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I like writing journals.
So, to skip to the potatoes-and-meat, I read over the Judge Comments for R3, and I have to say, I agree completely, even to the ones that blatantly argue against others ("Lack of character development" "Some interesting character development here" "Too much comedic relief" "Just enough comedic relief"). Going by the majority, though, I'd have to say the biggest thing that I need to work on is a steady mood. For the past few entries, they've bounced back and forth from 'happy fun time' to 'dark and srs', and it's gotten to the point where they've blended into one giant, amorphous dead baby joke. I've suspected it for a while, and these comments cemented it--it's time to seperate. The jokes are killing the dramatics and the drama isn't funny. No problem, right, mates?
Problem is, I honestly don't know which to favor. I know it's incredibly lame to consult you journal-readers (no offence, journal-readers, you're cool) about TELL ME HOW I WRITE FOR TEX, but I write to entertain, so I ask you this: which entertains you more? For R4, do you want to see some hackin' and slashin' and attempts to make the characters cry, or continued attempts at slapstick and witty one-liners? Or, perhaps a better choice for the characters involved, a somewhat more balanced mixture of the two, with the tone varying depending on the viewpoint being focused on? I've been puzzling over this for a whole minute or two, and the odds are I won't take the majority's advice if the prompt or random epiphany favors one or the other, but it'd be nice to hear what ya'll think, and I can promise you that I'd give my all to whichever wins out.
Remember, winners and losers all, we're in this together. So if you have something you wanna' say, like ' PLZ DON'T USE THE WORD 'BLUE' ", then note me, and I shall laugh because your ideas are dumb. 8D
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Sooo in case anyone's wondering why I've been randomly leaving and entering Chat, BRBing without the second 'B', and generally being slightly bitchier than usual, it's because my computer has a virus. It'd be a real pain if it wasn't so ironic and contradictory--it refuses to let me access any website for fear that 'YOU MAY GET A VIRUS' without buying some overinflatedly-priced virus protection software (which is ironic in and of itself, but that may just be because I'm a computer flunkie who doesn't understand the true definition of a virus and used virus like five times in this sentence, virus, virus, virus). There are only four sites that can overcome the block, and use this to their advantage by spamming their homepages with abundance.
There's nothing quite like setting your fo' realz virus protection program to 'scan', then returning a few minutes later to be assailed by three dozen pages of desperate housewives, 18+ warnings, creepy wrinkled boobies, and Viagra. So a virus advertising virus protection packages cut off my internet for fear I'd get infected, except for the type of sites that are most common to contain viruses.
...I honestly don't get it, either.
SO YEAH. Scans are running and the computer has been relieved of its interwebs, and I'm working from my good ol' lappy. WHEE.
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On a final note, we had to do essays in AP Comp today. While I enjoy writing essays as much as the next lifeless geek writer, after the fourth or fifth time in as many days, I was getting bored.
The prompt for this round (OH GOD TEX WHY ARE YOU AFFECTING MY LIFE SO MUCH) was to write a progressive essay--basically, write about following physical steps to some sort of conclusion, revolving around a central theme and having a moral.
An aquaintence of mine (I know I'm fancy, but she's not exactly a friend yet) went to a website for ideas, and I followed for the sake of Writer's Block. The site basically was like, 'Write about something you know about that others don't so much! Like canning strawberries, or packing boxes! 8DDDD' (I wish I could say I made that up.)
At the end of the day, I ended up writing an essay on necromancy and zombie invasions, titled it 'The Best Essay Ever', and called it good. I do have to admit it was hysterical when our substitute found out. It went something like this: "Christmas tree decorating, nice, planting a garden, cute, resurrecting the dead and causing the end of the world, well done, canning strawberries, very go--WAIT WHAT." Only with everything but the last part told in body language. 8D
Yes, my perception is such that I will forfit getting a decent grade and writing a bland but accurate essay in favor of interesting nonsense.
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This is getting pretty long, so let me finish things up.
...THE END.
Will never answer her messages,
Nami
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Handcrafted in the bowels of Perdition by the iniquitous and the vile.
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By the way, I loved your entry for this round, once again it cheered me up at a bleh sort of time - I just didn't get around to posting a detailed comment on it.
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Handcrafted in the bowels of Perdition by the iniquitous and the vile.
Thanks! I've been trying to make them more morbid as the rounds go on, but pessimism isn't really my thing, so they're more slapsticky and weird and fun. Detailed comments are great, but just knowing you liked it is good enough for me.
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I am so proud. You've gone from a talented freak, bursting with creativity and insanity and a crazy emo named Shift to a talented freak, bursting with creativity and insanity and a crazy emo named Shift that is now in round 4.
Congrats~! Keep on being awesome, Nami. <3
Also, the other day I found a comment I left on your journal ages ago mentioning The Exchange and your subsequent reply involving the insane psychic guy. I was all like, "D'awww, you're Shift's origins. <3"
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Thanks! Much the same to you, only ten times more (SO HA). Let's make this the best damn round EVER.
Awww. <3 They grow up so fast. It seems like only yesterday he was just a literary fetus-thing. And now he's getting stabbed and maimed with the big kids. <3
But yeah, it's always interesting to go back and see where things began. When the results came up I was reading the comments on Mippin's TEX journal from the very beginning and remembering last summer. Good times. x3
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"Every time I make a plan, God laughs at me." -Jason Isaacs
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SO CALLED IT. HA.
Congrats on making it to Round Four <3
In any case, thanks! <3 LOOKS LIKE YOU WON THIS TIME. BUT I'LL BE BACK TO BEING A WUSS NEXT ROUND, JUST YOU WAIT.
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