After looking at today's writer's block I knew I wouldn't have to search long for a good blog:
It's Stephen King's birthday! Who is your favorite character from one of his books?
>Stephen King
>having a favorite character
I guess that Satan character from The Stand. Randal Flagg or some shit? He was arguably King's most interesting character but he didn't really do anything with him. I find when you base a character around being mysterious it's a great move after a 1,500 page book to offer no exposition or explanation as to what, exactly, he is.
Hmm..
I remember the first full novel I ever read by King was Bag of Bones. I really immediately liked Mike Noonan. But I mean, King always delves so deeply into his narrators, you sort become the person, and it's hard not to get attached. I think I fell in love with Mattie right along with him.
Stephen King has exactly one narrator: angry alcoholic writer.
By sheer coincidence King himself is a writer. And an alcoholic.
I think you're taking the advice of "write what you know" a bit too literally, King. Or maybe he's not and he only knows himself.
I don't know. I don't like being mean to Stephen King as much as I do, say, U2, because Stephen King seems like a nice guy in real life but it's really hard to defend his writing.
Oh, and then there was little Danny Torrence. The Shining was so good. Perfect, even, but more for the style of writing than the characters.
I read that book in 9th grade and even to my primitive 9th grade mind it was painfully apparent he had no idea what he was doing with his story from the beginning.
I feel when it comes to these supernatural horror stories you run into something of a dilemma towards the end. The only part that's suspenseful or scary or tense or whatever is that the monster is unknown, but when you explain it it stops being scary-- or you can opt to not explain it, but then it's going to be a letdown.
I actually have a fairly good idea of getting around this serious issue but I'd like to keep it to myself in case someone beat me to it then I wouldn't look as clever.
Let's see, what else..
I fell in love with Ben when I read It. Plain and simple.
But now that I've been thinking about it, it's hit me:
Nick Andros. Gotta be Nick. Always.
You've read way more Stephen King books than I have.
Stephen King did write one (sort of) legit story, though: The Running Man.
It's not especially well written but it's fairly interesting and does anticipate the notion of reality TV a solid 30 years before it actually happens so it's a vision if nothing else.
I can't even get over how well he was written. So don't even ask me to further explain, I just love him. I'm in love with him. I'm in love with the way he was written. That's enough. I can't put it any other way.
Was my copy of The Stand defective or what's going on here? I didn't see any of that in mine.
He's really annoying me. Hah. This is exactly what happened with Ray. It always happens.
I think I might actually be into somebody. I think I might find somebody that could, eventually, make me feel the way that he did.
But they never wait long enough, LiveJournal. They make it so obvious, and they ask me out after we've been talking for all of two weeks.
This is how this entry starts, incidentally.
Get a drink and get comfortable because this bitch has a lot to say and she isn't in any hurry and she doesn't care if you understand it.
Bad timing.
Just let me fall for you, jeez.
I'm sorry, was I supposed to get a rulebook when I started talking to you?
Also don't fucking flatter yourself, honey. I asked you out. I didn't anticipate this turning into a grand project on par with an award winning Warhammer army.
At least with the Warhams I'd have an awesome vision of the far future. With you I'm just paying for dinner.
You say you don't want to rush things, but then you go and act so awkwardly around me.
If we aren't even comfortable talking, what in the world makes you think..
Sorry, that's just me struggling to hold your end of the conversation up as well as mine.
College girls aren't the conversationalists they seem to think they are.
So Corey comes up to me today, and.. I'm trying to talk to him, you know? The way that we used to. Fuck, the way that we were last week. And he can hardly look at me, he's so afraid of me it's crazy.
Me, afraid of you?
Hang on, let me check the Bible (Warhammer rulebook)--
Uh-oh, I found this line:
No Pity! No Remorse! No Fear!
Emphasis on the last part of that.
Speaking of, there was a boy band in the mid 90s called No Remorse.
Kind of mixed messages I'm getting, here. Gay boy band whose name is NO REMORSE.
So then he asks me for my number.
But he has to do it like an idiot.
"Hey what's your number? I might call you if I take a notion."
If you're going this route (and I cannot recommend this route less. Well, maybe if she were covered in dead plague rats and on fire, but that's only maybe) then you really have to seem uninterested in her.
She's the kind of girl that thrives on that notion of "hard won attention" and you've been stupefied by her, err, "powers of charm" so there's no way she'll take an interest in you now.
"So.. Hedar... This is a really, um, random and stupid question, but... Do you have a phone?"
Give me this yahoo's email address. I need to set him straight.
Oh Jesus Corey if you have to tell me that it's random and stupid, it obviously isn't "Yeah, I have a phone!" shit I really don't want to text you, oh God, no "You want my number?"
"..Y-yeah, if you don't mind."
"No, what gave you that idea? I'm looking to get a new phone and I was wondering what you had."
Seriously dude, you could have her humping your leg like a dog in a week, tops.
He says it's friendly. He keeps saying it, but he isn't acting friendly. He's acting annoying and immature. We aren't in middle school anymore, dude.
You've totally emasculated him and he doesn't have the extensive Space Marine training I do to handle this.
Ah, well, maybe it's for the best. This sort of shit is exactly what makes real life Space Marines, you know.
I miss him today, a tiny bit. Tch.
If I asked him for his number, maybe I'd be stuttering like an idiot, too.
..Actually, no. I'm pretty good at being chill in those situations. I'm fairly smooth. I'd woo it out of him, with an even voice, and a slightly arched eyebrow, and a side-ways smile, and no hint whatsoever at anything more than friendly.
Uh-huh.
So the crux of this problem is he's awkward around her but she's being such a frigid bitch and he's so lovesick he doesn't know what to do about it.
The only rational solution is to drown both of them in ammonia.
We were at lunch today, and my people went to get themselves some baked goods, so we were alone.
He looks at me and says "So.. about dinner, was it definitely a yes?"
Any person who refers to her friends as "her people" isn't someone you want to date.
Seriously the only this cunt could have a more obvious warning is if a fucking air raid siren sounded whenever you approached her.
And I say "Well... I just want friends right now.."
And he pauses for a moment and says "..Oh! Oh well, I mean, I meant it in a friendly kind of way."
"Hey just thought I'd ask but if you hate free dinner then I can find someone else, I'm sure."
And then proceeds to explain to me that while he does have a crush on me, he doesn't want to rush things.
"You know I thought we were cool but I apparently misjudged our relationship. I won't bother you with this again."
For added effect you can also add that you've actually gone out with guy friends before and asking someone to do something isn't automatically a date.
You know, sort of like what you did only not fucking stupid.
And somehow, that's his idea of "friendly". Not rushing. He doesn't seem to get that it isn't about the pace we're setting, it's about the fact that I don't want to set anything with him at all.
The guy is quite clearly into you, so when you say stuff like "I just want to be friends for now" to him the implication there is "someday maybe we'll be an item."
Take whatever brain power he has and put it at 75% and that's what he's working with at best around you. You know this dopiness around girls is very easily tempered in the fires of hate but that requires literally years of intensive cultivation I don't think our boy is prepared to undertake.
He annoyed me today.
I mean honestly? It was friendly, that's all?
>he annoyed me
>HE WAS BEING FRIENDLY (frowny face optional)
See what I mean when I say my strategy would pay off in spades?
You want to be distant and brief, but not rude or condescending. You can be a little bit of a dick to her, though.
For your skill level (absolute fucking beginner I fear) you should probably keep your tactica dominatus simple.
I think I embarrassed him. Because friendly, is asking me at the table surrounded by our friends. Friendly, is inviting some of them, too. Friendly, is having an actual occasion, like a cool movie coming out.
He did that?
Or was that what he should have done?
Either way it sounds like a reasonable thing to say.
Friendly is not making use of the class change to sneak up on me when I'm by myself, and then taking nervous, deep breathes to prepare yourself for the next step, which is stuttering your way to asking me on a dinner date.
Um, no.
Not falling for it.
Heed this failure and see that it does not happen again.
So I turned him down - at least, I hope he got the picture. And of course, I'm mildly embarrassed because he's trying to turn this all onto me, but not really. More like annoyed at the now horribly awkward atmosphere surrounding us.
Are you in high school or college?
I was almost positive college but now I'm leaning towards high school.
You're fucked, I'm afraid, Corey.
Here's a post entitled "I'm Broken, But Don't Fix Me" and I'm debating whether or not I want to read these words.
I'm not sure where I am, exactly, but I've been thinking about where I've been.
Emotionally speaking.
And I think I have some sort of pattern.
I suppose I'll start with the "good" phase.
No fuck it.
"You could... Let me take you to dinner."
And the whole time he was practically shaking with nerves, and I could tell that he was debating whether or not to follow through, and when he did he looked at me with his big, hazel eyes, and he looked so scared, and I..
Just, couldn't say no. "No" didn't even come to mind. I said "yes" and he said "really?" and I confirmed:
Yes.
And went to class.
And then you're pissed later about why he thought you wanted him to take you to dinner.
Gee, I dunno, because he asked and you said yes?
Also am I really reliving this grand tale of adventure on the high seas for a fourth time?
But thinking about it now, I feel kind of sick and reluctant. I mean... I have to go to dinner with him. I have to tell The Mother that a boy wants to take me to dinner. Even worse, she'll probably have to drive me as I am without a license and live so far out that he couldn't pick me up.
Bitch can't even drive and you're getting nervous around her? She should be thanking you for your interest, man.
I was at school..
Montessori school, and I was six,
Oi. Oh, that's when the towers fell. I can figure out how hold you are now~
So let's see. You were six in 2001 so that means you were born sometime in 1995 so that means you're 16.
You know you'd think I'd feel bad about picking on a 16 year old but I don't give a fuck if she's 16 and retarded. She shouldn't be posting this nonsense to Livejournal where anyone can read it.
Oh man this is so fucking boring I can't even stand it. I seriously spent the last five minutes staring out into nothing.
Oh shit I just did it again.
Ohhh I better find something better to do with my time.
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