Neil Gaiman

   Neil Gaiman, is, hands down, my favourite author ever.  Sorry John.

this should explain a thing or two

why.  I'LL TELL YA WHY!!

Oink

  it all started when i was a young, innocent child.  Or, at least as innocent as is possible for me.  My mother read me the wolves in the walls. The darkness, the struggle, and the humour captivated me. I demanded to be read it every night. My favourite line is "What? said the queen of Melanesia, who had dropped by to help with the gardening."  Genius! I wish I could think of crazy crap like that! Oh wait. I can. THANKS TO NEIL. That christmas, the only I wanted, the only thing in the world was a pig puppet. I still have it. Somewhere. It's kinda greyish now.



My favourite book of all time and the universe, is good omens. It's a collaboration he did with Terry Pratchett. To quote nNeil : "Good Omens seems like I wrote this really dark, serious story, and terry ran around behind me putting in jokes." That's a fun image. I'll just let ya play around with it for awhile

The greatest show unearthed intro

       I'm in absolute love with a band called Creature Feature.  Yes I know, it's not music day, however, I'm going to Paul McCartney tonight, so I have to be gone fast. I wrote a story intro for a story based on their song "Greatest Show Unearthed". Here it is;


No one knows where they come from. Once a year, something strange rolls into town. Big, black and red circus tents seem to appear by magic, surrounded by big black gates. From inside, screaming, laughter, sobs and eerie music penetrate the air.  They stay for one night year every year, halloween, before disappearing into the early november fog. Leaving nothing behind but red stains on the concrete where it stood. Parents generally warn their kids to avoid it.  A few people bravely venture in. They are never heard from again. One year, in the humble town of Bradburyville, a young woman by the name of Virginia Clemm went missing. This is the story of some kids who went to look for her in this circus, and the consequences they suffered.

They had the misfortune to enter The Greatest Show Unearthed.


Byyyyyyeeeee

Underground poetry and apologies

THIS IS A CUTE PUPPY YOU HAVE TO FORGIVE ME

      OHMYGOSHI'MSOSORRYICOMPLETELYMISSEDTUESDAYSPOSTAAHHHH! Ok, ok,  I'm good now. I sincerely apologize  for the disruption in our regularly scheduled programing folks. But it isn't my fault. I was at Magic kingdom until 1:00 a.m, and was wayyyy to exhausted to really write anything. Besides, I had no good ideas for posts anyway. Next week the nerd day post will be SUPER EXTREMELY AMAZING. I promise. It'll be like skydiving with sharks into a pool of crocodiles on crack. Who are also werewolves. And have machetes. But less, you know, dangerous. And stuff 

MOVING INTO LITERARY DAY

   I love underground poetry. I know, I know. It sounds pretentious and snooty and hipster-esque. However, you cannot deny the beauty of the tortured soul expressing it's  self on paper. I went to a poetry reading with a friend a couple  weeks ago, and it was amazing. My favorite one by far was called "If Poems Could Kill" I think. I don't know (You're amazing Rhianna. Not the singer, the girl who wrote the poem). It was one of the most angry gorgeous things I've ever heard. My friend who invited me read a poem she'd written about depressing caffeine and  a story about the earthquake/tsunami in Japan. Rhianna's boyfriend played a song for her, which was ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE. As for myself, I couldn't write poetry to save my life. But you know

whatever