Since it seems to have gotten buried overnight, in case you missed it, I put up another chapter of Preliminary Tour yesterday.
Part Eight: Of Sixes and Sevens
Enjoy the smut,fellow pervs!
So, a lot of people unhappy with this chapter, and looking back on it, for good reason.
I know what I was going for with this and the next couple of chapters, and evidently this wasn't the right way of going about it. Let me explain my thought process a little.
Step 1: gather noodles
Step 2: gather water
Step 3: put noodles in bowl
Step 5: skip step 4, it's not important
Step 6: put bowl in microwave
Step 7: set time on microwave and press cook
Step 8: go into other room to do laundry and trip over cat toy
Step 9: spend duration of cook time looking for bandaid
Step 10: go back into kitchen and notice burning smell
Step 11: notice cup of water on counter
Step 12: remove burnt noodles from microwave and feed them to pet trashcan
My reaction to that episode:
John, what have you done?
I am so traumatized by what happened in that episode.
If you watch that episode on Disney+, you get the idea.
Oh man.... I am speechless right now!
On the Derpibooru forums, I've spent all of Seasons 4 and 5 writing abnormally long snap reviews for every episode, usually within 48 hours of first-run. My rules are simple… (1) One watch-through and then write immediately; (2) NO reading what anyone else said about the episode before posting.
Yeah, this was my first time watching that movie... and it sucked. Three hours... three hours I had to digest every single scene that just went on and on and on and on and on and on—JUST END IT ALREADY!!! Holy fuck, this movie was ass. I will post my review of it later this week. Man, this was a snore fest. I wanted to post this blog the day after I watched it but here it is. Just wanted to get this off my chest. I bet my fingers will hurt after typing my long review of a long movie. Ughhh...
Rating Scale:
12/10—a complete masterpiece; flawless and outstanding
11/10—Excellent, near-perfect film
Hello friend.
Hello friend.
That's lame. Maybe I should give you a name?
My original plan for my second blogpost of the new year was a not-exactly-positive rant about certain meta stuff pertaining to my writing. But as I sat down to type, I was suddenly hit with inspiration.
I figured out how to write a third "Burrito" story.
You better unbuckle your pants and firmly grasp it because I got a update for you!
!!///Long-ish read ahead, you can skip it///!!
This is what I mean when i say I post trash.
It amazes me how blind I can be on some of my posts. Sure, I'm not the only one who fails to read the rules on groups, but I did some that were so tasteless, especially on the Anti-Depression group, which I can't believe I even put up. Dear god, me of all people should know better.
"We're here to encourage each other and help deal with our real problems."
"Read this! I'm a dick!"
-.-
I envy those writers who can knock out a 2000+ word chapter/story in a day like it's nothing. For me, it's just not that easy to even crack a thousand. I find it very difficult to work on a story unless something 'clicks'. Fortunately, that seems to have happened, and I can continue writing.
What?
What?
Wut?
WHAT?!
All characters that ever were playable in a Smash Bros game.
I‘m glad for Snake, Ice Climbers and Wolf.
But Pichu!?!?
And just casually revealing Daisy.
And then motherfucking Ridley!!!!!!!
What just happened?
It’s currently 1:30 AM in my area. I’m in this weird void where I cannot fall asleep because my mind’s moving a million mile per minutes, but also because I’m too tired to sleep. Sort of like that one lyrics from The Gambler, you know?
If I was spacey during school yesterday, they ain’t seen nothing yet. Dear God it’s going to be awful.