Christmas happies YOU.

I promised wolfskins that I would post a few excerpts from my 2009 Nanowrimo Project, entitled "House of Cards" (And by a few, I actually mean a lot. You may wanna grab some chips.)

Basic premise is this:
Five strangers are recruited to be the world's newest famous Pop group. Friends at first, the long days on the road and clashing personalities quickly create conflicts that will tear them apart, and leave scars that will last long after the last song ends...

These are just a couple of passages that I like, and are not necessarily related to each other. Any advice or critique is welcome if you feel like it (and if not, that's cool too!)

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The reason I want to be a novelist is so people will write fanfictions using my characters. XD

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In other words, Nanowrimo 09 starts on Sunday, yo! Pulled out my novel from 07 last night and gave it a read through - it's good! I seem to recall it being horrible, but two years seems to have blurred my memory a bit, and I ended up being very impressed with it. Who knew?

This year, I have an awesome line-up of characters: a gay ballet dancer, a mentally unstable German, a shy, repressed virgin, a manipulative wench, and a guy who is so stupid, he regularly puts his underwear on backward. My dear friend Lisa has drawn me a picture of the ballet dancer, the German, and the virgin. As soon as I post this, I'm changing my journal theme. And this year, I'm trying something new, I'll be tweeting about my noveling exploits on Twitter. Wordcounts, quotes I like, that sort of thing. You can follow me at

http://www.twitter.com/ChiefWormfan

T minus 4 day!

Trevor Strong of the Arrogant Worms, that's who. :D

Went round to my grandparent's place after work yesterday, just for a visit. After dinner, the conversation turned to events that had happened in the past, and where we were for those events (such as the moon landing). At this point, my grandma brought out an envelope of pictures I had never seen before, which shed some light on the family history. I've been trying for awhile to figure out when my grandma's people came to Canada, she had said it was around 1890 (when the house was built,) but it was actually quite a bit before that -- before 1865, at the very least. We're quite hampered in our efforts because there's just so little information from back then -- they didn't keep records the way we do now, and I have a bad feeling that even some of the documents that were kept have now been lost, and there may not be any copies of them. Among the things that we did see:

* Pictures of my grandpa in his army uniform, one taken from when he was on leave, and one on the boat coming back from overseas (end of WWII).

* Pictures of my grandma's aunts, one of whom died at age 21 -- she was operated on for a burst appendix, but she had scarlet fever.

* Picture of my great grandfather, my grandma's father, who also died fairly young (mid-late 50's)

* A 101 year old postcard, sent to my great-grandfather from my great-grandmother, before they were married. Postdated August 16th, 1908.

* A baptismal certificate for my great-great-grandfather, who was baptised in 1865 (the actual certificate was from 1916, and it was written on the back of a page from a baby book.) We could not make out the name of the church due to the writing, but after some searching, I think it may be this one: http://carmelnet.org/olp/olp.htm) He was born in Canada, but his parents probably were not.

These pictures are old. They need to be scanned, digitized and preserved before they deteriorate. It was an incredible glimpse into the past, and its agonizing to know that there must have been so much more that was lost.

Leslie Mandoki is a goddam cannibal.

moar funny pictures

...that makes me wonder if it's only worth it to follow bands that are already (mostly) dead.

I was supposed to be seeing the Worms tonight in Guelph with my friend Krista, but it was cancelled due to a flood on the stage. But it was okay, because I was going to see them in Oakville on June 20. Except that show just got cancelled, with no explanation.

What the hell, guys?

I got in to Queens.

QUEENS.

I GOT IN.

TO QUEENS.

And I didn't even have to tattoo the logo on my ass.

I think I'm going to be slowly moving away from LJ -- I'm keeping this journal, and I'll still come on and keep up with what's happening with my friends, of course :) But I probably won't post as much.

I have a blog now :). It's not a very pretty blog, but it gets the job done.

http://girl-worm.blogspot.com/

And now, I think I am going to go take my dog for a walk, in a TSHIRT. Because it is just that warm out. :D

(And I'm going to see the Worms tonight. This day is awesome.)

Meme-pictures :D




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Bookcase #3

Ask me to take a picture of any aspect of my life that you're interested in - it can be anything from the house I live in to my favorite shoes. Leave your choice here as a comment, and I will reciprocate by taking the pictures and posting them as an LJ entry. That way you get to know a little bit about my life, if you're remotely interested in it.

The shower stall in my mom's bathroom started leaking the other day, so it was put out of comission until we can get a guy in to look at the tiling. Which means that we only have one working shower. That hasn't been used in about six years. (It is a tub/shower combo, whereas my mom's as a fully enclosed stall. Much nicer.) But we couldn't go without showering, so it fell on me to fix it up. I cleaned it out, put Drano down the drain, bought a new shower rod, curtain, and curtain holder thingies, a new non-slip bathmat, and six lightbulbs. (Yeah, six lightbulbs were burned out. It's the difference between night and day. I'm funny.)
It was a lot of work. But at least now we can shower again.

I find it hard to write if I know that no one is going to be seeing the end result.

Kick me into gear, someone.

Chris' expression cracks me right up.

Saw the Worms tonight in Newmarket. Not going to do a full write up because I don't think anyone reads it or cares.

* Mike plays guitar hero
* Chris' wife(?) is very, very pregnant.
* Trevor recognized me again.

I seem to have deleted all my dancing icons, so this lovely one shall have to do.

I was flipping channels the other day (looking for Corner Gas, actually, which I never did find), when I came across NBC's newest reality show, called Superstars of Dance. I'd heard some things about the show -- all negative, but I knew there was Irish dancing featured, so I decided to watch. The show is hosted by Michael Flatley, former star of Riverdance, and the creator of Lord of the Dance and Celtic Tiger. He's all right, I guess -- certainly not who I'd pick to represent Irish dancing to the world, but whatever. I didn't really watch the show for him. I was far more interested in the Irish judge - a man by the name of Daire Nolan.

About eight or so years ago, when I started Irish dancing, I was hardcore into the shows that were popular then -- particularly Lord of the Dance. (I've never cared for Riverdance. I think I've always found it a bit pretentious.) Anyway, being about fourteen years old, I fell hard, in the way that only pre-teen girls can, for the man who danced the male "bad guy" lead -- a man by the name of Daire Nolan. See where I'm going with this?

Because I was just a kid, I think I truly thought that I was going to successfully audition for LotD, and he would fall in love with me and we would get married. Naturally, I was devastated when I found out he had a wife already, and though the sting of that disappointment lasted, my love of the dance endured for another few years.

Daire quit LotD, and I lost my motivation to audition. A few years later, thanks to studio politics, I lost interest in dancing entirely, and I quit. The Irish dance shows reached the peak of their popularity and waned; I lost track of what the different stars were doing. I never really gave it another thought -- it was a long time ago, that I followed those shows.

I won't say that seeing MF and Daire on the TV brought back my love of the dance, and I'm going to go back, because I'm not. But it did bring back a nostalgia for old times -- when life was simpler and could be measured in counts of eight. (Or five, if you're doing a slip jig.) I just think it's so funny, like seeing an old friend. Who's voice I finally get to hear.