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Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 30, 2009 in Reality...sorta
Thank you.
Now read the Discworld books, because otherwise this post is utterly pointless.
“I think this conversation has somehow got away from me.”
Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 25, 2009 in Reality...sorta
I am currently writing two books. One of them is set in the world of Vandermeer, where there are nontups.
I am here to say that the Vandermeer book is not based on my reading of Terry Pratchett at all. No, really. My sense of humor was always like that. Well, okay, maybe a little. I did stick Damp in there. But at least I didn’t create the city of Parody. And it’s not like I’m going to write more Vandermeer books–oh, wait, yes I am. Hmm.
Well, at leadt mine aren’t supposed to be adult books. No deluded teenager will ever read many, many Vandermeer books and then, while obsessively Wikipedia-ing one day, come across this nugget of information and shout, “ADULT books?! Really?!” thereby scaring the cat. And also disturbing themselves with their mental issues.
Or maybe that’s just me.
I plan to add this as an author’s note at the end of the book. Because I’m stupid like that.
“I think it is because my sanity is slipping away.”
Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 24, 2009 in Dreams
Terry Pratchett is awesome.
About the last post: Yeah. Sorry. I overreact sometimes. It’s…yeah.
And I had a really weird dream last night. It’s the second dream I’ve had recently involving some weird kid who is nicknamed Kokopelli. First, look at this picture.
Now, listen carefully. This Kokopelli person did not have a flute or instrument of any kind, and obviously he was wearing clothes. BUT:
1. His skin was black. Actually black.
2. He didn’t have a face, but he could talk. Kinda creepy now that I think about it.
3. He had these weird frozen spikes on his head. They looked like hair, but frozen. In spikes.
And he needed to tell me something secret and really important, but he couldn’t because every time he tried to talk to me, all my other friends showed up. There was also something where we would draw pictures in the air with our fingers and they became real. I drew Lysander–
Cool!
–but then I erased him because he was so annoying.
Hey!
Yeah, there’s something seriously wrong here.
Great…
Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 20, 2009 in My dad is being a jerk, Reality
My dad has disowned me.
Because I decided not to go to the store with him, he gave me this big speech about how I don’t care about anyone else and I’m a selfish, horrible person and he wants nothing to do with me. So now apparently:
A) I don’t get an allowance anymore.
B) I have to buy my own food, do my own laundry, etc, etc.
C) I am no longer “part of this family” and now I’m their tenant for the next five years instead.
Yeah, he gave me the “part of this family” speech too. It’s sort of his trademark. See, if I don’t hang up my towel or forget to empty the dishwasher or don’t set the table one time, he tells me that I need to start acting like I’m “part of this family” and be a mindless slave child who never questions anything I’m told to do. He also does this if I ask him why I have to do something. Usually this is combined with the “you’re a horrible selfish brat and by doing __________ you’re saying you hate everyone” thing.
Then he gets mad at me when I say similar things to him. He says something about how I should be nice and polite and not yell at people over nothing.
Hey dad, maybe I’d do that if I’d ever had a decent role model, hmm?
I know, I know, it’s not all his fault, but come on. He’s not exactly setting a great example, is he? I have the right to give as good as I get.
So, since I’m apparently a tenant now, anyone want to offer me better housing? This arrangement isn’t working out so well.
Lastday: 2:47 PM
Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 12, 2009 in Reality
Logan’s Run is awesome.
My ears are being destroyed by the screeching noises of my friend Susan. Now I’m going to make her write something.
My rat is trying to eat my toe? Um… Q!!!
Riiiiiiiiight.
Sooo. School is over. Awesomous. Also, tomorrow’s my birthday. Yay.
And…yeah.
Of all the random things I could say right now, I really can’t think of anything… Cherry pie! Ok, but that’s not so random, because you knew I was going to say something random, so you knew something was coming, which automatically makes it nonrandom, thus destroying every single thing I was trying to accomplish in the first place.
…pie rox.
I have awesome friends. Well, except for Lysander.
Hey!
And that’s it.
Fear My Poems!
Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 7, 2009 in Reality...sorta
So. Last night, with a friend at my house, I wrote lots of poems which are apparently good. I don’t believe you, Susan. But I’m going to assault your eyes with them now, so…here goes.
Fall Apart
Falling apart on the inside
It feels true
I can’t control my thoughts
Spiraling away from me
Streams of unthinkable things
Death
Blood
Pain
They haunt me
They taunt me
They help me fall asleep at night
They torture me
I ask
Why
Do I have to feel these things?
I am f
a
l
l
i
n
g
Into the things
That you only meet in nightmares
And I don’t understand
Why
Meaningless
The truth is a lie
And
The lie is a truth
Lies and truths
Definitions are so simple
Words on a page
But much more complex
In reality
They surface again
They are real
And they mean everything
And nothing
The Blue Rock Near The Porch
The blue rock
Near the porch
Has a key in it
I stare at it
Thinking
Deciding
My key is gone
Lost
Missing
But if I take this one
Then when they bring back Ginger
She can’t get in
And I can’t save her
Because they said
That if she couldn’t get in
They would take her away again
And that can’t happen
The blue rock
Near the porch
Has a key in it
They will bring her back soon
She can get in
She will be safe
I don’t know yet who Ginger is. What I do know is that someone took her away from her family, and there’s a key in the blue rock near the porch. I don’t know.
Lies
Posted by IndigoBook on Jun 7, 2009 in Beatles-related, Reality...sorta
So I lied.
You might remember at the end of The Merits of Hell, where I typed those fateful capital letters. Okay, not fateful, but melodramatic. But, um, it didn’t last very long.
Well.
Now that I’ve admitted it, I guess it isn’t so bad. Just vaguely creepy and slightly disturbing. And weird. But not as much as before. You should have seen that diary entry…ahem. Never mind.
SPAM-Be-Gone™
