I regaled many with my story about how the movie theater caught fire. One of my coworkers who had seen the whole movie threatened to tell me the end about 500,000 times. He will burn. He will burn.
Kind of annoyed because another one of my coworkers got to basically stand outside all shift and do nothing but watch the Madden tournament we were hosting, and make sure nobody used illegal plays. While I busted my buns inside with a million billion customers. Jerk.
I'm sick of bandwagon haters. You wouldn't think that such a thing as an online webcomic would inspire both fanboys and haters, but there you are. The funny thing comes when one comic that everyone loves produces a comic that - if the exact same dialogue was transposed into another comic that everyone hates - people would say it sucked. That is to say, Comic 1 made a comic everyone likes, if Comic 2 made a comic with its own characters but the same dialogue, everyone would say that comic sucked. I hate mindless fanboys/haters.
With an inspiration I got tonight between games of this one "Race to the Galaxy" game my friend Nolan showed me, that brings my total number of story ideas floating around in my head to an even half-dozen, five of which are Protector of the Universe stories. It remains to be seen how many will eventually crystallize into actual stories. I suspect most. Two are already half-written.
It's my 20th birthday on Tuesday. Go me.
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Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Today, And Today's D&D Session
This morning wasn't very interesting. I woke up around noon, after all, so I technically didn't experience any of it. When I went to go get lunch, I encountered people playing a bounce-the-enormous-ball-back-and-forth game in the plaza, so I joined them briefly. Since I tried to hit the enormous ball overhand, I was told that I had to wave my "newbie card" in shame. I did so. Shamefully. But it worked out in the end.
D&D was action-packed, if short. We fought against many, many undead creatures. My character was in excellent form, in that he threw one creature across the room with a blast of fire that ended up with him impaling himself upon an altar to my character's god. Bad to the bone, my guy is. I blew the head off another one, but, y'know, undead. It doesn't really matter.
Not much to say...The Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vS8rpt1y6lk which is a song from the musical "Man of La Mancha" called "I, Don Quixote," sung by a professional singer with a really amazing voice, Brian Mitchell.
Oh, and there's this comic strip I've started reading, called "minus." It's about a little girl with reality-warping powers. I just found it today, honest, so it has nothing to do with my Protector of the Universe stories. But it's an interesting take on things. http://www.kiwisbybeat.com/minus.html Check 'em out.
I'll get to the replies at the end of this three-updates-in-three-days period. I may add to this later tonight.
D&D was action-packed, if short. We fought against many, many undead creatures. My character was in excellent form, in that he threw one creature across the room with a blast of fire that ended up with him impaling himself upon an altar to my character's god. Bad to the bone, my guy is. I blew the head off another one, but, y'know, undead. It doesn't really matter.
Not much to say...The Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vS8rpt1y6lk which is a song from the musical "Man of La Mancha" called "I, Don Quixote," sung by a professional singer with a really amazing voice, Brian Mitchell.
Oh, and there's this comic strip I've started reading, called "minus." It's about a little girl with reality-warping powers. I just found it today, honest, so it has nothing to do with my Protector of the Universe stories. But it's an interesting take on things. http://www.kiwisbybeat.com/minus.html Check 'em out.
I'll get to the replies at the end of this three-updates-in-three-days period. I may add to this later tonight.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Not Really Much To Say...
It's true. I don't really have much to say. I'd write a short story - I have a few more ideas floating around in my head - but I just really don't have any creative inspiration at the moment. Anyone who writes will know what I mean.
I worked all day, from noon to 8:30. I ran into a friend of mine I knew from work, Larry, and we reminisced in the back until pangs of conscience reminded me that I was in fact getting paid for this malarkey. So I went back to work. I was in the zone today...I did quite well, in terms of selling Edge cards and reserves of video games. So, good news there.
Vic believes that if I won tonight's lottery - at $38 million, if I took the lump sum as I planned, I would receive roughly $12 million - and did not give away at least 20%-25% of my money to charity, that I was a horrible person. I maintained that there was no imperative, legal, moral, or otherwise, to compel me to give away one dang cent of my imagined winnings, and it was entirely my choice...and not giving away $3 million did not make me a terrible person. I don't think I could bring myself to part with $3 million all at once anyway. I had trouble enough parting with 5,000 World of WarCraft gold to buy my epic flying mount. I would no doubt give hundreds of thousands away - perhaps even a million - but it's my danged imaginary winnings, and I'll do with it as I please. I'm under no obligation to do otherwise. (Besides, as I plan to invest in the stock market, I'll be helping companies grow and creating jobs, which is charitable enough in and of itself, even if it's done with the aim of making me moneys.) I will buy you a new car though, Dan, even though you took my money at poker.
That's about it.
The Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uSlqI1AVUk It's a parody of the rather more famous Nickelback song, Rock Star, which you can find here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrcTz5XRtN8 If you don't know the video, watch the real one first, and the parody second. It's quite amusing.
REPLIES.
Steven: I know, I know, it's not supposed to be for my personal enjoyment, but it's still boring. A GPS? Fascinating. Are you going to circle around in your driveway and marvel at how you know exactly where you are?
Jake: Yeah, tell me about it. And Daniel summed it up pretty well in his comment, so go back and read it.
Daniel: Pretty much. Er, bye.
The end.
I worked all day, from noon to 8:30. I ran into a friend of mine I knew from work, Larry, and we reminisced in the back until pangs of conscience reminded me that I was in fact getting paid for this malarkey. So I went back to work. I was in the zone today...I did quite well, in terms of selling Edge cards and reserves of video games. So, good news there.
Vic believes that if I won tonight's lottery - at $38 million, if I took the lump sum as I planned, I would receive roughly $12 million - and did not give away at least 20%-25% of my money to charity, that I was a horrible person. I maintained that there was no imperative, legal, moral, or otherwise, to compel me to give away one dang cent of my imagined winnings, and it was entirely my choice...and not giving away $3 million did not make me a terrible person. I don't think I could bring myself to part with $3 million all at once anyway. I had trouble enough parting with 5,000 World of WarCraft gold to buy my epic flying mount. I would no doubt give hundreds of thousands away - perhaps even a million - but it's my danged imaginary winnings, and I'll do with it as I please. I'm under no obligation to do otherwise. (Besides, as I plan to invest in the stock market, I'll be helping companies grow and creating jobs, which is charitable enough in and of itself, even if it's done with the aim of making me moneys.) I will buy you a new car though, Dan, even though you took my money at poker.
That's about it.
The Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uSlqI1AVUk It's a parody of the rather more famous Nickelback song, Rock Star, which you can find here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hrcTz5XRtN8 If you don't know the video, watch the real one first, and the parody second. It's quite amusing.
REPLIES.
Steven: I know, I know, it's not supposed to be for my personal enjoyment, but it's still boring. A GPS? Fascinating. Are you going to circle around in your driveway and marvel at how you know exactly where you are?
Jake: Yeah, tell me about it. And Daniel summed it up pretty well in his comment, so go back and read it.
Daniel: Pretty much. Er, bye.
The end.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Home Again, Home Again, Whoopity Whoop
I just arrived home. I don't have that much time to write...but I have a decent amount. But...y'know...I don't have much to talk about, either.
Okay. I'm talking to TJ right now. He's asking about my breakup with Victoria. I thought, y'know, he actually cared about our mental and emotional well-being, that he wanted to be sure that we were doing well in the wake of one of the most catastrophic emotional events in either of our lifetimes (well, in my lifetime, anyway), that he wanted to be a good friend and support me and/or her in our time of need. But no, he just wanted to know if she was coming down and bringing the Magic card she promised him for Christmas. That fatso.
I made a couple of new friends yesterday. One of them is Jen, a girl who had heretofore lived just down the hall from me, but we had never really met. She, like me, is a writer, and she read my devil story with great interest. She showed me her blog, and an old essay she had written that was based on a Mark Twain quote: "I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only one in the world." It was neat. As soon as I remember what her blog was titled, I'll link to it. She's nice.
The other one was a guy named Joey, whom I met while I was wandering around a dark campus at 3:00 AM last night. I couldn't sleep. I encountered him near the student union, and he said he was on his way back from a friend's house. I offered to walk him back; I had nothing better to do with my time. We ended up talking. He's a freshman and a journalism student like myself, so I told him to take classes with a certain professor who was awesome. We spoke of sports and the merits of joining marching band, the various strategies one should undergo while in early years of college, and other such things.
I friended both of them on Facebook. Though I'm not the biggest fan of Facebook as it relates to a lot of people obsessing over it constantly, it is the most useful tool for finding and keeping track of people that I have ever seen. So, that's awesome.
Now I'm home. Which is likewise awesome. So, er, that's it. No YouTube link today, I'll save it for Monday and a more substantive post. It's short, but, well, I'll have more time later. All my friends are over. I'll have either a McMillan installment or another short story on Monday.
REPLIES.
Steve: So do I, frankly. And, again, knowing rules is one thing, but there's no call to be a jerk just because you know how to respond to a fast effect or know what gets past a split second or something. Shmovacs acted just like I thought he would.
Dad: I have a hard time believing that the devil would give someone immortality. It seems, er, kind of contrary to the point of getting someone's soul if he'll never die. And maybe this dorm battle is supposed to increase my resilience to annoying coworkers later in life. Perhaps this was intended in the design of dormitories...
Mom: It's sad, but true. I never win, except when I'm in the many in a many-on-one game like Fury of Dracula. As for the devil, the classical interpretation of him is someone who tells the truth, but warps and twists and distorts it beyond all recognition - yet, it's still technically the truth. I think of him as the ultimate wish corruptor. I don't know why the hotel blew up, frankly.
Travis: Good to see you, finally. Your attempt was successful. And, er, this was the story. There's not going to be a sequel. It's left as an exercise to the reader to wonder whether the devil eventually wore the guy down, although frankly I doubt it. We do combine the two - people from any group join any game - but we're still formally two groups. They don't want to go under my banner, as they've been operating for some time, and...I like having my own group. It makes me feel special.
Climate wars are always a difficulty. But I didn't know Kelli liked it so hot. I'd figure her for the sort who was always burning up and wanted the AC on. I gave the name of the book in the original post, but here it is again: Stick to Drawing Comics, Monkey Brain! by Scott Adams. And in case people didn't read Travis's comment, here is his blog:
www.travis-is-bored.blogspot.com
There, that was easy.
Bye.
Okay. I'm talking to TJ right now. He's asking about my breakup with Victoria. I thought, y'know, he actually cared about our mental and emotional well-being, that he wanted to be sure that we were doing well in the wake of one of the most catastrophic emotional events in either of our lifetimes (well, in my lifetime, anyway), that he wanted to be a good friend and support me and/or her in our time of need. But no, he just wanted to know if she was coming down and bringing the Magic card she promised him for Christmas. That fatso.
I made a couple of new friends yesterday. One of them is Jen, a girl who had heretofore lived just down the hall from me, but we had never really met. She, like me, is a writer, and she read my devil story with great interest. She showed me her blog, and an old essay she had written that was based on a Mark Twain quote: "I wonder how much it would take to buy a soap bubble, if there were only one in the world." It was neat. As soon as I remember what her blog was titled, I'll link to it. She's nice.
The other one was a guy named Joey, whom I met while I was wandering around a dark campus at 3:00 AM last night. I couldn't sleep. I encountered him near the student union, and he said he was on his way back from a friend's house. I offered to walk him back; I had nothing better to do with my time. We ended up talking. He's a freshman and a journalism student like myself, so I told him to take classes with a certain professor who was awesome. We spoke of sports and the merits of joining marching band, the various strategies one should undergo while in early years of college, and other such things.
I friended both of them on Facebook. Though I'm not the biggest fan of Facebook as it relates to a lot of people obsessing over it constantly, it is the most useful tool for finding and keeping track of people that I have ever seen. So, that's awesome.
Now I'm home. Which is likewise awesome. So, er, that's it. No YouTube link today, I'll save it for Monday and a more substantive post. It's short, but, well, I'll have more time later. All my friends are over. I'll have either a McMillan installment or another short story on Monday.
REPLIES.
Steve: So do I, frankly. And, again, knowing rules is one thing, but there's no call to be a jerk just because you know how to respond to a fast effect or know what gets past a split second or something. Shmovacs acted just like I thought he would.
Dad: I have a hard time believing that the devil would give someone immortality. It seems, er, kind of contrary to the point of getting someone's soul if he'll never die. And maybe this dorm battle is supposed to increase my resilience to annoying coworkers later in life. Perhaps this was intended in the design of dormitories...
Mom: It's sad, but true. I never win, except when I'm in the many in a many-on-one game like Fury of Dracula. As for the devil, the classical interpretation of him is someone who tells the truth, but warps and twists and distorts it beyond all recognition - yet, it's still technically the truth. I think of him as the ultimate wish corruptor. I don't know why the hotel blew up, frankly.
Travis: Good to see you, finally. Your attempt was successful. And, er, this was the story. There's not going to be a sequel. It's left as an exercise to the reader to wonder whether the devil eventually wore the guy down, although frankly I doubt it. We do combine the two - people from any group join any game - but we're still formally two groups. They don't want to go under my banner, as they've been operating for some time, and...I like having my own group. It makes me feel special.
Climate wars are always a difficulty. But I didn't know Kelli liked it so hot. I'd figure her for the sort who was always burning up and wanted the AC on. I gave the name of the book in the original post, but here it is again: Stick to Drawing Comics, Monkey Brain! by Scott Adams. And in case people didn't read Travis's comment, here is his blog:
www.travis-is-bored.blogspot.com
There, that was easy.
Bye.
Friday, November 23, 2007
An Extremely Short And Undescriptive Update
Sadly, it's true. I mean, what have I done that's noteworthy in the last 24 hours?
Oh, well, there's one thing. Last night my father and I had the following conversation.
Him: So when are you leaving tomorrow?
Me: I figured around 5:00.
Him: That's when the bus picks you up, then?
Me: ...What bus?
Him: ...What do you mean, what bus?
It transpired that he thought I was riding a bus home, and I thought he was driving me home. This caused no small amount of consternation in our household, no doubt. We were of the opinion that we were going to have to leave at noon tomorrow in order to make it to Gainesville with a reasonable amount of time left to drive back home. A bleak prospect, especially since I had already invited all of my friends over for games and lunch, but we had to work with what we were given.
Early the next morning, I set about calling the bus company every half an hour or so, hoping to get connected so I might beg and plead for a ticket on the 5:30 bus home from Miami. My parents agreed that they would take me to the bus stop at 5:15 and we would wait there and see if the bus would take me. If not, we would proceed, and they would find a hotel in Gainesville. Not an ideal solution, probably would have led to hurt feelings all around, but it was the best we could do.
Still, I was determined to make the most of my last few hours with my friends, so I invited everyone over anyway for lunch and lots of games of Magic. They trickled in, and as they did, I asked each person with a car if they would give me a ride instead. Each turned me down, understandably so, as who wants to drive all that way and then come back just because I was an idiot and didn't fix the departure times beforehand?
Then Stephen walked in, and our lament was related to him. He said "Oh, you're leaving today? My brother is driving up to UF this afternoon. He can probably give you a ride." A quick phone call confirmed that this was indeed the case and not merely a vain hope, and yet again, a hastily thrown-together deus-ex-machina saved my bacon. So, er, that worked out fairly well.
After Magic, a few of us went over to my friend Nolan's house, where we attempted to play StarCraft: The Board Game. I say attempted, because the instruction manual was about sixty pages long, and I couldn't make heads or tails of the rules even though I was the only one with the determination to try. So we abandoned the efforts (but we promised to try again later, because this is friggin' StarCraft, we can't just give that up!) and played Apples to Apples instead.
Apples to Apples is an entertaining game wherein each person has a hand of seven cards, each containing a thing, which can range from "My Mind" to "Cigarette Burns" to "Keanu Reeves" to "Waco, Texas" to, well, anything that's vaguely a noun. The judge (the role rotates each round) reveals an adjective card, like "Odd" or "Organic" or "Creepy" or even "European." Then each player secretly submits the card in his hand that most fits the adjective. It is then entirely up to the judge to determine which of the cards he was given fits the adjective most effectively. This can result in some odd choices, with "Alfred Hitchcock" chosen for "Creepy," "Glaciers" chosen for "Timeless," and of course, for "Awesome," the only card that could be chosen was "Batman." Obviously.
I also got to see my sister, Michelle, which is as rare an occurrence as it is an awesome one. She's off in her own little world...but in a way, it's much, much bigger than mine ever could be. You'd really have to know her.
Today's Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is this little ditty: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LB4jxdLTy-A An episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog, which is the best comedy/horror show I've ever seen. Emphasis on "horror" a little too often sometimes, but I like it a lot. This particular one is "King Ramses' Curse," wherein Eustace (the aged farmer, owner of the titular Courage) acquires an ancient Egyptian slab, to the wrath of its previous owner, the corpse of King Ramses. Hilarious results.
REPLIES.
Stephe: Well, yeah, I already said I was sorry, man. I can't be perfect and invite absolutely everyone. I'll be sure to invite you next time, I promise. Tell your brother thanks for giving me a ride. And you know what, the Gators are going to trash the Seminoles. Even you admit it. McMillan will make an appearance on Monday. And see? I ate your stinkin' cantaloupe. In front of you, even. Happy now?
Jake: Yes, WWH was awesome, if the ending was a bit contrived. The site I use for comics is http://comics.colpaca.net which contains most of the important Marvel comics from the last six months. And, as I say, McMillan will appear on Monday. Tonal shift, as I said. Wee-hee.
Vic: You say that...what does that mean? Is that because you enjoy the fact that I handily encapsulated everything you didn't care about to skip? I suppose you're right...but I was kind of tired, as I am now after driving for a long time, so it wasn't my best work. You'll see more of my best work on Monday, I promise. Tonal shift, woo-hoo. And don't you start on the cantaloupe bender.
Many goodbyes.
Oh, well, there's one thing. Last night my father and I had the following conversation.
Him: So when are you leaving tomorrow?
Me: I figured around 5:00.
Him: That's when the bus picks you up, then?
Me: ...What bus?
Him: ...What do you mean, what bus?
It transpired that he thought I was riding a bus home, and I thought he was driving me home. This caused no small amount of consternation in our household, no doubt. We were of the opinion that we were going to have to leave at noon tomorrow in order to make it to Gainesville with a reasonable amount of time left to drive back home. A bleak prospect, especially since I had already invited all of my friends over for games and lunch, but we had to work with what we were given.
Early the next morning, I set about calling the bus company every half an hour or so, hoping to get connected so I might beg and plead for a ticket on the 5:30 bus home from Miami. My parents agreed that they would take me to the bus stop at 5:15 and we would wait there and see if the bus would take me. If not, we would proceed, and they would find a hotel in Gainesville. Not an ideal solution, probably would have led to hurt feelings all around, but it was the best we could do.
Still, I was determined to make the most of my last few hours with my friends, so I invited everyone over anyway for lunch and lots of games of Magic. They trickled in, and as they did, I asked each person with a car if they would give me a ride instead. Each turned me down, understandably so, as who wants to drive all that way and then come back just because I was an idiot and didn't fix the departure times beforehand?
Then Stephen walked in, and our lament was related to him. He said "Oh, you're leaving today? My brother is driving up to UF this afternoon. He can probably give you a ride." A quick phone call confirmed that this was indeed the case and not merely a vain hope, and yet again, a hastily thrown-together deus-ex-machina saved my bacon. So, er, that worked out fairly well.
After Magic, a few of us went over to my friend Nolan's house, where we attempted to play StarCraft: The Board Game. I say attempted, because the instruction manual was about sixty pages long, and I couldn't make heads or tails of the rules even though I was the only one with the determination to try. So we abandoned the efforts (but we promised to try again later, because this is friggin' StarCraft, we can't just give that up!) and played Apples to Apples instead.
Apples to Apples is an entertaining game wherein each person has a hand of seven cards, each containing a thing, which can range from "My Mind" to "Cigarette Burns" to "Keanu Reeves" to "Waco, Texas" to, well, anything that's vaguely a noun. The judge (the role rotates each round) reveals an adjective card, like "Odd" or "Organic" or "Creepy" or even "European." Then each player secretly submits the card in his hand that most fits the adjective. It is then entirely up to the judge to determine which of the cards he was given fits the adjective most effectively. This can result in some odd choices, with "Alfred Hitchcock" chosen for "Creepy," "Glaciers" chosen for "Timeless," and of course, for "Awesome," the only card that could be chosen was "Batman." Obviously.
I also got to see my sister, Michelle, which is as rare an occurrence as it is an awesome one. She's off in her own little world...but in a way, it's much, much bigger than mine ever could be. You'd really have to know her.
Today's Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is this little ditty: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LB4jxdLTy-A An episode of Courage the Cowardly Dog, which is the best comedy/horror show I've ever seen. Emphasis on "horror" a little too often sometimes, but I like it a lot. This particular one is "King Ramses' Curse," wherein Eustace (the aged farmer, owner of the titular Courage) acquires an ancient Egyptian slab, to the wrath of its previous owner, the corpse of King Ramses. Hilarious results.
REPLIES.
Stephe: Well, yeah, I already said I was sorry, man. I can't be perfect and invite absolutely everyone. I'll be sure to invite you next time, I promise. Tell your brother thanks for giving me a ride. And you know what, the Gators are going to trash the Seminoles. Even you admit it. McMillan will make an appearance on Monday. And see? I ate your stinkin' cantaloupe. In front of you, even. Happy now?
Jake: Yes, WWH was awesome, if the ending was a bit contrived. The site I use for comics is http://comics.colpaca.net which contains most of the important Marvel comics from the last six months. And, as I say, McMillan will appear on Monday. Tonal shift, as I said. Wee-hee.
Vic: You say that...what does that mean? Is that because you enjoy the fact that I handily encapsulated everything you didn't care about to skip? I suppose you're right...but I was kind of tired, as I am now after driving for a long time, so it wasn't my best work. You'll see more of my best work on Monday, I promise. Tonal shift, woo-hoo. And don't you start on the cantaloupe bender.
Many goodbyes.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thanksgiving Post - To Give Thanks, That's Why We Do It
You might be thinking, aha, where was Wednesday's post? I say to you, aha, you couldn't expect me to keep to my regular schedule and not post on a holiday? That's ridiculous. So here's today's post...
Hmm. I don't know exactly how substantive this is going to be. My entire audience who reads this blog, mostly, has seen me and did whatever I did in the last few days. I can talk about the awesome Magic draft that we had, but everyone was there. I can talk about our delicious Thanksgiving dinner, but everyone had a delicious Thanksgiving dinner, so nothing really special and worth mentioning there.
I suppose it's worth mentioning that I'm going to post another installment of Dr. McMillan soon. It might be slightly shorter than the others...or not. But rest assured that I have a very definite idea of where I'm going with it this time, that (as it has been pointed out by more adept readers than I) I somewhat was lacking in last time. I panicked, realized I had to update, and came up with something good. Not great, but good. As I say, my girlfriend, whom I love very much and is quite skilled in these matters, will edit and proofread the next installment, as well as retroactively go back and look at the last two and edit them. I'll post the complete and edited version when it's finished.
A note: I am changing directions with the next installment. I've got it planned right out. This time there'll be a scene with dialogue and character interaction and everything. Not just detached narration, you heard me. However, not now. Probably Monday. Possibly Friday, but I doubt it, seriously. I won't have much time for writing.
They ended World War Hulk, finally. The next bit is a spoiler, so I'll italicize it. If you don't want to be spoiled, or don't care about comic books, skip over the italics.
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I guess they handled it just about as well as they should have, having sort of written themselves into a corner when they brought out the Sentry at the end of #4. Hulk is clearly no match for the Sentry physically, and yet they had the fight anyway...and Hulk was somehow equal, despite feeling no personal animosity towards Sentry like he did towards Black Bolt, Strange, Richards, and Stark. In fact, the only feelings he has for Sentry is years of friendship. And come to think of it, didn't Sentry exude a radiation that calmed the Hulk down? Did they just up and forget about that?
Meh. Regardless of that, they slashed the Sentry's power grossly if him "cutting loose" was jut a lousy pillar of flame that didn't even destroy the city. He has the power of a million exploding suns, doesn't he? Him sneezing should translate the solar system into the galaxy's newest expanding dust cloud. "Going all out" would turn the Milky Way into a flashbulb, and probably seriously distort the surrounding galaxies as well. Maybe Robert Reynolds was still imposing psychic restrictions on Sentry's power, in much the same way Bruce Banner did to Hulk during the Onslaught arc. I can't think of any other reason for this depowering. I mean, this is a guy who they literally stated "fought Galactus to a standstill," and him unleashing the fury was a wimpy fireball. Great shot with Reynolds and Banner pummeling each other, though.
I fail to see how the satellite weaponry could have downed Hulk, especially after his rage was rekindled anew. Maybe he wanted to be taken down? I don't know. All I do know is, buried three miles underneath the surface of the earth and being in suspended animation or not, if Hulk decides to transform and unleash, nothing's stopping him. All they've done is held him back for a little while. Long enough for his son, Skaar, to emerge. And what the heck is that, might I ask. We're supposed to believe that a bundle of cells too small to even make a sizable impression in Caeira's belly survived the blast, the subsequent aftershocks, and managed to gestate to fully-grown under the surface of a dead planet? Come on, people. Even explaining that he's the son of the Hulk, that stretches plausibility to the breaking point.
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Okay, I'm done. And it felt good to write all that down.
Sorry this wasn't more substantive. As I say, practically everyone that reads this was with me last two days, so I can hardly see a reason for a longer post. I'll update more fully on Friday.
And the Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65uNCLBTje0 A relic known as the Super Mario Bros. Super Show, this was their famous end credits song, "Do the Mario!" Set to the Mario theme, of course. That's a bit of nostalgia for anyone who ever played it, or watched the show.
REPLIES.
Mom: Yeah, I didn't even realize until after I had written the first sentence that I was using the hated passive tense. So I figured I'd make a joke, what I always try to do when I uncover one of my fresh idiocies. And I have decided: skiing. There have been SOME good book/movie translations, but not freaking many. I don't even want to go into video-game/movie translations.
Stephe: Obviously not. But I'll see you tomorrow, we'll have turkey then, yes we shall. One reply? Oddsbodikins. Such a thing has never been...my chair? NO! Lies, calumny and deceit, I say. I will return to see it fully intact. Unless my roommate pawned it for booze money, which he doesn't strike me as the type to do. It's not just that the movie is about gay people, it's that it isn't about Cthulhu. (Not hard to spell! You saw me write it many times!)
Dad: All right, but what spawned this comment, may I ask? And I guess I should have just said "Hollywood," instead of targeting a specific group. I notice you say "the first two X-Men movies," because you're right, the third one resembles anything else X-Men related as much as it resembles My Little Pony. I need to find more movies like these, that I haven't already seen. Harlan Ellison actually wrote something that won't send me into the blackest pits of depression? My word.
Nolan: Good to see you posting. I checked out the video, it was pretty interesting. And no, I don't follow RvB. They lost me after they changed to Halo 2.
Vic: As it happened, you caught the festivities. How happy you were about that is debatable. And maybe I'll break down and see Beowulf, if only for Angelina Jolie. <3
Karen: That is an intriguing string of alliteration. Maybe you should start writing, or at least email me suggestions...I couldn't come up with something like that in the deepest darkest days of my detention of the most dolorous doldrums that ever darned a dirt-poor writer like myself. See what I mean?
McMillan's world is just an unnamed world similar to ours, but in a different universe. Or maybe just far away physically. It doesn't matter, his only interaction with ours began and ended with the List. And the movies, I guess. I'm glad to see you watch the band, and it's upsetting that all that football keeps getting in the way. Frankly, I'd prefer my team to win, because not only will the campus be jubilant, I'll get to snarkily call my parents and rub it in. It'll be perfect.
And I'm glad SOMEONE understands about the cantaloupe.
Peace.
Hmm. I don't know exactly how substantive this is going to be. My entire audience who reads this blog, mostly, has seen me and did whatever I did in the last few days. I can talk about the awesome Magic draft that we had, but everyone was there. I can talk about our delicious Thanksgiving dinner, but everyone had a delicious Thanksgiving dinner, so nothing really special and worth mentioning there.
I suppose it's worth mentioning that I'm going to post another installment of Dr. McMillan soon. It might be slightly shorter than the others...or not. But rest assured that I have a very definite idea of where I'm going with it this time, that (as it has been pointed out by more adept readers than I) I somewhat was lacking in last time. I panicked, realized I had to update, and came up with something good. Not great, but good. As I say, my girlfriend, whom I love very much and is quite skilled in these matters, will edit and proofread the next installment, as well as retroactively go back and look at the last two and edit them. I'll post the complete and edited version when it's finished.
A note: I am changing directions with the next installment. I've got it planned right out. This time there'll be a scene with dialogue and character interaction and everything. Not just detached narration, you heard me. However, not now. Probably Monday. Possibly Friday, but I doubt it, seriously. I won't have much time for writing.
They ended World War Hulk, finally. The next bit is a spoiler, so I'll italicize it. If you don't want to be spoiled, or don't care about comic books, skip over the italics.
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I guess they handled it just about as well as they should have, having sort of written themselves into a corner when they brought out the Sentry at the end of #4. Hulk is clearly no match for the Sentry physically, and yet they had the fight anyway...and Hulk was somehow equal, despite feeling no personal animosity towards Sentry like he did towards Black Bolt, Strange, Richards, and Stark. In fact, the only feelings he has for Sentry is years of friendship. And come to think of it, didn't Sentry exude a radiation that calmed the Hulk down? Did they just up and forget about that?
Meh. Regardless of that, they slashed the Sentry's power grossly if him "cutting loose" was jut a lousy pillar of flame that didn't even destroy the city. He has the power of a million exploding suns, doesn't he? Him sneezing should translate the solar system into the galaxy's newest expanding dust cloud. "Going all out" would turn the Milky Way into a flashbulb, and probably seriously distort the surrounding galaxies as well. Maybe Robert Reynolds was still imposing psychic restrictions on Sentry's power, in much the same way Bruce Banner did to Hulk during the Onslaught arc. I can't think of any other reason for this depowering. I mean, this is a guy who they literally stated "fought Galactus to a standstill," and him unleashing the fury was a wimpy fireball. Great shot with Reynolds and Banner pummeling each other, though.
I fail to see how the satellite weaponry could have downed Hulk, especially after his rage was rekindled anew. Maybe he wanted to be taken down? I don't know. All I do know is, buried three miles underneath the surface of the earth and being in suspended animation or not, if Hulk decides to transform and unleash, nothing's stopping him. All they've done is held him back for a little while. Long enough for his son, Skaar, to emerge. And what the heck is that, might I ask. We're supposed to believe that a bundle of cells too small to even make a sizable impression in Caeira's belly survived the blast, the subsequent aftershocks, and managed to gestate to fully-grown under the surface of a dead planet? Come on, people. Even explaining that he's the son of the Hulk, that stretches plausibility to the breaking point.
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Okay, I'm done. And it felt good to write all that down.
Sorry this wasn't more substantive. As I say, practically everyone that reads this was with me last two days, so I can hardly see a reason for a longer post. I'll update more fully on Friday.
And the Luke-Approved YouTube Link of the Day is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=65uNCLBTje0 A relic known as the Super Mario Bros. Super Show, this was their famous end credits song, "Do the Mario!" Set to the Mario theme, of course. That's a bit of nostalgia for anyone who ever played it, or watched the show.
REPLIES.
Mom: Yeah, I didn't even realize until after I had written the first sentence that I was using the hated passive tense. So I figured I'd make a joke, what I always try to do when I uncover one of my fresh idiocies. And I have decided: skiing. There have been SOME good book/movie translations, but not freaking many. I don't even want to go into video-game/movie translations.
Stephe: Obviously not. But I'll see you tomorrow, we'll have turkey then, yes we shall. One reply? Oddsbodikins. Such a thing has never been...my chair? NO! Lies, calumny and deceit, I say. I will return to see it fully intact. Unless my roommate pawned it for booze money, which he doesn't strike me as the type to do. It's not just that the movie is about gay people, it's that it isn't about Cthulhu. (Not hard to spell! You saw me write it many times!)
Dad: All right, but what spawned this comment, may I ask? And I guess I should have just said "Hollywood," instead of targeting a specific group. I notice you say "the first two X-Men movies," because you're right, the third one resembles anything else X-Men related as much as it resembles My Little Pony. I need to find more movies like these, that I haven't already seen. Harlan Ellison actually wrote something that won't send me into the blackest pits of depression? My word.
Nolan: Good to see you posting. I checked out the video, it was pretty interesting. And no, I don't follow RvB. They lost me after they changed to Halo 2.
Vic: As it happened, you caught the festivities. How happy you were about that is debatable. And maybe I'll break down and see Beowulf, if only for Angelina Jolie. <3
Karen: That is an intriguing string of alliteration. Maybe you should start writing, or at least email me suggestions...I couldn't come up with something like that in the deepest darkest days of my detention of the most dolorous doldrums that ever darned a dirt-poor writer like myself. See what I mean?
McMillan's world is just an unnamed world similar to ours, but in a different universe. Or maybe just far away physically. It doesn't matter, his only interaction with ours began and ended with the List. And the movies, I guess. I'm glad to see you watch the band, and it's upsetting that all that football keeps getting in the way. Frankly, I'd prefer my team to win, because not only will the campus be jubilant, I'll get to snarkily call my parents and rub it in. It'll be perfect.
And I'm glad SOMEONE understands about the cantaloupe.
Peace.
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