I’m going to write something, because I haven’t written anything in a while.
For all my new followers, (all 7 of them 8D) this is what I usually do, write stuff. But I doubt there are any posts of literary substance for the past 5 pages or so. It saddens me that I’m forsaking my roots, but mindless reblogging with the occasional, dare I say witty remark takes little effort. A writing post on the other hand… Requires an investment of blood, sweat, tears into each and every letter… Not my own bodily fluids, by the way, like all good writers, I have my own supply of orphans, one of which I sacrifice before the beginning of each new writing post.
Now, what to write about. I was instructed to write about robots, but I don’t know, robot’s don’t really grab my fantasy. I never liked the idea of something so completely artificial and coldly efficient. It just seems so, well, boring to be completely honest. Cyborgs are an idea I could get behind. All the perks of being made out of metal coupled with the excitement of a human brain.
Eh, I really didn’t want to write about cyborgs, I just don’t have any other idea bouncing around in my brain space at the moment. Damn TV, you’ve ruined my imagination, just like you ruined my ability to..to… um.. ah… oh well.
Mentioning TV, Tumblr has recently clued me in to a new fantasy based TV show called “Game of Thrones”. I didn’t really pick up what was being put down in the first episode, but now half way into the second, the clouds of confusion are parting and I’m quite eager to see what these cut throat often randy families are going to do next. It’s like.. like… one of those American Drama’s I’ve never watched set in Middle Earth. Also, they say “fuck” quite a lot and it seems very out of place in that landscape. When I hear the word “fuck” I immediately imagine it spray painted on the side of a building somewhere, but I couldn’t really picture it carved into a tree in that world or painted on the side of a castle.
In other news, my bed room has transcended the bounds of “untidy” and fallen into the realm of “complete and utter wasteland”. It’s even begun to produce it’s own unique odor, which to me indicates that a biological organism has begun it’s life here. I couldn’t possibly clean it now, it’d upset the balance of the ecosystem. And who knows what sort of discoveries my room might hold. I should declare my bedroom it’s own sovereign state and all organism that dwell in here shall be under my jurisdiction and there shall be no laws against horrendous scientific experiments that will potentially benefit all man kind.. or introduce a new kind of incurable disease.
And that’s a wrap. Today’s writings were brought to you by Grill’d. The worlds most hipster burger.
Yeah, most of my writing posts are basically like this.
