tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39569532011-07-31T04:06:40.657-07:00FantastoryBeing whatever comes to mind that I feel like sharing. Certainly open to the possibility of bouncing ideas off of others.Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-19182918909219208832009-09-23T06:01:00.000-07:002009-09-23T06:26:25.830-07:00His breath came in ragged pants as his shoes splashed through the puddles in the streetlamp lit alley. Just keep running, he thought. Just keep running. If he catches you you're dead. The vague shadow in the corner of his eye was still there- taunting him, playing with him like an orca with a seal, or a young psychopath w/ a poor, unfortunate animal- barely distinguishable from the other Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-19943123605407373912009-01-14T12:35:00.000-08:002009-01-14T17:12:47.461-08:00In working on the story begun w/ my previous entry's brainstorming I started thinking about theme, mood, and setting. Following through w/ that I thought that I'd try some scene painting as it were w/out fleshing out any characters, so that's what this exercise is about._____________________________________________________________________The great, black locomotive rocketed forward on it's Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-12191043530841615602009-01-03T14:39:00.000-08:002009-01-03T16:31:15.520-08:00BrainstormingInspired by the Wily Writers group I'm just setting out ehre to list elements of favorite genres it my be neat to incorporate into a story.Steampunk/Screampunk_____________________clockwork machinestrainsTeslasecret societiesCthulhu by gaslightMorlocksjourney to the moonindustrial aestheticworld travelether gogglespseudo-scientific experimentsdirigiblessteam powered "Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1166802058861395132006-12-22T06:56:00.000-08:002006-12-22T07:40:58.876-08:00She approached in a wide circle so that her father could see her coming. It was not a good idea to disturb him while he was practicing throwing axes. Sneak up on him at the wrong moment and he tended to react instinctively. Tia didn't fancy the idea of an axe sticking out of the middle of her forehead. He had berated her for a whole hour before he sent her to bed without supper the one time Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1149521693316768802006-06-05T07:40:00.000-07:002006-06-05T08:34:53.370-07:00Clinbing out of the timbers of the smoking ruins that had been his home the boy surveyed the damage. The events of the past twenty-four hours had left him exhausted. I knew he should feel the pain of his loss, the rage against the raping pillagers that invaded his home and left his town a smouldering wasteland, the hunger and thirst of starvation lying trapped where he was lest he be found and Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1134309849773528972005-12-11T05:44:00.000-08:002005-12-11T06:04:09.783-08:00These are simply another morning pages, so don't expect much content beyond the usual mad ramblings, and stream of consciousness writing that you have come to expect from me. I got to go for a walk this morning and found how while I knew that Olde West became some other road, I did not realize that I already knew the other end of that road- that other end being one that has looped around over toBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1127066317977992142005-09-18T10:30:00.000-07:002005-09-18T10:58:37.983-07:00Joshua Banks: age 13...A lonely kid walks home from the bus-stop after school. He's being followed by a pack of five boys who for the most part have a puffed up sense of their own self-worth. It starts with catcalls, jibes, and Lunch Money's style of play. Joshua tries to ignore it and them, hoping they'll become bored and go away. It's naive wishful thinking of course. And then one of them Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1126537369833709232005-09-12T07:46:00.000-07:002005-09-12T08:02:49.840-07:00It's HOT! thought agent Joshua Banks. I'm not used to this tropical desert climate. Let this case be over so I can go back to investigating haunted houses in wonderfully temperate America. This wandering around the desert outside Timbuktu is for the vultures. First there was the magic mad antique Nazi who wired his head into a tank, then there was the puzzle of just how to get into this Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1126493993273170992005-09-11T19:36:00.000-07:002005-09-11T19:59:53.280-07:00This is the eulogy I gave for my father on July 30,'05. He died the preceding Tuesday, July 26. The bibliography for the Mark Twain reference can be found in Huckleberry Finn. The song is traditional."When I was a boy there was a song I'm sure that most of you know:"John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt: his name is my name too...".Obviously, it wasn't much of a stretch to change the lyrics in my Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1106925763330267502005-01-28T07:10:00.000-08:002005-01-28T07:22:43.330-08:00Mood: mildly frustrated
Music: Danny Boy
Morning pages entry: Just start typing Bert. Something will come out. This is just an exercise, kind of like the walk you just took and picking up the viola for the first time in months. Something to keep you in practice. Can you manage that. of course I can. Ooh! Multiple personality demonstration. What fun! And now the baby has come to play. WhatBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1098285456177950082004-10-20T11:17:00.000-07:002004-10-20T08:17:36.176-07:00Mood: missing something
Music: Ashokan Farewell (I was just practicing it)
So this entry is just another morning pages, but practicing my fiddle music as I was just now has gotten me missing the lessons I was taking. I sent Alex (my instructor) an e-mail telling her that I'd like to resume my lessons soon. It might be next year before I could do so, but I don't want to let the lessons die. I Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1095647847075300062004-09-19T19:36:00.000-07:002004-09-19T19:37:27.076-07:00What Are You Most Likely to Utter During Sex by UMAJohnnieNameSexualityAgeMost Likely to Say"Hey... where ya going?"Quiz created with MemeGen!
Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1095647352364888862004-09-19T18:55:00.000-07:002004-09-19T19:29:12.363-07:00Mood: nervous energy
Movie: Se7en
Lieing awake in my bed, my insomnia was definitely giving me one of it's worse nights. The rain aggravated me nervously with it's insistant rapping upon the roof of the apartment. I contemplated getting up and fetching another Benedryl. Not that it was helping me get to sleep anymore. My body had already started to build up a tolerance. I turned in my Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1095209688831586342004-09-14T17:43:00.000-07:002004-09-14T17:54:48.833-07:00Mood: nervous energy
Music: Back in Black by AC/DC
It occurs to me as I read my gf's favorite book that I've wanted to write some science fiction of my own. After all didn't I inspire my senior year of h.s. English teacher to want to be my agent when I became a writer? Wasn't that part of the point of starting this blog: to spin ideas, rough drafts, fantastic ideas into something I could use Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1080748090444701662004-03-31T07:48:00.000-08:002004-03-31T07:51:42.013-08:00Mood: calm
Music: The Irish Washer Woman (I was just practicing it)
Where to begin. I just mean this to be a morning pages so I'm just going to ramble on and on again like I used to do. Hope this doesn't bother anyone but I just mean to keep on typing until time runs out or I reach a satisfactory length of typing. That's the way it is so :PPPPP. Okay, that's not exatly words its an extended Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1077486050468273142004-02-22T13:40:00.000-08:002004-02-22T13:43:32.436-08:00Mood: slightly anctious
Music: the menu music to Neil Gaiman's NEVERWHERE DVD (if you can call that droning music)
As I have not written anything in some time it seemed due that I should do so. The following is simply some ideas that have been tossed around by Heath, myself and a few others. It had been brought up that a sequel to the Dungeons & Dragons movie is in the works. Here's some Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1057696979419873972003-07-08T13:42:00.000-07:002003-07-08T13:42:59.396-07:00Mood: cranky
Music: Type O Negative Life is Killing Me CD party
I hadn't posted anything in a few days and missed a few times when I'd intended too. Anyway, not really interested in saying anything, just that I'm still heree and have not dropped this thing, even though some people seem to think that I'd intended to drop something else entirely. hmph.Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1056749378090736742003-06-27T14:29:00.000-07:002003-06-27T14:29:38.023-07:00Mood: eery
Music: KISS's Detroit Rock City sndtrk
It was just comething I wanted to test out w/ the new DVD player, but this movie I related to far too well. Maybe its because I was five in 1978 and can remember what was happening back then. I was never really a KISS fan until I saw this, and they were one of the best rock concerts that I have ever seen, but my interest in them was rather Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-1056643187447993092003-06-26T08:59:00.000-07:002003-06-26T08:59:47.410-07:00Mood: mysteriously anxious
Music: The Crystal Method
Wow! New blog, new possibilities? Can't tell so far, but my mind's not really awake yet. I was up til four A.M. this morning reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I finished the denouement this morning after I woke up at about 9:30. There was some things I wanted to see that didn't happen, but otherwise it was a good book. IBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-959591042003-06-23T14:22:00.000-07:002003-06-23T14:22:35.480-07:00Mood: uncertain
Music: The Chieftains
Today marked a return to a more routine schedule at work. I opened serving chicken and made my usual fetching of the Richmond Restaurant order. I got just about all of the cole slaw packaged and read the latest Harry potter on my breaks. Still, the convenience checks taht are going to get me back up in the air did not arrive yet. I'm anctious. I SO wantBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-957777062003-06-17T20:39:00.000-07:002003-06-17T20:39:24.850-07:00Mood: sleepy
Music: Saphire: the Uppity Blues Women
The music selection that I'm listening to right now is something that Mom lent to me. She described it as raunchy, but it seems fairly normal to me. It sounds like three ladies having fun making music. *shrug* maybe they've got some attitude, but I'm not sure I'd call them raunchy, but then again I haven't been paying that close of Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-956845722003-06-15T07:05:00.000-07:002003-06-15T07:05:17.256-07:00Mood: politically perturbed
Music: Eddie From Ohio
Okay, soapbox time: I'm sitting here eating breakfast and turn on the "Hitler" Channel just out of habit and some guy I don't know is interviewing some astronaut I don't know. Apparently he's some hero in the astronaut world, but I don't know his story. Anyways, he makes this comment about how the only reason we beat the Soviets into space wasBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-955191512003-06-10T12:55:00.000-07:002003-06-10T12:55:17.953-07:00Mood: inquisitive
Music: "Sheena is a Punk Rocker" by the Ramones
"I want to hear/ read/ write(?) a poem..." [from Def Poetry jam]
...about what concerns you most.
...about the vampire who's a musical geek.
...about what Dylan forgot aboutBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-953956382003-06-06T20:31:00.000-07:002003-06-06T20:31:34.213-07:00Mood: disappointed
Music: Whip It by Devo
ok, five minutes ago I knew what i wanted to type about, but here I am with a big ol' blank. I'm still trying to figure out what to cook for dinner tomorrow night. I think I made a major faux pas in front of a friend who was having an awful night, and I guess I should apologize, but I don't know if he took it personally or realized that we were just Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-952959062003-06-04T12:05:00.000-07:002003-06-04T12:05:26.906-07:00Mood: feeling productive
Music: the Essential Bob Dylan
Oh! the depressing matter of cleaning up my room. A project left undone since I moved back home. Having too much stuff does not help the matter any. I'm sure John Y. is singing Dave Brocki (sp?) by this point but the fact remains that I need to find another place for my stuff. So towrads that end I went price shopping for storage space.Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-952556322003-06-03T14:54:00.000-07:002003-06-03T14:54:36.700-07:00Mood: lethargic
Music: Fantasy a 4 the "Great Basse" by Orlando Gibbons and Julia Hodgson
I came home from a busy day at work to find Dad home, which was a bit of a surprize as I expected him to be home sometime late tonight from his business trip. Not an unpleasant one. *shrug* Another package arrived today. *teehee* And my mind is just not feeling very creative right now, which is what I Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-952098082003-06-02T15:32:00.000-07:002003-06-02T15:32:23.873-07:00Mood: the party's over- Mom's home
Music: Mass of the Blessed Virgin by the Monastic Choir of the Abbey of Montserrat
Well, sometime last week i couldn't find my credit card, so I figured that I'd left it behind at a store. I called my bank, had it reported lost thereby cancelling it. What happens today?! I take my driver's license out to show it to the clerk at Best Buy and find the old Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-951401612003-05-31T20:40:00.000-07:002003-05-31T20:40:16.446-07:00Mood: too tired to tell
Music: Celtic folk (at the moment- No Frontiers by Mary Black, but whatever comes on the station)
Too exhausted to think of a real subject of conversation. Apologies to those who actually read my site. Thanks for stopping by. Do come again. ;)Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-950793242003-05-30T06:33:00.000-07:002003-05-30T06:33:42.900-07:00Mood: mildly nervous energy(you know, that feeling at the start of the day that you want to do something, but you don't know what)
Music: Lionheart by Angels of Venice
According the the Gothic calendart today records the death of two important figures of history of mythic proportions: King Arthur and Joan d'Arc. Of Arthur's death at the battle of Camlan and his transport at the hands of the Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-950507372003-05-29T14:09:00.000-07:002003-05-29T14:09:40.143-07:00Mood: releived
Music: nevermind, not worth mentioning
So the pangs of hunger enter my consciousness, and I wonder why I'm still sitting here at the keyboard clicketing away at letters to put forth some semblance of a statement into the record of my day. Of course, i don't know of what sort of food for which it is that I crave, but I do know that its time to feed the cats as they so pointedly Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-950021152003-05-28T12:37:00.000-07:002003-05-28T12:37:05.073-07:00Mood: miserable
Music: Finale from The Abyss sndtrk by Alan Silvestri
Of all the mornings to forget my allergy medication why did I have to do it on the morning I work in the chicken room? That breader is horrible on the sinouses! I spent the last two hours of my shift working and blowing my nose. No fun. At least I got my car tune-up taken care of. One less issue to worry about.Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-949407022003-05-27T07:22:00.000-07:002003-05-27T07:22:37.680-07:00Mood:amused
Music: The Masquerade Suite by Aram Khachaturian
So my mother and girlfriend got into a religious discussion last night and were worried that I'd be offended by their discussion. Oh! contrere, mon frere (sp?) Im usually rather intrigued by such discussions, even if I do disagree with both parties. Just because I disagree doesn't mean I'm going to be offended. Okay, a couple of Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-948788532003-05-25T19:07:00.000-07:002003-05-25T19:07:48.600-07:00Mood: paranoid
Music: unavailable
Sometimes I just get to that point where I don't know who to trust anymore.
Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-947593982003-05-22T16:21:00.000-07:002003-05-22T16:21:25.220-07:00Mood: sleepy, scatterbrained, enthusiastic
Music: Buffy: the Vampire Slayer theme by Nerf Herder
Enthusiastic b/c tonight I'm making it back to the pub for the first time in a month and a half! It seems a pretty celebratory night too. After the memorial service I could use something resembling a wake.Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-947089112003-05-21T16:16:00.000-07:002003-05-25T19:27:33.000-07:00I'm gonna start using a convention I've witnessed on Megan's and Micah's LiveJournal entries: namely the identification of mood and music at the time of the entry.
Mood: feelings of acomplishment.
Music: "Fairytale of New York" by the Pogues ft. Kirsty MacColl
Those feelings of accomplishment come from freeing up some space on my computer. I went from just about all full up to seventy-five% Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-946414352003-05-20T10:08:00.000-07:002003-05-20T10:08:31.226-07:00And there it is! Evryone give a "shout out" to post comments to me! :) hahahaha Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-946403952003-05-20T09:44:00.000-07:002003-05-20T09:44:01.273-07:00Look! Down there! At the bottom of the page! I ADDED LINKS! I'm working on adding comments next so stay tuned! :)Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-946147292003-05-19T20:37:00.000-07:002003-05-19T20:37:41.716-07:00Having picked up The Matrix: Reloaded Album yesterday I oddly find myself in the mood for techno right now. I found the album to be better than the movie. Quite the opposite from the original where the movie was better than the soundtrack. That's my opinion at least.
Once again I find it necessary to enter another obituary onto my blog. The departing soul in question belonging to "Get Down"Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-943682042003-05-14T20:42:00.000-07:002003-05-14T20:42:46.763-07:00Okay, I just exchanged journal URL listings with a college buddy so I guess I'd better make an entry for the evening. She mentioned playing pool again in her e-mail. I had a good time at that Monday night. I even earned a new nickname: "Clutch" because I kept coming through in them. I wasn't the best player at the table, but when the time came to put the eight-ball away I was always there. :)Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-942255552003-05-12T14:13:00.000-07:002003-05-12T14:13:38.073-07:00Today is the "Cat Parade" in Belgium. Okay, without looking that up on a website one has to wonder what a "Cat Parade" would be, or its origins in mythology. I have this image of the running of the bulls with prides of house cats. And mice and birds everywhere begin to shutter. Now there's a species apocalyptic image. I wonder if Angela knows about this. I'm sure she'd love it. But why Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-939681112003-05-07T20:30:00.000-07:002003-05-07T20:30:47.760-07:00Okay, I'm back... hours later. Hey! For me, that ain't bad. Oddly, I've got my radio set on the soul station. When I was frying chicken yesterday Diane caught me playing Otis Redding and loving him like she does she asked me where I got the CD. I told her Barnes & Noble. She probmptly went and bumped into her niece. Her niece said, no, don't buy your CDs here, buy 'em through the Time/LifeBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-939305962003-05-07T08:09:00.000-07:002003-05-07T08:09:24.650-07:00The Gothic calendar is oddly blank today. Thus far my day is as well. A little light reading, a little Civ III, and breakfast of gluten-free waffles: not much to get ya started. Although I'm planning a little cleaning, and a little campaign writing. We'll see how much I get done. I buried my crystal yesterday. Its supposed to remain buried for three days, which means I'll dig it up and Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-938247002003-05-05T14:49:00.000-07:002003-05-05T14:49:25.173-07:00Happy Cinco de Mayo, folks! Its been a miserable day between my allergies, the drowsiness from the Benedryll I used to treat it, and the occasional head-ache flare-ups that briefly occurred, today just hasn't been a pleasant one. The most interesting thing to have occurred was the procurement of my new glasses. It will take some time for my eyes to adjust to them, but they definitely seem to Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-937500652003-05-04T09:31:00.000-07:002003-05-04T09:31:36.160-07:00Okay, so my last entry was almost two months ago. So sue me. Life's been its usual busy and I've not had much time for e-mail much less blog-time. Its shortyly after noon and I'm writing on a stomach that's only had the bottom of a bag of Fritos so far for lunch. What direction I want my creativity to take today is way up in the air. Mostly I wanna bitch about being nagged at for whatever Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-904984242003-03-10T19:36:00.000-08:002003-03-10T19:36:58.873-08:00As I write this the temperature outside is 33 degrees, the sky is clear, and the moon is waxing to a quarter moon tomorrow night. I'm a bit tired, but its been exciting the past couple of days for little things. Yesterday I had my first flying lesson in two months. The lesson went well, but what was most encouraging was that I acquired the contact information for a seaplane flight instructor.Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-901187722003-03-04T08:30:00.000-08:002003-03-04T08:30:11.546-08:00IiiiiiiiIIIITTT'S MARDI GRAS!!!!!! Party time! Unfortunately I still have this nagging cough. My voice apparently sounds utterly sick or totally sexy, depending on who you ask right now. And right now the cat idn't sayin'. I've got the radio streamin' on New Orleans Jazz, but its sure playing a mixture of Jazz, Swing, and the Blues from all over the area. That's good on a day like today. Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-900735472003-03-03T14:33:00.000-08:002003-03-03T14:33:50.530-08:00Why do I always seem to be posting about funerals and memorial services on this thing? Latest case in point: James Howell. Last Sunday we were watching Daredevil together- last night I was viewing him in his casket with a room full of SCAdians, a scant few I actually knew. Those being his wife Karen, Jenn Vermilion, and Bryan. The latter two I knew/know from role-playing. Taryn was kind Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-896679512003-02-24T13:57:00.000-08:002003-02-24T13:57:57.153-08:00I must be coming down with something. I woke up this morning with horrible congestion and its been draining into my throat. I suspect soon I'll start coughing and that my throat will be sore. Its already got that peculiar tickle one gets when something starts affecting you. My eyes are also itchy and watery. At least my lips aren't chapped this time. I took some Top Care Cold when i got Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-893316612003-02-18T14:28:00.000-08:002003-02-18T14:28:32.896-08:00Yes, I know that last entry is an extravagant indulgence in childish pasttimes. I wrote SOMEthing didn't I?Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-893315552003-02-18T14:26:00.000-08:002003-02-18T14:26:46.880-08:00Mercury-skinned demi-god riding the waves of the star-filled void
Pursuent of your forsaken alienity
Molded in the image of the god of consumption
Rebellious of your deity
Loaded down with wanderlust, you seek the untrodden lanes of the aether
What is this worthless life-den of a rock?
What wondrous beings inhabit here?
Do I have the right?
To choose between occupation and conscience?
Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-892768092003-02-17T18:22:00.000-08:002003-02-17T18:22:38.696-08:00Given the assignment of writing something still gives a sense of dread, like I'm about to perform. I can get on a stage faster than I can unleash the full expression of my thoughts. What mad inhibitions have forced me into this... complex? Irony? Juxtaposition? Contrast? Okay, I'm at loss for the word I know is in there somewhere. I think I know what my problem is: I sit here watching theBerthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-890578562003-02-13T15:11:00.000-08:002003-02-13T15:11:57.590-08:00Okay, gotta keep this brief. Pop-Pop talked my ear off about getting settled into a career just now, and it decimated what little muse I had. Maybe I should finally sit down and write something publishable. I'm not sure these entries really count. I tend to save all my stories for role-playing adventures, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, I just don't profit off of that. I feel like I'm Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-890145942003-02-12T20:40:00.000-08:002003-02-12T20:40:34.780-08:00Yikes! This is embarrassing to have been negligent of my blog for so long. I don't expect too many people follow it in any case, but here goes. Today was my day off from work at Ukrop's. I still did teacher training with Taryn at the studio this evening though. I had intended to have lunch with Pop-Pop today, but when I tried to contact him he was, as I later found out, buying an electric Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-870273562003-01-06T14:36:00.000-08:002003-01-06T14:36:33.166-08:00As the rains pours down and my eyes droop wearily under my brow, I fathom the little challnges of the day. This morning I encountered the rudest customr as I can remember in some time. He complained about what it took to get service around the area. When I explained the system, he grew more indignant, but I found an unlikely ally amongst the other customers as a lady explained to him that the Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-868929932003-01-03T13:40:00.000-08:002003-01-03T13:40:28.586-08:00Its Friday afternoon and I have no idea as to what I want to do tonight. The most obvious plan seems to be to either go out and see Star Trek: Nemesis or stay home and watch either Monty Python's the LIfe of Brian or The Dark Crystal- two DVDs that I received for Christmas that I haven't had opportunity to watch yet. Although I've seen both before. Of course my mother would say to clean up my Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-861335572002-12-16T14:54:00.000-08:002002-12-16T14:54:49.700-08:00When it rains it pours. On Wednesday, December 11, 2002 Elizabeth Patton Fridley died of a heart attack. It was her sixth. Grandmama was the dearest woman that I had ever known. This time I was able to attend a visitationon Friday evening at Woody Funeral Home. Her funeral itself was at Maury Cemetary at a familiar plot next to her husband, my grandfather, Erskine Fridley. It was cold, Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-854537572002-12-03T16:39:00.000-08:002002-12-03T16:39:22.263-08:00This morning my family held a memorial service for the passing away of Florernce Lane Schmid, known to me as Nana, my grandmother. Pop-Pop seemed to handle it better than we expected, but still broke down on occasion. After all, they had been married sixty-seven years. This is the second time that I have lost a grandparent to Alzheimers, and the second time that a grandparent passed away Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-850879542002-11-25T19:10:00.000-08:002002-11-25T19:10:26.240-08:00Ah! Twas about time that I taught a lesson at Dance Masters again. Tonight I taught four-count swing in beginning group lesson. I had eight students: three men and five women. I got through the basic step, left and right-hand turns, rotation and wind-ups. I had hoped to cover cuddles and the difference between four-count swing and hustle, but I ran out of time. My girlfriend, Taryn was Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-848895032002-11-21T13:52:00.000-08:002002-11-21T13:52:01.830-08:00So I came home from work feeling under the influence of my disease, a counter attempted with Top Care's answer to Tums, and began my usual routine. There was no mail for me. Thank goodness as usually when there is its usually a bill. Tha answering machine was also bereft of messages. The cats were eager to be fed and it was late enough I met their demands. E-mail was even decidedly brief. Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-848546422002-11-20T21:21:00.000-08:002002-11-20T21:21:09.040-08:00Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-848541692002-11-20T21:08:00.000-08:002002-11-20T21:08:43.703-08:00Tonight's entry must be unfortunately brief as I have work early in the morning. I will make an attempt to link other friends blogs to my own this evening if I can achieve it. My other computer experience this evening has been trialing the Musicmatch MX program that I might give them feedback. The trial format has given me opportune to explore some dream pop groups. I already have Mazzy Star,Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3956953.post-847438712002-11-18T20:00:00.000-08:002002-11-18T20:00:42.036-08:00Being the first entry of Bert Schmid to his blogspot: Fantastory. As what entries I have seen of other individuals (okay, an individual) were of a journal nature, and this has become something of a social venue my entries will most likely be of a similar nature. However recognizing my penchant for stream of consciousness writing don't be surprized if my writings become tangential. That being Berthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11471893250159830991noreply@blogger.com0