Obey

Obey the sign, people.

The Final Rant of the Day

I swear, this is my LAST post today concerning my fictional writings.

My writing is either
1) Very lame. I need to research, practice, and/or compare it to other writing styles to fix it
AND/OR
2) Better than I think it is. An author is his own worst critic, I realize, but I'm trying to be humble.

That's it. Crazy, in't it? As crazy as a pregnant Magrallgadon in the Flaptorkian Stoog Forest.
(Inside joke.)

Something a bit more sober.

In my previous post, I found that I was nigh incomprehensible. Here, I will begin exposing my opinions about literature.
My favorite kind is fantasy. Anything with dragons, magic, forgotten mysteries or any combination of the three gives me tingly goosebumps of goodness.* These include Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn Series and his book Elantris, plus many others too numerous to mention.
(Lately, I've been playing a fantasy game called Folklore for the PS3, and I mostly have been playing it just for the mysterious plot being revealed. It's that element that makes these books and games hard to reread, but still fantastic.)
I've been trying to write a fantasy story for quite some time, always planning and starting but always stopping abruptly, then beginning again with a different plot. Currently I have no less than five or six beginning pages typed up for fantasy stories, but they always poop out....
Another interesting bit about these stories is that I always end up using the same characters. Their roles, inheritances and loyalties may vary from tale to tale, but each character remains essentially the same.

Thanks for paying attention. You may now frolick.
*Okay, certain restrictions apply. In all truth, I am a devilish book critic. This gets me into no end of trouble.

Analytical Discussion of Documentary (ADD)

I really haven't actually written much here on this blog. I suppose I should. Most of what I've sent so far is just pictures taken from my cellular telephone device.......

SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.

So I shall write about blogs.

Not mine, necessarily. Get ready, and you'd best hold on to your edible pants.

A blog is not so much a blog as it is a museum or a window looking into the soul. (However, you'd best look away from mine soon, because most people can't stand the sight of severe amalgamations of ceramic urns filled with Prattles and Wigs Ice Cream: Limited Tomato Licorice Edition for too long.)

As for these portals into one's feelings and emotions, I have this to say: Do people post their minds on their electronic sleeves to brag, or to vent, or to disturb others? This question has been plaguing mankind (and indeed, lemurkind) for untold millennia. When the first microorganism oozed forth from the primordial soup, I believe its first sentient thought---nay, its first base instinct---was:

"I wonder how many hits my blog site will have by Tuesday."

That's the fullness of my ranting for now. May you choke on my ineffable wisdom, for it will give you more time to mull it over.

Classroom Clash

Reading in class? That's called heresy, young man!!

Dibtorian Officer

Dibtorians are humanoid creatures with canine features. I wonder how they feel about leash laws.

Draggin'

Could you please pass the red colored pencil?