The Great and Marvelous Works of the Addled Mind

TV vs Seasons on Disc

2008-10-21T06:35:40Z

Which is better? Watching the TV shows we love to watch on tv? Or the entire season on disc?

    I have to say that i prefer the Disc approach, a little thing called commercials. Then again, i watch less tv so i find less shows to obsess over so i buy less. A vicious circle. But i digress. I suppose watching a show on TV allows for the build up of suspense as you follow the series but then you either forget you were watching it last week or they change the times on you. More often than not you start the show and then find something more interesting on and miss the show. Or you have the type of family members that like to switch to other shows during commercials and then you get caught up in something completely different and wind up missing big parts of both shows as you switch between the two. That is frustrating, let me tell you... or not. The down side to not watching shows is that they might get canceled.
    The flip side I'm sure is that they do get the proceeds from the Season sales. considering the costs and how many are bought regularly they must make a hefty sum. i know i have a small fortune in TV series on a bookshelf in front of me... but then again i have an even bigger one upstairs made up of books.
    A problem, to some, with having entire series on disk is that you get the urge to watch everything to the end. All at once. I was introduce to Chuck by watching the first episode on the day before one of my few days off. i spent the rest of the night and most of the next day watching the rest of the series. I think i forgot to sleep but i cant tell anymore. I'm just glad that it was only the first season. When we got the first six seasons of Stargate: SG1 on disc i got it into my head to watch them all in one week. I know i only slept when i passed out and had a steady supply of popcorn and cream soda. Otherwise that was the best week and a half of summer vacation i have had in a long time.
    Yes. That's right. I'm a Stargate Junkie. I'm sure I've had a crush on the main characters of SG1 at one point or another... including Sam(she's just pretty.). Stargate Atlantis was a bit of a let down but it has gotten better as they go along. But i think I have flowed a bit off subject.

    So, TV vs buy-able seasons. I know what i prefer. What about you?

Generosity of strangers.

2008-09-05T04:04:57Z

Here i am visiting my family in Toronto and i am finding something very odd. Most that i am seeing are people i have never met. Now i have a big big family ( we had a party with a 130 people and all of them were family. problem is the other 200 + was missing or couldnt make it.) so it is understandable that i am meeting more than i am used to.
However my immediate family, first cousins and aunts and uncles, werent even there. other than maybe ten people there, i knew no one. Here is the kicker though. Every one knew me. Not by name, mind you, every one knew me as my mothers daughter. I didnt even say my name for the first 3 hours, just "Hi, I'm ------- 's daughter." and they knew me. and my family. And part of my lifes story, which was creepy, but thats just family gossip. Something happens to someone in vancouver and the distant relations in england and dubai will know by the end of the week. Is it just me or has the grapevine gone international?
But what gets to me is that people, that i had never met before, met me once then all of a sudden i have been a permanent structure in the family social scene for years. I have leaned more about my family history from people that barely know me than i have from my immediate relatives, that i have seen on and off for years. very odd. To be accepted so quickly and easily is somthing i can barely fathom. But here i am, going from dinner to dinner, party to party, and never once felt unwelcome.
Yes i have wandered off from time to time for some quiet but that is mostly because, as lovable as they are, my family is LOUD. However i always knew that if i just drifted back i would be in the thick of it again as if i never left.
It is a rare gift to have people so accepting. If you find something like that dont quander it. Learn as much as you can about people like that because you can be certain that they are the one that live the interesting and fulfilling lives. because they are the type to be willing to share thier lives with the rest of us.
Another piont of interest, If you already have a family like that. If you find a significant other that can survive a get togeather, never let them go. those are the keepers. If they can survive your family and say (truthfully) that they enjoyed themselves a bit, then they can more or less pull through anything life throws you.
Not to mention, if they arn't right for you, your family works as a kind of hazing routine. they usually know right away if you are meant to be. My grandnanee ( who just turned 90!!) can spot a bad apple from a mile away. No matter that she cant really see anymore.
Well those are my revelations on families that i have found within this last week. I am sure they will hit me with more befor they see me off at he airport. personally, i cant wait.

The first in a very long long long line of stories.

2008-09-04T22:18:14Z

This is the first story that i will be posting. it has no title, no finished plot line, and i have no idea how its going to end.... in other words I'm winging it. But hey! If i don't get it out I'm more likely to forget it and then there is one fairly interesting concept down the pipes. In that respect. updates are likely to be sporadic.

Well now, here it is. Warnings for Swearing, sexual situations and concepts, abuse, children in dire straits. basically, if you cant handle controversy.... what the hell are you doing here?

Book One:

Desperate Nascence (title not concrete.)

Ch 1:

A small boy scurried from one shadow to the next. Breath coming in quick short gasps. Thin rail-like arms wrapped around a bundle stuffed full of bread. Dirty matted hair was tied back with a piece of string. Greasy strands, too short to be pulled back, fell across his face pale gaunt face. A grimace flitted along his face as he stepped into a puddle of... something. He hoped it was water. The cloth wrapping his feet made a wet slapping noise with his ever step. Once the option of stealth was lost the boy ran faster, weaving in and out of alleyways. The path was convoluted enough to lose any pursuers, imagined or otherwise.

         He slowed only as he drew closer to his destination. An old abandoned building stood in a back alley of the main city. The Street, as it was called, had once been a prosperous market. When the city had grown, the market had fallen, merchants moving to newer more traveled areas. The Street had turned in to a haven for prostitutes and vagabonds. Pubs and Inns of ill repute brought rougher men and desperate women. The building the boy had come to had been claimed by the urchins of the Street, the spawn of prostitutes, or runaways. Others were the unwanted ones, the forgotten, abandoned or lost. The people on the Street had taken to calling it the Libertine Orphanage. The building itself was decrepit, but sturdy. Stone and plaster walls held up against the elements, keeping the three story building warm in the summers but freezing in the winter. They always lost some of the younger ones to the winter. Faded red shingles kept the rain out while removable planks in the windows let in the light in the day. In the twilight, only a faint outline told of the fire on the other side of the planks.

       With slow, silent steps, the boy moved toward the door nearly hidden in the fading light. It creaked slightly as he pushed it open with his shoulder, his slowly drying foot made soft whispering sounds on the wood flooring. He tensed as the floor to the right of him groaned under an obviously heavier body. He lowered himself slightly, ready to dash, as he peered into the darkness. He only ducked the first blow because of his diminutive hieght. It sailed over his head, ruffling his hair. The next caught him on his shoulder as he rolled away. He didn't have time to regain his footing before he caught the a fist with his right eye. When his ming cleared some, he was in a headlock being dragged to a door with a red glow spilling out the bottom gap. Never once did his arms release the bundle. With a firm kick, the boy's assailant forced the door open.

     "Lookit' wot I've caught!" The voice was surprisingly rough for such a young face. The scarring across the teens throat told of the reason. Short, ragged, blond framed a rounded young face. Though his looks were young, his body was filled into that of a man. Sinewy arms held like a vise around the boys neck.

     "Mick! Wha' have i told ye 'bout attackin' every whelp that walks through that door?" A petite girl disengaged from the group huddled around the fire at the center of the room. Pale blond hair fell about her face to her jaw, just as ragged as Mick's. An olive cast to her skin made her hair almost glow, though her charcoal eyes drew the boy's attention. He could not pinpoint it, but something about her put him on edge.

     "Tha' it's manly and puts yer 'art all a flutter?" He could not see it but the boy was sure Mick was giving her a cheeky grin.

     "The only thing tha' be a flutterin' will be my fist in your mug if you dont drop the boy." Surprisingly, the boy was dropped like he was on fire. Immediately, the boy rolled to his feet and scuttled away form the people in the room. He didn't stop until his back was against the wall. Mick raised and eyebrow at his speed.

     "Hello," girl said softly, gently, like she was trying to sooth a wild animal. She sent brief, but vicious, glare at Mick, who had the decency to flinch. "My name is Lazi. We really have no intention ta hurt ya."

     She didn't recieve an answer, at least not a vocal one. His blanks face did not change but he threw the bundle in his arms to her feet. The bread tumbled out, catching the attention of the other five in the room.

     "Wha-"

     "One night," a soft, child like voice cut her off. All eyes turned to the boy again. his voice sounded even younger than he looked, but it was smooth, cutting through the air like an arrow. "I seek haven for a night and a day. Then I shall move on. Is this acceptable?"

     Most of the room gaped at him. A single though registering to all of them: How old was he? His voice was young, maybe six or seven years, but his words were far older.

     "What is this?" Lazi asked, stunned. The boy's posture stiffened slightly.

     "Payment for a space to sleep. Is this acceptable?" His tone was colder and he lookd like he was ready to bolt for the door.

     "Oh! Yes- no- wait! You dont need to pay to stay here." His posture did not change. "Really. Do you know what this place is?"

     "The Orphanage."

     She nodded with a smile, "The street brats own it so the street brats are always welcome. No need to pay." They all relaxed when the tension visibly left him. "Come. I'll introduce you to the others." She gathered the scattered bread and led him to the fire that the otheres were situated around. He sat slightly away from them but close enough to catch the heat.

     "You already met Mickeal. He is the second oldest of us at fifteen. He is supposed ta protect us from the people on the street but some times he gets a little excited."

     "Ta love." His teeth reflected the light of the fire as he grinned at her. The boy noticed he was short a few teeth.

     "He works for a blacksmith and keeps us fed. Beside him is Roshir. He's ten and he has been here the longest out of all of us. His Ma was a tart and she left him here when he was old enough ta walk. He takes care o' the babes." The two boys studied each other solemnly. Roshir was dark in every way. His skin was coal dark, matching his dark eyes, the whites practically glowed on his handsome face. His hair pressed to his head in tight ringlets. Both boys could see the shared past between them. Satisfied, they moved on.

     "Kari is fourteen and a runaway. She has been here about two years." The boy took note of the new ribbon in her long red hair and the kept shoes on her pale feet. Seh had funds but she obviously wasnt stealing from the others, they would have noticed by now. The soft hands and thin body gave hint as to her profession. The boy dismissed her and her cold blue eyes. Just like she did him and his dirty looks.

     "Alaria is the youngest. Mick found her in the slums and named her. She looks around four so we mad the day he found her Alaria's birthday. Rosh takes care of her as best he can but we are worried about the commin' winter. they are always rough." The boy could see why were worried. She was small and frail. Her natural tan looked gaunt on her face. she had a sweet face though. Soft edged and wide gray eyes. He held in a sigh as he looked into her eyes. He knew what happened in the slums and if she remembered any of it she could not be considered young anymore. He said nothing as the little girl stumbled up from her position beside Rosh. Her gait was unsteady but she never fell. He just watched with a blank face as she crawled into his lap and stared up at his face from underneath his messy fringe. He didn't question it as he wrapped an arm around her.

     "Uh... Alaria hun, wha'-"

     "I raised my self in a place just as bad as the slums. We know our own."

     "I- I see. Well, the last is Jacob. He's twelve, he ain't got no voice but he is good with tools. He just showed up one day, like you and stayed. That's everyone in the house. we have a few that moved out but they dont tend to come by often. want to tell us about your self?"

     Everyone was watching him now. it was hard to see his face through his hair so his voice was was all they knew. With slow movements so as not to dislodge Alaria, the boy pushed back his bangs. Bright green eyes surrounded by thick black lashes focused on them. His skin was too dirty to determine if he had a tan but his face, though young was strongly formed. he was a handsome child, even under all that grime.

     "I am named Railex. I am eleven and I cant remember my life before I was seven. But I have lived on the move for the past four years."

End Part 1

That' s it for now. I'm technically on vacation my relatives place so i have little time to write much... that's why it took a few days to get this bit out. but this it only part of the first chapter. i'm also trying to get my friend to draw some pictures of Railex and the crew as they grow up so hopefully i'll get that out soon.

Well hello there.

2008-08-31T07:08:48Z

This is interesting. This is the first time ive been using a sight like this for anything really. sure I've posted stories and what not on other sights but i figure I'm gonna use this place to get out my original ideas that places like fan-fiction . net wont let me post. If things work out here them i'm likely to try and get the stuff published. As of now though it will just be trial and error for however long it will take to get my ideas out. Not to mention the mass of typos that are sure to manifest due to my utter lack of keyboard coordination. Other than that. if anyone would be willing to beta for me i would be completely willing to try a trial basis ( to see if we could stand each other) . Also, seeing as how I'm used to doing various fan-fictions (crossover and AU's included) I'm open to any interesting requests.

well that's about all the introduction i can stand from myself. i'm not a talky talky person, which is odd considering the magnitude and decibel level of my family. No matter. I guess I'll just dive into my first story then.

Nys