 8 |
[Nov. 26th, 2008|01:27 pm] |
Meet Georgia Monroe! I'm a little unsure about this one. For one thing, she has a much smaller introduction than Miguel or Xiaoli. For another, I'm not sure the trial format works. Finally, I'm worried that the character is not very likable. Anyway, feedback please!
NOTE : The reason there's no date at the beginning of the trial transcript is that this trial takes place at the end of my story, and I'll have to finish writing the story to know exactly what date that will be. For now it's blank. When the story is done, I'll go back and fill it in.
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 8 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 7 |
[Nov. 19th, 2008|07:55 pm] |
I'm on a roll! I'm thinking that maybe 2,500 words shouldn't be my goal, it should be my bare minimum, because I keep going way over it. This one was about 5,600 words. The last one was 7,000 something. This makes me pretty happy with myself. Anyway, here's part 7. Meet Deng Xiaoli!
NOTE : If I ever make any money off of this story, I owe royalties to Michael Burch for the character of Deng Xiaoli. The Durga subplot was eliminated because it was blatantly ripped off from something else, and the character's name was changed because I forgot it, but other than that, it's his character.
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 7 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 6 |
[Nov. 15th, 2008|01:41 am] |
I went overboard again! This portion of the story contains about 7,250 words. I was aiming for 2,500. Oops! Anyway, here's a new chapter of the story and a new character for ya.
NOTE : If I ever make any money off of this story, I owe royalties to Rob Martin for the character of Miguel Withersby.
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 6 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 5 |
[Nov. 7th, 2008|02:55 pm] |
I'm writing up a storm this week! Here's part five. It's from Tanaka's perspective. I'm gonna be changing perspective frequently as the story goes on. In fact, it's gonna be a while before we see the story through Faye's eyes again. Don't worry, though, we'll get back there. For now, you get the world as Tanaka sees it. Next you'll get Miguel. You'll find out who he is later. OK, more story!
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 5 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 4 |
[Nov. 6th, 2008|07:48 pm] |
Edit time! I got some bad feedback on part 3. Apparently, I can't write porn. Well, you never know until you try. Anyway, I rewrote part 3 and cut it into two different sections, the second one you see before you. If you read the pre-edit version, the one that was my crappy attempt at erotica, go back and read part 3 before you read this, because part 3 has changed. And now, part 4!
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 4 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 2 |
[Oct. 24th, 2008|05:51 pm] |
I've got more done! I was planning on updating this every Sunday, but I found some more time to write this week, so you get the next installment sooner. This next portion takes the form of a journal entry written by Faye, so ironically, it actually reads kind of like a livejournal entry. For those of you who know the Transhuman Space universe where my story takes place, this installment might be a bit boring, as a lot of it is just setting up the universe. It might be a bit boring even to people who don't know the universe, as setup can tend to be dull. Nevertheless, I've got to tell you about the world of 2100 before I proceed into it, so this step is necessary. However, in the next installment I promise a lot more mystery and probably some hot virtual sex. So, here's more story!
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 2 ) |
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| Dorothy From Kansas, Part 1 |
[Oct. 19th, 2008|07:47 pm] |
OK, so those who've been talking to me lately know that I've been extremely depressed what with the life I had planned for myself falling apart. As a part of this depression, I've been unable to get myself to write anything. This is unacceptable. I don't think I'm going to be happy until I start writing again, ergo, I must write. However, I'm 48 kinds of fragile right now, and I need encouragement, so I'm going to be writing here. I'm hoping my friends will give me feedback and help me get myself and my sense of self worth back on track. I'm going to be writing a science fiction story based on a roleplaying game I tried to run years ago which never got off the ground. Those who were going to be in sed roleplaying game will probably recognize it. I'm going to be writing it in installments, so if you like what you see, please do what you can to get me to write more. Please, please let me know what you think, people. I need this. So, without further buildup, here is the first installment of "Dorothy From Kansas".
( Dorothy From Kansas, Part 1 ) |
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| An Amazing Poem |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|11:44 pm] |
I like the flowers and the sky,
They light up my spirit and let it fly,
They keep my happiness in high supply,
Unlike our current political leadership.
P.S. My soul is in chaos. |
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| ATTENTION CANOOKS |
[Aug. 31st, 2008|11:03 pm] |
Dear Canadian Friends,
I have left messages with a number of you but no one is calling me back. I realize you are all probably super busy and that you are not really phone people, but I miss you all terribly and I can't afford to buy a plane ticket just to go drinking with you all. I want to talk to my canooks ASAP. It's been months since I've heard an "eh" said in genuine earnest. I've been watching the election down here and it's not parliamentary AT ALL. I haven't been drunk in months. MONTHS. I realize you all think of me as a badass writing genius with a massive cock and a rapier wit who needs no one because he's a devil-may-care maverick with nothing to loose and also he rides a motorcycle and loves kittens but can't tell anyone because that would breaks his tough guy facade, but when I'm missing you wonderful people, I turn into a sad, pathetic, whiny, doughy marshmallow man who still has a pretty big cock and loves kittens but is now totally open about it. Call me and lessen my canook withdrawal.
P.S. I blogged this pathetic plea for attention while totally and 100% sober. That is how bad I miss you. |
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| Fever Craziness |
[May. 18th, 2008|06:24 am] |
So a few days ago, when my fever was really bad, I went to sleep next to my laptop and when I woke up, I found I had written these in my sleep and labeled them the world's most confusing pickup lines. One of them I'd come up with in the past, and another I stole from Scrubs, but the other's just poored out of my fever. Enjoy.
1. Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice that there aren't enough bees.
2. I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll forget your shoes.
3. Did it just get Jewish in here, or is that just me?
4. I don't think you're eating enough hazelnuts. My name is not Hazel.
5. Did you get your tickets?
To what?
To the Aquarium! (man throws a drink on the floor)
6. Peter Lorre was so much hotter than you.
7. I have genital herpes... for you.
8. Sorry about that.
About what?
Exactly. (winks)
9. Is your dad a banker, 'cause I just pooped in your car.
10. Nice shoes. Wanna make 'em jealous? |
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| Where In I Rant About The Sad State Of Rural America And Then Extol On The Virtues Of Ego |
[Apr. 17th, 2008|11:01 am] |
OK, so my Yankee friends are probably aware of all the comment that Barack Obama made about how people in small town America are bitter over the loss of jobs and their bitterness tends to make them cling to things like guns and cause them to blame Mexicans, and that in their situation, that's understandable. For my Canadian friends who might not follow American politics all that closely... all those things I just said that he said? Well, he said them. First of all, he said them in a closed door meeting, so it's kind of bullshit that we're hearing those comments anyway. He thought he was talking in private. Uncool, whoever leaked that to the press.
Second, I don't care if some people find that offensive, he's TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY ACCURATE! 100%. Seriously, go down to the South, it is doubleplusbitter. It's the kind of place where when mothers tell their seven year olds to say their prayers, the seven year olds take the cigarette out of their mouths just long enough to say "Yea right, ma. Like there's a God." It's the most depressing place on Earth, and that's coming from someone currently living in a third-world nation. At least in India every generation is having it better than the last one. Go down to Bitterssippi or Where-Hope-Goes-To-Die-ia and you'll see that that isn't the case. I've spent time in Arkansas. Every morning, I woke up, looked outside, and then I said to myself "You know, I was gonna have some breakfast, but instead I think I'll just cry." All the jobs are gone, all the land is owned by agrobusiness so you can't farm, all the schools suck, and no one is helping you. Your screwed. You're stuck in a hellhole with no way out and no one is doing anything to try and make it better, because the Democrats don't give a crap about you for the most part, and the Republicans have been using bullshit about how Democrats are gonna ban the Bible to get you to vote Republican for years, all the while doing nothing to improve your lives. No one is helping you. Both of our political parties have turned their backs on you. HOW COULD YOU POSSIBLY NOT BE BITTER?!?! You're human beings, not Disney Princesses!! You don't have that level of insane, child-like optimism! See, that's exactly what the news and the politicians want you to think about rural America. That they're fucking Ariel from The Little Mermaid. Ariel thinks her dad is domineering, she has no control over he life, she's all upset, but then HOLD ON! WAIT A MINUTE! EVERYTHING'S BETTER NOW! She's happy all of a sudden! You know why? 'CAUSE SHE FOUND A FUCKING FORK!! She's just that fucking easy to please! She finds a fork and suddenly she's so happy that it's DRAMATIC MUSICAL NUMBER TIME! That's what the news and politicians think about the South. They think they can get photographed pulling a lever at a factory or feeding milk to a goat (which are jobs that no longer exist down there, by the way) and everyone will love them. Why people find Barack Obama's comments more offensive than the incredibly patronizing way that our leaders have been treating rural America for the past 30 years, I can't fathom. However, I'm very happy that someone is running who seems to get that when a President is elected, he is President of the WHOLE COUNTRY, not just the people who gave money to his campaign. Sorry rural America is poor Republicans, and sorry you don't like their values Democrats, but you still have to help them.
Third, people are saying that these comments indicate that Barack Obama is elitist, that he thinks he's better than most people. Well, you know what? OF COURSE HE DOES, HE'S RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT! Think about that. He's is attempting to lead the most powerful country in the world. He is looking at our nation right now, with it's horrible economy, it's unending wars in Iraq and Afghanistan, it's flagrant abuses of human rights, it's impending climate crisis, it's energy crisis, it's healthcare crisis, it's massive poverty both urban and rural, and after looking at all of that, he is looking at himself in the mirror and saying "YES! I WILL FIX THIS! I WILL LEAD THEM OUT OF THE DARKNESS!! FOLLOW ME, FOR I AM THE OBAMA, AND I SHALL TAKE YOU TO THE PROMISED LAND!!!!!" Hilary, McCain, and every other Presidential candidate they we've EVER HAD is doing that by running, with the exception that they probably don't call themselves "The Obama". Hilary probably calls herself "THE SECOND COMING OF CLINTON" and McCain probably calls himself "THE BEE'S KNEES" (Note to my Canadian friends : John McCain is very old). LOL, now I can't stop laughing at the phrase "FOR I AM THE BEE'S KNEES, AND I SHALL TAKE YOU TO THE PROMISED LAND!!!!!" I've gotta get the giggles out of my system. Gimme a minute.
OK, I'm back. Anyway, running for President means that you think you're better than most people. There's no way to say that you will lead some 300 million people without in some way thinking your better than them. If you didn't think you were better than them, you'd think one of them should have the job. Sorry, that's how it works! Our elected officials think their better than us, and they could probably get a lot more done if they didn't have to pretend that they didn't think they were better than us, so let's please abandon this silly notion so we can let them get back to work. Their ego is what allows them to make decisions for millions of other people with confidence. It's a good thing.
And fourth, while I'm at it, why on Earth do we want someone "just like us" to be President in the first place? Shouldn't we actually want someone BETTER than us? Isn't that a good thing? Doesn't "elite" actually mean "the best of the best"? Isn't that who should be President? Think about it long and hard. Do you really want someone just like you to be President? No, of course you don't. You suck. You suck a lot. Not as a human being, as a human being you're probably great, but in terms of world leaders, you suck. Big time. Granted, I don't actually know who I'm talking to here, but I'm betting there aren't too many people who would make good world leaders reading my blog. Here in India, the Prime Minister is Manmohan Singh. Manmohan Singh has two undergraduate degrees, a masters degree, a Doctorate of Philosophy, an honorary Doctorate in Civil Law, and a long, impressive career as an economist. He went to Oxford and Cambridge. He is an intellectual. Most of the people that I speak to over here say that they elected him because HE'S A GENIUS, AND HE HAS THE INTELLIGENCE AND SKILL TO FIX INDIA'S PROBLEMS. WHY CAN'T WE THINK LIKE THAT?!?! DOESN'T THAT MAKE SENSE!?! Have any of you ever even HEARD of a US President's intelligence BEING CONSIDERED AS A MAJOR ISSUE?! I, for one, want us to think more like India in this regard. I want someone for President who is, as Jon Stewart put it "embarrassingly superior to me". Someone who speaks 16 languages, has 8 doctorates, someone who is an absolute super-genius and is capable of understanding everything that goes on in the world. For my friends who've played Scion, someone with at least three dots of Epic Intelligence. I want to elect The Professor from Gilligan's Island or The Doctor from Doctor Who. Someone with "The" as a first name. OK, The Doctor was born on Galifrey, so he's not eligible, but you get my point. SUPERGENIUS FOR PRESIDENT!!! Because while The Constitution may be right when it says that "All men were created equal"... look around you. Just look around at the people in this world. You'll realize that while we may have been create equal, we sure as hell don't stay that way for long.
Also, send a link to this blog to any of your friends who you think might enjoy this entry, because while we're on the topic of ego being a good thing, this is one of my best rants ever. |
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| YAY! |
[Mar. 20th, 2008|01:11 pm] |
I sent in a gaming universe to Steve Jackson Games... and they liked it! I'm being asked to send in a much more formal proposal, but if that gets approved, then I will have me a published gaming book, as well as bait with which to lure in a literary agent! I'm a happy Sean. Anyway, I don't want to mention the setting on Livejournal seeing as how if it actually gets published, Steve Jackson Games might be mad at me for being spoiler-y, but if any of my pals wanna know what it's about (a number of you already do) email me and I'll send you a copy of the same proposal I sent Steve Jackson Games.
Happy. |
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| (no subject) |
[Mar. 16th, 2008|11:33 am] |
Everyone has things they blog about.
Everyone has things they don't blog about.
Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, thoughts on lima beans, favourite type of underwear, graphic techniques, etc.
Repost in your own journal so that we can all learn more about each other! |
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| A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Mosque... |
[Jan. 19th, 2008|07:00 pm] |
I went on a tour of the Old City in Kashmir, where all the really beautiful mosques are. I'll show you pictures of the mosques, but first...
That is exactly what it looks like. That's just a random door in a residential neighborhood in the Old City that someone has painted the word "DANGER" (in English and Kashmiri, mind you) and a skull and crossbones on. This door was not any official building, it was just some house. If you'll notice in the upper left, the door is locked from the outside. Maybe it's my over active imagination, but this is one of the most frightening things I've ever seen. What is behind that door!? Did some Kashmiri man capture a Yeti? Did he accidentally make the world's spiciest samosa? Is the Indian Nuclear Program just REALLY poorly guarded? What the fuck is in there!?!?! I have never wanted to open a door more. Also, I was the only one freaking out about this door. Everyone else didn't even respond. It's not just me, right? In America or Canada, Danger Door would be scary, wouldn't it people? If someone out there would make a Danger Door in America or Canada, just to see how people respond, I'd really appreciate it. I have to figure out why the Kashmiri are not freaked out by Danger Door, and whether or not that's because there are MORE Danger Doors. I don't even want to think about that. Moving on to mosques, and the crazy shit that happened that day.
( Misadventures in Mosqueland ) |
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| I'M IN KASHMIR!!!! |
[Jan. 13th, 2008|03:28 pm] |
Everyone not nestled in the Himalayas can suck it.
Actual post to come later. |
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| I Had Snoo-Snoo |
[Nov. 18th, 2007|10:21 pm] |
Everyone.....
I finally had sex.
It was sex and it was glorious and it was beautiful and it was sex.
I'm a happy Sean.
That is all the information I'm giving now.
HUZZAH!!!!!!!!!! |
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