Two turtle doves

         It's the second day of Christmas. No school work. I have hours a day to write and read and draw and clean.And there was more 'and's' in that sentence than ever should be legal (Hey I'm my own grammar police).  life is never completely perfect. It would be no fun, than.
         Write now I am working on the "Club of Queer Trades" one of the stories in my volume of G.K. Chesterton, that I (ecstatically)  received yesterday.  Basically the premise of the story is that there is a club full of people who have trades that have never been made before.
          For example, the first member is the man who 'sells' adventures. The second is of the man who 'sells' wit. Now you have to read the rest to find out about the other members in this club. I'd recommend it although I proffered "Ball and the Cross" personally.

       P.S. For those of you who are wondering, I am a somewhat lax grammar police.

Sorry for not updating

          I have for the last week, more or less, been visiting a friend so I have not been able to put up any new posts. I need to find another book to read, but I am going to be so busy with writing my own book (novel?) and do other more practical things that I may have very little time for reading. However, I have been recently been thinking about an all but forgotten medium.
           Storytelling. Oral Storytelling.  Yes, I know it came before the 60's. But people have been doing it for thousands of years. And now in America it is almost obsolete.  It seems a pity to get rid of something that forms such a basic human tradition. I love books (you really couldn't tell?). But there is something more personal, more real, in the telling of a tale. Usually because it follows a stream of consciousness.  In the case of my stories sometimes the ending surprises me.\
             I have the fortune of having many younger brothers who are willing guinea pigs for my stories. Oddly enough they enjoy most are the ones that I tell them where the main character is an insane version of myself and some how or another they end in the story. In one case we were shooting marshmallows from a marshmallow gun. Of course the marshmallows were soaked in gasoline and lit when we fired them. What else would any normal person do?
         Ohhh! today's Christmas. I should have instead written about something christmassy. Like the Christmas Carol, The Nightmare Before Christmas, or maybe the first and second chapter of Luke. Oh well I still have more Christmas season left to write in.
          

Well I was talking to my brother, Chewie Louie

              Somebody in my family accused me a little while ago of being random. I am not random, I'll have her know.  Why are my fingers blue? Anyway, I wanted to write about The Nightmare Before Christmas. But I will have to do that another time, since my little brothers are clamouring to get on the computer
           "Get off we want to go on the computer"
            "No you can't. Your too heavy. Oii! stop hitting me!"
             "But it's my turn!"
            "You don't have a turn when I'm on the computer."
            "But I thought you were to heavy to be on the computer."
             "Oi! Don't call me fat, Chewie Louie."
            "I'm going to tell mummy"
            "Go ahead and while your at it get me some more blueberries, they are in the freezer."
            "Ohh, is that why your lips are blue?"
            "No, it's because someone forgot where he put the thermostat last."
             "But the thermostat isn't even removable."
             "Which makes it all the more pathetic."
      Well I leave you with that thought, or lack thereof. And hopefully I shall not be deaf because of thier wailing.
       

Ha..ha..ha

          I am done with finals! And I am still alive! Well, maybe I'd better check my pulse.
          I have a strange sense of euphoria at the moment. I'm sure it will pass, as does everything. Now I can write.  Well, I have just recently learned that Christmas is rapidly approaching. Oddly enough it is falling on the 25th this year. I seem to remember it doing likewise, sometime before. I don't know maybe last year.
         I have found recently about old time radio productions. Like something they listened to before the television was invented. I enjoy the Suspense stories, and it makes it even better that many if not most of them are on Librivox, which is perhaps the only site I enjoy as much as my blog. But there was some very interesting even clever ideas that they presented in the shows. Naturally they had their boring shows like the Westerns and a good deal of the comedies. I, in most cases find that the comedies where to depressing. No I am serious. I can trace a great deal of our problems back through the mentality presented in such shows. Although, I did find that "Our Miss Brooks" was enjoyable and not to depressing. But there is still nothing so good to elevate one's spirit as a good horror, mystery or suspense show. At the very least, you can rejoice in the fact that you do not have as many problems as the main character. Wait is that why some people read my blog?!?

Well I should be studying....

      I've decided that writing in my blog about what I am studying, is studying. The Battle of Maldon. As is true for most Anglo-Saxon poems there is no known author. The only two known authors of poetry are Keniwulf and Deor. And neither wrote it. Well anyway it is about Brydnoth, and his fight against the Vikings. He perhaps did one of the most idiotic (but honourable?) things that one could have done. He and his army were sort of protecting an outlet from the Vikings. Maybe from there they could have successfully repelled the viking hoard, or at the least they could have made it more difficult to get killed.
                  These Vikings after demanding payment from the Mercians to leave them in peace. They were obviously refused. Then they asked to be allowed passage through, they would not attack.
                  AND HE BLOOM'IN LET THEM THROUGH!
                 Obviously for such stupidity he had to die, so halfway through the poem he was dead. He died in the battle field with the Vikings. He died a very honourable and noble death of course. But one of his men turned traitor after his death and fled the battle field on Brynoth's horse. This caused others to retreat and the few men who were left to recklessly throw themselves at the enemy in a glorious but somewhat fatal charge.
              To be fair I enjoyed the battle descriptions completely. I am slightly worried that I have become perhaps a little to taken with this society. I just have to enjoy the way they seem to think.
       

Sorry for not posting in a long time. I am finding that finals are fairly time consuming. Hopefully I shall be able to blog a little more by this friday, no promises however.

Well let's see

             My younger sister is going through a Jane Austen phase. She's sortof dragging me along with it. I enjoy her books and many of the movies based of her books. But it always strikes me as interesting that her books  are not very romantic (What do you really think that I'd enjoy them otherwise?). It is a domestic novel that portrays marriage as an almost social contract. Which it is to a certain extent.
           I'm not saying that the characters are not in love with thier future spouse. But there was a certain practical element to the stories. Edward and Elinor wait till they have enough money to live on till they get married. Not  a great deal of money, at least by thier standards, but enough to get by. Jane Austen seems to think that one must have respect for the marriage partner and between the tw have enough money to live off of. However she seems scornful of woman who just marry for money. An example of that would be Charolette (In Pride and Prejudice), and more notoriously Lucy Steel (In Sense and Sensibility). She also does not seem to believe in just plain out love at first sight. She has many men who marry thier wifes for thier beauty and good humor, and as a result become bitter and unhappy because their wifes are silly and foolish. Mr Bennet, of course, (From Pride and Prejudice) and this man from sense and sensibility whose name I can not remember. Also in Emma, Mr Knightly, proclaims that men of sense do not want silly wives, after Emma had proclaimed that all men cared for really was beauty and good humor in thier wives.
           I have read Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It was pretty awful. The idea was interesting, but the book was dumb and boring. It made uneccsesary and crude jokes, because the author could not think of anything else to amuse his readers with. It was not well written, and it was ridicoulous in an extremly boring way. The actual book of Pride and Prejudice was much funnier than that and it was not even meant to be a comedy like the other.