3rd January: We're off to see the wizard!

I know this is out of order. Shhh! Is downside of uploading about 20 at once....

But not the wizard of Oz.. thankfully enough. Instead we're opting for the slightly less enthusiastic option of merely catching a train in the wrong direction, catching another one going in the right direction, wandering around the backstreets until we end up in sort of the right place to be, watching a film and then attempting a ravendous with someone ese. Nothing like a little light exercise to wake you up in the morning!

This entire thing started on Thursday when I decided it might be nice to be able to poke more than one person at once, and got charlotte to agree to going cinema and got her to contact people to get them to come. We were doing quite well when we started.. lots of possible people to ring up or text or otherwise persuade/bully/bribe into coming. From about 10 possibles, it's turned out to be just me and Charlotte going. Oh well.. she's fun enough to poke, should keep me amused for the few hours I've got her keeping me company.

Or am I keeping her company? What's the bloody difference? It's one of those respect things isn't it? Master/slave innenuendos. I can't for the life of me remember who keeps who company though, but I'm guessing the master is kept and the slave is keeping. A metaphysical reversing of roles, to admire the irony of the situation.

I do have to wonder about the subtleties of the english language sometimes.

You get male wives, female fathers, those who study the art of 'husbandry' and more besides. Is there no one else that wonders if husbandry is not simply a subtle insult designed to insult men with (remembering, of course, that husbandry is about looking after animals.) Naturally, as could be expected, there's not many other people that think so. I am, as always, a fairly good loner in the world of finding insults in innocent phrases.

I'm good at finding dirty things in innocence as well... Grace once said, presumably without knowledge of any other possible meaning, that she'd 'lost her innocence' a long time ago. Now, I'm not claiming to be an expert in this at all, but as far as I am aware, that's just an innenuendo for losing your virginity (especially in the case of women, as it originates in a time when men were dictators). I can just imagine Grace's reaction when I told her the second meaning. I think that I missed out on an opportunity there.. if only I'd thought to hack into her webcam and record it.

Yet again, she did say it at about ten o'clock at night... at a sleepover.. and apparently girls run round in their underwear at these things. As interesting as it may have been, I don't particulary think that I would have liked to hack into the webcam at a point like that. Imagine then having to talk to all of those people.... Seriously... and imagine the criminality of it! How many laws would be broken by me doing something like that?

Breach of privacy, viewing pornography (or would it be paedophilia?), hacking into a personal network and probably all sorts of things.

Other boys may view it as worthwhile, but personally I think that there's better things for me to be doing with my time.. like solving this damn Rubix Cube.

I got it for xmas and turned it a few times to make it easy for me to turn back.... I put it down for all of 30 seconds and my little sister starts poking with it. I pick it up and it's all mucked up! How am I supposed to do it now? Will take me years... if I'm lucky.

The fact that it'll be conveniently lost within the next few weeks doesn't mean a thing. I've got other things to do with my time... like hacking into webcams and...

No! No! I mean playing computer games. Yes.. that sounds safe... playing computer games. Like the ones where you can mod it so that you can.. Wait! No! Stop! Bad fingers! They're innocent computer games.. you can mod the horses so that they are bright yellow. It's not anything dirty! Honest! Unless you count the grime mod, which makes it all really dirty.

Stop! No! It's not an innenuendo! It just mucks up the game with all sorts of filth.. common dirt in the gutters and other stuff lying around on the floors and walls and everywhere! Honest... believe me! Come on! I'd offer to let you search my computer, but I think that doing that would be a little traumatic for me. It's like.. the only place where no one but me is actually allowed to venture. Letting you search my laptop would be the equivalent... as there's a bunch of personal stuff on here. More on here actually, as only I use it and occasionally other people will use my computer.

Of course, the pantomine people get to use it, but they have some limited account sitting around that they can use with no administrator rights and therefore no access to anything vaguely interesting, apart from what I've already screened and checked for possible flaws. Can't be letting them catch on.

Steph - a good friend of mine, and nothing more - suggested that I should talk to the person that I fancy. If only she saw the amusing side of that it would be quite funny. I already DO talk to the person that I fancy. Which, I suppose, makes it all the easier to hide it all. If you do something all the time then it's just taken as granted that you are going to do it... but if you never do anything then when you do do something it means that it's important or significant. It's a fairly good principle.

And I've just realised that when I was talking to Steph I used the wrong word. I said 'irony' which would imply that it's ironic for her to be telling me to talk to the person I fancy... which in turn implies that I fancy her, which is false. Damn. Oh well.. I'll set it right tommorrow, with a few lies to gild over the truth whilst letting her think she knows the truth - which she sort of does, but that's besides the point. She's not sure, which when it comes to something like this is all the more important.)

I was watching some sort of Anime thing earlier... from what I've seen the following rules apply:

Any girl must wear a skirt that does not reach half-way to the knee at all times. If it goes below the knee then you are no longer watching anime.
Any girls skirt must be the kind that, given a situation where the girl is sent flying across the room or jumps across the room, the camera can see right up, to reveal knickers.
Any girls legs or boobs must be the subject of the camera, as it is obvious that anything else does not actually attract viewers
All boys must have ridiculous hairstyles that could not be used in real life without an awful lot of hair gel and ridicule... unless everyone happens to be an anime fan.
Anime is eyecandy.

I'm sure that there's some more, but having watched other anime, these seem to be the only universal ones... aside from the very bad lip-synch/wierd subtitiles in langauges that very few english people speak.

I was, however, quite amused at the main character of the anime I was watching earlier. The male lead role that is. You follow him around and he narrates, giving the viewer insights into his personality. He's funny! Of course, no one else would understand why I find him funny, but apparently his voice is similar to the voice of my blogging. Bizzarre. It's not like I've been hired to do any scripting for anyone.

That'd be cool... but I could only script individual characters to react with characters already there... and even then it'd be limited. I'm not some sort of uber scripter that'll churn out a scene a day or a play a month... I hardly do any scriptwork at all to be honest. It's too much like hard work. You have to give stage directions which will be clearly understood by the actor playing the role. Simultaneously, you have to make the same character appeal to your target audience, giving you two targets to aim for instead of one.

Mehness.. I might try it some day, although it'll be rubbish. Maybe I'll get some people to build me a cast of characters to work with. The hardest part of anything I write is the characters. Generally my main characters are the same sort of people.. mercenaries, up for hire. Willing to do anything as long as the price is right and they don't break a code of honour which generally runs along the lines of 'complete whatever you're being paid to do, don't do anything you're not paid to do, blah blah bah.'

Supporting characters tend to be those who will emphasise these characteristics... so a merchant rich enough to pay this mercenary (who is, as could be expected, skilled at what he does) his exbortiant fee, or a women who he loves but is then later forced to kill. For some reason, I never have a female main character. In much the same way, in most of the writing I've seen done by girls, the protaganist is female.

I think that protaganists (those that make things happen in stories) are basically aspirations of who you want to be, or yourself in a different facet or based on you in some way. I do it. I throw aspirations into characters to make them faster, nimbler and with better reflexes. Ambidextrousity is normally there (in nearly everything I've written in the last few days) as is keeping things hidden about them. I took this so far with one of my characters that he was literally nothing.

I might go back and redo that story and rename the characters and brush up the story and situate it somewhere other than where it was (a school, I think.. because, of course, I only had experienced a school in any detail) and basically steal my favourite character from it. That is my favourite character ever, who I killed off because I liked him so much. Well, I think I did. I can't remember who dies.

I THINK that I killed off the favourite, but in killing him off he became part of the killer, who then flies off before (although I never wrote this bit, due to time restraints) returning and killing the main character, swapping the focus to the person who discovers the body of the main character (which, as the killer is actually based on a demon, with claws, fangs and the rest of it, looks like it's been savaged by an animal of some kind) and decides to investigate it.

Then, of course, I could start bringing in another character. Two characters at once (good/evil) are fairly common for me, as I like to keep readers updated with what is expected to happen by each side before bringing in a third posisbility, crushing that one and occasionally calling the whole thing off before a third party jumps in causing the original two characters to band together - becoming outcasts from their original castes - and attempt to defeat the new party. By the time they reach the leader of this party however, the three factions (if you wish to call them that) will have banded together and decide to ambush their former servants (the two main characters)

No.. this isn't the story. I'm just making that up as I go. It's a good idea though. I might use that in Tod or something.

Now to think up some names for evil demons. It was originally (the demon being 'it') called Kadix, which is a name I made up at random. Givenne sounds like fun (anagram of the word evening) as does Retsomn (anagram of the word 'monster...' basically monster backwards, but with a few letter placement changes.) However, they aren't really monstery names. They sound almost human... and certainly don't fit in with the period of time this is set in (modern setting.)

Helix is a type of scientific vocabulary. I believe that a DNA strand is a double helix.. although this may be a gene. I was never that good at microbiology really. Nor biology for that matter. I'm only about A-A* standard, instead of A* standard. Everyone has some sort of weakness. Biology is one of mine. Practise is the other... takes so much concentration to repeat something endlessly until it's right. Takes a perfectionist attitude. I'm digressing however.

Helix sounds like quite a good name. It is related to the original - as could be expected - but is good enough and certainly retains some of the original snappiness of the original. Plus, of course, there's not debate over how you pronounce it.. It's 'he-licks' not 'hell-icks' or however else you might pronounce it. SO GET IT RIGHT!

As for his twin brother (which is where it gets interesting, as his brother kills him and despite being posed as the good one of the two is actually the evil one of the two, having betrayed Helix to the government to help sustain his own survival) I guess that I need a suitable name. Another snappy name, and this time I think that it has to be something interesting. Tarip sounds like fun.. which is a word I just made up.

So... Tarip and Helix. Helix and Tarip. The two brothers who decide to try and kill each other, betray each other, stab each other in the back, say that they are both the good one and say the other is evil, both attempt to abduct or otherwise incapaciate the main character and whom the main character can't tell apart. Isn't life great?

I'm not going to spend the necessary time describing them and going into personality analysis and other stuff here.. that's what I do later in a seperate file. It's what I'm doing with 'Tod' at the moment to be totally honest. Making up characters... just got one main character left, unless I decide to add in another one or two (which I will, as Tod is yet to find any serious opposition in the main cast). Making up weapons as well.. as it's swords and magic the idea of enchanted weaponry is one that appealed.. although I haven't gone overkill with that, just sort of enhancing how sturdy their blades are.

Otherwise I suppose that Tod would spend all of his time attempting to repair his silver blades. That would.. however... mean that we have to then venture out on these trips to find a suitable swordsmith. It could provide the opportunity for some interesting meetings. It is a point... I shall have to decide. As his sword's are named, I guess that they can't really break, but that can be changed easily enough....

To write is to have such great power. In the world of yor imaginings, who can tell you if you are right or wrong? Who can tell you that you can't do that? You can raze cities to the ground, slaughter everyone, establish world peace, cure cancer, develop biological diseases that wipe out the vast majority of the human race, dig up graves, fake deaths, commit suicide. The only limit is what your imagination can conquer up. And, as I just wrote all of those things above as I thought of them, I'm sure that you could come up with a billion others.
What would happen if aliens have already colonized the planet and that all children are prevented from knowing this, as their parents are aliens of a different species (thanks to a storage of sperm and eggs and widely available cloning facilites), because the aliens wiped out all adult sentient life? What would happen if an alien landed outside your neighbour's garden and told them to take them to their leader? Would you be jealous? Would you seek to get revenge for it?

What would happen if Santa fell off of the roof one night and was killed? What would happen if the Easter Bunny decided to poison the chocolate eggs he hands out? What would happen if the Tooth Fairy had to meet a quota of tooths per week and not enough teeth were falling out for her to catch up? What would happen if Tinkerbell grew to human size and retained her powers? What would happen if God retired? What would happen if hell were to give up on being evil and start a holiday club?

Use your imagination! You know all those things that you wanted to do? Do them!

In your stories, obviously. Knowing some of my readers, I'm sure that doing whatever you wanted would not only be illegal but also considered rather perverted by a lot of people. And yes.. Jy.. that was aimed at you. If you read it.

I got another christmas present yesterday. It was about a foot high pile of piano music. It's great! It's probably about 10-20 hours worth of playing time, and given that to play a five minute piece I spent about 100 hours on it, I guess that I'm set up for the next year or so. And, of course, I have my grade 8 stuff - which is fun. I do like getting new piano music... it gives me something to sightread (even if it is Rakmanioff's prelude in C Sharp Minor with stretches across 2 octaves in one hand and 15 notes in the other).

Reminds me.. I must persuade the other decent pianist at my school to actually play duets with me. I have a lack of people that will play duets with me... It takes a certain amount of confidence and spare time to do it, along with the ability and enthusiasm. Mehness.. I'll find someone eventually.

Any volunteers?

I was going to do some with Charlotte, but that all went pearshaped. Hmm.. time to remind her actually.
Luckily enough, I've only got to remember it for about 8 or 9 hours, as it's about twenty to two in the morning now.

I have a train to catch in just under 10 hours. Why am I writing a blog? Oh well. It's fun!