With a huff and a puff they blew up the stuff in the house that was tough and they started to lust for the pigs weren’t enough to feed their disgust with the lack of food.
…the fuck? The cover’s now full-blown porn, the translations are awful (‘when a new girl sticks to Kyousuke like white on rice…’), and the narration sounds like some fat twelve-year-old weeaboo. It took me until the end of the chapter to realize that that was Kuroneko’s thoughts, but this made me realize that she’s exactly like a fat twelve-year-old weeaboo, but trapped in the body of a loli.
So, I’m just going to use this post to talk about my life, which is like several thousand times more interesting.
I hit a low point in my life when houraiguy’s recently published post turned out to be INCOMPLETE! This was wholly because of my incompetence as a dictator, and I apologize profusely for the embarrassment it may have caused. It was truly a disastrous fiasco that has put O-New’s entire reputation to shame. Now, nobody shall treat O-New as a proper blog anymore after such a failure.
And then in NaNoWriMo, turns out I’m writing more like (or should I say, less than) a thousand words a day (although it’s really more like 1.5k words for two days and doing nothing the third). I guess I could back out the easy way and say that I’ve written far more than 50k words every month on my blog, every month (this is untrue, it’s more like 20-30k), but that’s the lame way to do it.
Instead, I’ll continue at this pace of a thousand words a day, and probably finish in mid-December. Really, I should’ve just written fifteen short stories and stuck them together, but instead, I’m writing a large story that’s still really just fifteen short stories stuck together. Next NaNoWriMo, I’ll probably continue with this novel, but write them story-by-story, as right now, I’m writing them section-by-section, and thus, the stories don’t properly flow.
tl;dr: lazy, no time for posts
It’s Remembrance Day. Perhaps posting this now makes some sort of sense, since the prologue had some whiny kid ‘remembering’ what happened that day, which is outlined here, in Part One.
Alright, let’s begin the National Novel Writing Month!
But One Day is the name of my novel. My friend asked me ‘so hey what you writing your book on’, and I said ‘earthquakes’. So I guess it’s about earthquakes. I don’t actually have an idea of how I’m going to structure it, so I’ll probably think of something in the next day at school or something.
I’m not going to edit any of this, so if there are grammar and spelling mistakes galore… well, I don’t actually expect anybody to read this in the first place. Besides, editing would be against the virtues of NaNoWriMo.
So, I’ll probably make all of my anime posts like one three-line haiku or something. Maybe I’ll even try writing an anime post without having watched the episode. That’ll certainly be interesting.
tl;dr: Why are you reading this post anyway if you don’t like reading?!
P.S. I suck at writing, I have never written good fiction before, ever. I guess my writing skills improved a /bit/ from smashing posts out every day since last last year, but I still haven’t ever written any good fiction. I did write one book in Grade 4, though, but it was about these people who got lost on an island inhabited by giant MapleStory mushrooms with the power of levitation who ultimately used a gun as a slingshot to fire a SOS message at a nearby ship or something. Yes, I played MapleStory in Grade 4. I quit in Grade 5 because Cash Shop came out. I PLAYED MAPLESTORY BEFORE BROA CAME OUT!
P.P.S. Seriously, don’t read this if you hate bad writing. It’s like fanfiction.net fanfiction, except 1) I’m not a fan 2) I don’t write fanfiction 3) This is not fanfiction 4) Well, I guess it’s fiction.
Anyways, here’s the prologue. I swear, I won’t add so much tl;dr next time!
Wow, I actually finished NaNoWriMo in advance, before it even started! I was stuck at a writer’s block on the fourth sentence, but suddenly, a flash of ingenuity came through and I knew exactly what to write! You see, I started this last December, after the previous NaNoWriMo which I completely failed. I scrapped that project and started a new one, and here it is now, finished after constantly working on it for the past 10 months. I’m planning a child-friendly version later on where all swear words are replaced by ‘crap’, and a cat-friendly version later on where all swear words are replaced by ‘carp’.
Anyways, Bob Was Hungry And He Was Also Sad Because He Was Bored is the full title. I purposefully made it long, because it look a long time for me to write this story, and the title conveys the mood that I wanted to set. So, here it is, my finished novel: Bob Was Hungry And He Was Also Sad Because He Was Bored. Have fun reading!
Happy November~! (NaNoWriMo month, but I don’t have time for that anymore ;~;)
Yeah, I wanted to compose some two pieces a month (to Saw a Tree was composed, like, a long time ago), but because of my computer crashing, well… couldn’t.
So, here are two pieces; both rushed, both experimental, and both very, very, sketchy.
Both scores/mp3s also aren’t complete, and there are slight differences between the score and mp3 because of last-minute adjustments. Don’t worry, I’ll perfect them later.
This was created starting with an eight-measure, almost-completely-random-but-somewhat-edited-to-seem-at-least-somewhat-decent-sounding-though-the-edits-were-only-about-three-altered-naturals progression, and then altering that progression to produce a new one, and altering the new progression to produce a new one, and al(ry… and altering the new progression by combining it with the first, random progression – producing a melody incased in randomness.
You start with randomness.
Then, it gets ordered.
You get something, but not from nothing, for at the beginning, there was randomness.
You get something from something.
A paradigm shift.
And yes, I realize that such a F cannot exist on a piano. And all those notes at the end you can’t see? Well, here in Canada, we call that magic.
Somewhat like the top one, the alto flute part is copied to the trumpet next, so the trumpet can do nothing but echo the flute, which is drowned out by the trumpet – a battle between time and power.
It’s just grass.
However you look at it, it’s just grass.
However, you look at it; it’s not grass,
It’s a flower.
A gorgeous, sweet flower.
It’s a flower, and you draw it.
But at the end,
It’s just grass.
Alright, I use D major /way/ too much. Would’ve used B, but dunno how flutes and trumpets turn… Also, I admit; I had to check the sheet music for that last Meiji 17; but I didn’t for the SWR title! Why I added those was merely to up the number of bars to 77.