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A small one...
In "Naruto", there is a high-level jutsu (or spell, I suppose) called the Infinite Tsukuyomi. It's basically a worldwide illusion.
We all have our personal illusions or delusions, but what about those that are massive- shared by many, many people across the world, or particular groups of people- like children, adults, religious people, or so-called "realistic" or logic-based peoples?
Because we often see such things as obvious
So I am plowing my way through the last few chapters of my first draft this morning and I have completed my entry for this month's COF challenge. All thanks to the fantastic beats of 90's dance music. It reminds me of a simpler time when I was a school and I would spend three hours dancing to it every Friday and Tuesday night. I am sat her at my laptop typing and bouncing. I miss how dance-able and singable music used to be compared to now. So catchy and funky.
How is your writing
I finally got to clear the back corner of the strawberry patch. It made me think of doing an edit; I started off by eliminating all the obvious, easily moved, stuff, mostly dead leaves. Then I took out all the obvious weeds, followed by the strawberry runners, and exposed the main plants. Finally I cultivated and worked a little compost and bonemeal into the top layer. It was not a strict order of progress, but generally I explore by removing the easy stuff and get an overall view of the main plant’s
In fiction...in media...it's usually the pretty ones that carry the day.
And not-so-pretty ones, sometimes. Usually a "token" example.
Kinda the same with pretty guys for the most part.
Then you have the pretty eyes, the lightning and fire eyes, and such...
But people usually prefer pretty things to look at. If I decided to make not-so-pretty characters who carry the day more often, am I writing reality or idealism?
Well I think I now hate Mondays.
Everything bad recently seems to happen on a Monday, this morning I woke up to a sever allergic reaction which ended me up with me in hospital by 8 am. I was seen fairly quickly and prescribed a course of both steroids and anti-histamines for the next seven days to clear it up. However I am now going to be missing two days of work this week, I owe the hospital money for my tablets and my eye is swollen shut and will stay that way for at-least the next
I'm finding Haemin Sunim's book quite a read, am actually surprised and confused by how I'm feeling about what he has to say. I have resolved to re-read it once, maybe twice over even. Not sure what I'm looking for here or what I'm wanting from this but I feel that there might be much to gain. It's difficult to describe how I feel as I read it. Enlightenment maybe? Hope? Besides other things I seem to be getting from it the main message not to be judgemental of course but particularly of the self,
Updated Yesterday at 06:09 PM by dither
Okay...so if that sounds like a really stupid title it was because I was a kid when I made it up, but it's more or less to show how I loved subtle characters with powers that could be considered either ridiculous or overpowered, but not based on the magnitude of the power, but the persons resourcefulness, skill, and tactics. I wanted to emphasize strategy and mind most of all...
My...Gun Knight...had one power. They had come across a twin pair of pistols that never ran out of bullets.
Saw the horror movie "Life". It was decent. Reminded me I'm not a misanthrope, which is always good.
In this day and age it seems too hard to disconnect. Yet, it's so important.
I've come a long way in balancing my social and alone time though. Got rid of Instagram (uninstalled the app; my account still exists, unused), removed myself from Facebook, and yet I still stay in touch with the people who are most important to me... because that's how
Updated March 24th, 2017 at 07:01 AM by Smith
I can't/don't want to rant or moan at my friend so I am going to tether my goat here.
My friend has been ill with a stomach bug for nearly two weeks. However, instead of staying at home she continues to socialise thereby sharing her germs. It's a nasty bug. Although the sickness and diarrhea have since passed, she is left with stomach cramps and a general feeling of malaise.
You may well ask why am I so neurotic towards germy people?
My husband takes medication
There's people who will tell you that you got to do things a certain way... Sometimes they are right, and sometimes...
The problem is that bad is bad. For instance, if a good coach loses a game, people might question the coach. Is he losing it? Is he getting old? If something bad happens during a President's term, that president is assumed directly responsible for it. If a written work is bad, and it has some unconventional ways of doing things, those unconventional ways will b attacked
I've been trying to come up with some religions. Not really that hard when you think about it, but in coming up with these religions, I came upon some interesting things...
1. They are always egocentric
All religions focus on man. And not only on man, but the spiritual trials and tribulations of man- the problems not of the world, but of the soul- so to speak. This was interesting to me and sit with me on this one... Religion tends to always approach from the button, up.
Because I've spent so long thinking on it, I've come to a conclusion that even when talking of the fantastical, light-hearted aspects of magic or powers, all power is synonymous with terror.
Now, I know what you're thinking- that there are good and bad uses for everything, but just take a second to think on what power is. Power is the interruption of natural will. When you exert power in any form, you are exerting your will over something else- synonymous with rape. Pretty morbid,
I've been working down in Venice now, for two years. I say 'down' because it's down for me, south of where I live, anything south is down. I have to cross some mountains to get there...
Venice...what can I say about Venice?
Well, it is a different culture than where I live. It's more crowded, the real estate costs more, there's lots more homeless, it has more tourists, cooler weather in the summers; doesn't get as cold in the winter- the plants, in general grow better;
Updated March 22nd, 2017 at 04:06 PM by Kevin
It is Spring; time for preparation. I was digging over a piece of my garden the other day and I could hear the chap a couple of doors down doing his with a rotavator, he must have gone over his whole garden in the time it took me to clean up and plant a patch with a couple of rows of beans I had brought out of the greenhouse a few days before. People offer to rotavate for me, or lend me a machine, 'It saves a lot of work' I am not tempted.
There are practical considerations, where
Probably? I guess?
An urge? Desire? Just a feeling really,
To have a rocker on the porch, sit and slowly drink a pint or three of pear cider and watch the world, and his dog, go by. Only, in my world, you wouldn't want to do that. Oh it's not such a bad area I suppose with many of the social problems imagined and/or exaggerated but my porch, if had one, certainly wouldn't be a place for sitting.
And I find myself having leanings, does that sound right?, toward a coffee
I was pretty down the other day. Doubting myself and writing abilities. The comments and messages I received left me feeling uplifted to say the least. The support I have found here is amazing! It really helped brighten what was undoubtedly one of the darkest days I've had in a long time.
Then, in the form of a little blue thought bubble, came the most amazing thing! A review! I love reviews! I get that nervous knot in my stomach, the lump in my throat and the tingling of anticipation
Scream at the silence?
I actually like mooching about my home in silence alone with my thoughts, certainly don't want people around me and then, I suppose that's not entirely accurate but I do tend to avoid the company of others.
For most of the day the only sounds I've heard have been the rumble of the wind, the cooing of a Wood Pigeon in the big old Sycamore at the bottom of my garden and the far off jingle of an Ice Cream vendor.
The occasional bark of a dog, a child shouting.
Updated March 19th, 2017 at 07:11 PM by dither
During vacation time a lot of people are coming to the ski pistes for the sheer fun of it.
And true enough skiing is double holiday, as you have to stay focused on what you’re doing, hence giving the brain a holiday too
So, the father’s taking the little ones to the pistes, where they’re allowed from they are two years of age (some still in dipers )
The youngest are send to ski school, while the bigger ones are taken care of by father himself, who wants to educate them
I feel like I keep going round and round on this merry-go-round. Or is it a roller coaster? Like so many other things in my life, I feel like I let myself down. I doubt myself like I do in nearly every aspect of my life. Writing is simply the most recent. The worst, I think is how good of a mother I am. But that's a whole separate topic.
Maybe its the weather or hormones or maybe, its my subconscious telling me the truth. That I'm really not a writer. I'm not, not really. I know that.
My dad still doesn't know I quit my job. Walked off after my boss convinced me that he might as well be doing my job for me.
As a friend eloquently put [quoted?], "More than a drop is required to make a thunderstorm."
Indeed, and one could see the clouds brewing from miles away.
It was particularly windy that day too, and thinking back on it symbolizes the cliche "winds of change". I'd planned to quit for some time now, but I'd hoped to
Updated March 16th, 2017 at 06:48 AM by Smith
Some people say they have no regrets; and that's fine for them - for me, I've got to many to count. Getting married is one of them; my current wife and I do love each other, but we are so far apart on others. I've come to realize I'm a minimalist (took me 73 years to figure that one out, duh). My wife likes knick-knacks, pictures on the wall and so forth - but things get cluttered. Way too much stuff.
We've discussed this, and she agrees - but we're stuck with each other. I suppose
They say your story grows. It's a common saying and it's very true. When you really have something to write, the problem is never the blank page, it's limiting how much you put on that page.
- Learned to calm down a bit about my writing. Everything need not be so idealistic or it risks missing the fun for both reader and writer
- I've learned that writing is multi-dimensional- that there is more to it than just experiencing the story. This goes a
This morning the snow was coming down pretty good, not like they warned us about, but enough for a lot of businesses to be closed. My wife and I get up early, we go to the diner in the morning as a ritual and today was no different...except it was closed. We checked out the other diners, they were all closed as well. We ended up at Dunkin Donuts and there was all of the other regulars from the diner that we normally share breakfast with, who also had made the same rounds as we had. We talked
Updated March 15th, 2017 at 01:41 AM by Plasticweld
...life seems to be going well and all of a suddent everythings violently taken away and now you wanna die?
Cos I'm feeling that majorly right now.
Its like everything has lined up perfectly to knock me all the way down to square 0. Life is the most pointless thing.
I had a reason to wanna try. Thats gone now. Now i dont know what to do. Or if i can do anything. Its all really so pointless
We had some moronic, mandatory Federal training this week. The instructor tried her best (considering the vapid, insipid material she had to work with).
One thing the instructor did to "break the ice" was ask each person to introduce themselves and tell the class something interesting about them. I gave up the boring fact that I make my own beer (just interesting enough, but not crossing the TMI threshold). Some guy behind me, though, just had to Jump The Shark: