Monday, December 28, 2009
There was a time when the human race only seemed to have optimism for the future. Look at the 1960's when Star Trek was on the air. They painted the future as being without prejudice, and all about peace. (Hippy notions, ya?) Now, society has an obsession with destruction and doomsday. A good example: 2012. If I have to see that number one more time I may blow up the world myself.
The economy keeps failing to improve, one president after another disappoints, one minute they say the globe is warming, then they tell us that's a lie, Muslims want to destroy us, all major countries are arming themselves with nuclear weapons, and apparently the world is going to end December 12, 2012 because an ancient Mayan calander maker got bored, tired, or died while making a it.
Yes, I am drenched in the pessimism that so many other people in this day and age suffer from. But you know what? I have my optimism too.
I believe that there is still human kindness. I believe that with the big changes that we will inevitably face in the future, we will come out as awesome as we always thought we were. Things do get worse before they get better, but maybe that only means we learn to appreciate the "mundane" after the "misery". I don't know, but that's my theory.
After the scare of Y2K, I think there are enough sensible people in planet Earth to not lose their heads on 12/12/2012 because of an unfinished calander. After all, the Mayan calander could have ended just as easily on 10/10/1910, right? Or better yet 10/10/2010? In any case, the 2012 insanity is a good concept for a Roland Emmerich film and will be specualted on over and over again until that date comes and goes and we'll have to find a new doomsdate.
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Here he is, before and after:
So, having done a little research, our best sumise was that Timmy was an Army Worm. And... sadly, this is the type of moth I've been feeding my cat for fun for the past five years. *cough* Don't worry. After these pics were taken, Timmy was set free in the cold crisp air of winter, and not an hors d' oeuvres for my cat.
Monday, December 14, 2009
The Three Prigs: Not-So Indian Brave.
I'm getting ever nearer to finishing the revision of my next novel. It's turning out a bit different from the original version, but it is still the same story with the same outcome. I even managed to put together a nifty book cover that I can't wait to see in print. Yay me!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Monday, December 7, 2009
So far, I posted one small scene of them on there. I call it a scene, because it really doesn't have any story. But, as far as I'm concerned, it's just an intro to my beloved prigs. I used it before for online Role Play, but revised it for a better read. Hope it makes people smile, at least. Here it is: The Three Prigs: At the Apple Cart
I somehow developed a strange fascination for the 19th century dandies and followers of the aesthetic movement. I think it began when I read Oscar Wilde's The Picture of Dorian Gray. Dandies were so eccentric and flamboyant, I couldn't resist them as characters in a story.