The Last Lecture.

If you haven’t seen it yet, please, watch this Last Lecture. It is simply amazing.

Cormac

Friday Night.

Now that it is Friday and I’m looking back at it, I can honestly say this has been a busy week. What I find interesting is that as busy as it was, I don’t remember much of what happened on any particular day.

I am looking forward to next week. To be specific, I’m looking forward to being on vacation Monday – Thursday. That’s right, I only have one working day next week, and that is a Friday. Not the best plannning, I admit that, but I shall enjoy the break. I shall spend the time house sitting for some friends of mine that are going to Colorado for the week. Well, house and dog sitting, that is. From Sunday through Thursday I’ll be taking care of Maggie, an English Bulldog, and Cammie, a Border Collie/Black Lab mix. They are friendly dogs, though Maggie isn’t all that bright.

I’ve got four books to read during my time with the canines. The last  of the Dresden Books, A Glen Cook Fantasy novel, the first of the Black Company series that  a friend recommended. A couple of histories I’ve been looking forward to reading for a while. I’m sure the time will pass all to soon.

I just finished reading Stephen King’s book On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. I have been a fan of King’s work since the first time I read Salem’s Lot when I was in the seventh grade. I can still remember being scared stupid by that book. In the years since I’ve read just about everything the man has published. Some were great; The Stand, It, Christine. Some were aweful; The Tommy Knockers, The Dark Half, Gerald’s Game. For a while it seemed that the man could publish his grocery list and make the best seller lists, and during that period some of the books he released read like he was just phoning the stories in.

I’ve always found the forwards and afterwwords of his books to be the most entertaning. Those sections are written in such a way that it almost feels like you are sitting in a room with him and having a slightly creepy conversations. Danse Macbre, his book about the horror genre in print, radio, film and television from 1950  1990 carried that feeling through an entire book, and On Writing is very much the same.

The book is divided into three sections: CV, The Tool Box, and On Writing. The first, CV, is a collection memory snippets that lead him to become the man and the writer he is. They provide a very short, and very selective autobiography.

In the Toolbox section he discusses the importance of vocabulary, grammar, style, and research. The most memorable part of the Toolbox section is the way he makes perfectly clear that, “the adverb is not your friend”. Well, I thought it was the most entertaining part.

The final section is by far the longest. mostly talks about his theories about the nature of the story. The story, in his mind, always comes first, and everything else needs so support the story. He is not a real fan of extensive plotting. Let the story come, put it on the page. Use research to support the story, but don’t overwhelm it.

I could write more, and probably should, but it’s late, and I’ve got a copy of BoonDock Saints to watch. More later.

Cormac

Vexa minus,
Labora Plurius.

Public Service Announcement

Once again I feel I need to make a public service announcement. If you have not yet seen the Dark Knight, go, as soon as possible, shell out the money for the ticket, and watch what is  quite possibly the best adaptation of a comic character to a movie that has ever been made. It was even better than Iron Man, which was a damn good movie.
I could give you a long post about all the reasons Batman is my favorite comic hero. I could also give you a long, long list of reasons Dark Knight is such an amazing movie, but that would be kind of boring. So, I’ll just say again, “Go See This Movie!!! Do NOT miss this on the big screen”.

Ok, my work  is done for the day.

Cormac

Don’t you hate it when…

Don’t you hate it when you prepare your self for a big fight (verbal, not necessarily physical), get all your facts prepared, all your counter arguments together, and your mind right……and then it doesn’t happen?

Cormac

It is very late Friday night, and I’m on the second disc of Lost season 2, and I’m feeling good. I had a particularly good day at work, and I don’t have to go back to work until Tuesday. While I’ve been watching Lost I’ve been opening rings. Tomorrow I’ll have enough opened to start working on my next jewelry project. Life is good.

Not much to post tonight, but after the morose posts earlier this week I just felt I should post that I’m feeling good.

C.

Minutes to Memories

On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
He looked at the young man who was riding beside him
He said I’m old kind of worn out inside
I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary
And my father before me I helped build this land
Now I’m seventy-seven and with God as my witness
I earned every dollar that passed through my hands
My family and friends are the best thing I’ve known
Through the eye of the needle I’ll carry them home”

So, the weekend after Coronation was Athenium (and yes, I’m sure I misspelled that). This was an A&S intensive event put on by my friends from the Shire of Tor An Riogh (Starkville Mississippi). It was a very, very strange event for me. Not unpleasant, you understand, but strange.

"Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams
That we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can"

You see, this was the first event I had attended in a very long time, where I didn’t have any responsibility. I wasn’t part of the royal entourage. I wasn’t working any of the staff positions at the event. In short, I wasn’t expected to do anything. I had a VERY good time. I did nothing, NOTHING, but sit and talk to my friends all weekend.
We arrived about 9:00 PM Friday night, and Mistress Beaumont was working Troll. Unloading was literally only a matter of minutes, and after getting into garb I returned to the main Hall, where the troll table was set up, and sat down to help her run Troll. In theory I was there to help her, but it never really got all that busy, so we mainly just talked. I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with Jane, and we talked all night. Every once in a great while somebody would show up to troll in, but not very often.
During the day Saturday I again stayed in, or near, the main hall. I spent many pleasant hours engaged in conversation with lots of different people. Some of them were people I see regularly. Most, however, were people I don’t get to see more than enough. I don’t think I’d like to spend every event with no responsibilities, but every once in a while, it is a very pleasant change.


He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones
This highway is long but I know some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river
The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times
He fell asleep with his head against the window
He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind
This world offers riches and riches will grow wings
"The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming
I don't take stock in those uncertain things"

Come Sail Away

“I’m sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
I’ve got to be free, free to face the life that’s ahead of me
On board, I’m the captain, so climb aboard
We’ll search for tomorrow on every shore
And I’ll try, oh Lord, I’ll try
To carry on”

Good gods, it’s the last day of April already. How is that possible? When I was a kid, hell even when I was in high school and college the nine months of the school year would take forever to go by, but these days the calendar seems to fly by in mere heartbeats. At this rate I’ll need to start Christmas shopping next week. Bah, if I sneeze summer will be over.

So, what’s been going on? Well, in the last three weeks I’ve been to three different SCA Events. Three very different events, but all pleasant. Well, pleasant except for the price of gas of getting to them.

“I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But we’ll try best that we can to carry on”

The first trip was to Coronation, which was held at the same site Gulf Wars is held at; the Kings Arrow Ranch in Lumberton Mississippi. I had to go to this event for two reasons: I had the honor of serving as part of Uther and Kenna’s entourage, and I am the kingdom Chamberlain, so I had to be there for the transfer of kingdom property from one king to the next. As usual, I carpooled with my roommate, Turlaugh. He had to go because he had volunteered to tow the Kingdom trailer to the event for Uther and Kenna.
Unfortunately I was not able to switch to a day shift at work on that friday, so Ididn’t get off work until 9:00 PM. That meant we didn’t get on the road until about 11:30 that evening. Now, for those of you from Memphis know, this put us on site roughly at 6:00 Am.
The day passed quickly. The old King (Sir Uther) died. The new King was crowned. Meetings were attended. Tournaments were watched. Bald heads were burned in the sun ( I knew I should have taken sunscreen). Now, since I hadn’t reserved early enough to get either a cabin or a feast spot, we decided to head back home just before feast, about 5;30 PM. Let me tell you, that was a very, very long drive. But, we got home around midnight, and I crashed for about 14 hours.

"A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me lads
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me"

Next up was Aethenium. I'll post about that tomorrow. 

"I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me"