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Random Drops of Prism Colored Rain
Jan. 8th, 2002 03:24 am
Hey there...
Man, is it supposed to feel so good to sit on your ass and do absolutely nothing? I hope not...I've got a million things to do!
I've finally finished mixing that tape for Sylvan...and man, I don't want to let it go. I hope he doesn't mind if I take it out for a few spins before I mail it off. ;) It's even better with headphones on! *jam*
I wish I could be a musician.
I got another idea for a story. Yesterday, Aaron had fallen asleep to Joey's stash of really cheesy "Incredible Hulk" cartoons, and I was suddenly stricken with the final piece of a puzzle I've been trying to put together for a while. :) I have this idea for a story about this construction worker who turns into a big, rampaging furry-muscle beast...sounds like a simple enough premise for spooge? Then I saw "Memento", and I wanted to make it so that no one knows (not even him or the reader) that he's the monster, and that some people are using him for their own ends. Well, now I know what it's supposed to be; an ongoing story.
I've fallen head over heels in love with comic books ever since Marvel introduced the "Age of Apocalypse" storyline for the X-Men, and more recently when Grant Morrison took over writing duties for the New X-Men, drastically revising the way stories are told. The very *idea* of collecting comic books again is really appealing; I feel like I'm entering the long-fabled Second Childhood. ;)
Anyway, if I had the artistic talent (or could hire someone willing), I would turn this idea into a comic book. I mean...yeah, it's not totally original, but it's cool! I really like the angst brought about by the Incredible Hulk...I mean, under that 800-pounds or so of force there's this scared little man who has no control. Mapping *that* downward spiral intrigues me indeed.
I'd like to make the protagonist of the story an all-around Nice Guy, you know...one of those Mel Gibson/George Clooney types who can just smile their way into anything they set their minds to. He has a wife and children, etc. etc. Eventually, I could see a divorce, then a string of failed relationships...his gradual shift in personality from outgoing, to distant, angry and frightened...and his eventual redemption. I could get really excited about this. :)
But alas, it'll have to be in book form for now. *sigh* Damn, I hate dreaming too big.
I've got an idea about an X-Men fan-fic too. There's a character featured in the recent comics that I've fallen for. He's a student at the school, who goes by The Beak. He's one of those 'red-shirt' mutants you never really see much of unless they're getting blown to smithereens or lost in the background. He's a really *awkward* fusion of bird and human, a beak stretched under skin, with teeth, really odd arms and huge, ugly eyes. Maybe one day he'll be something, but right now he just has the word, "Dead" written all over his forehead.
Except, his story goes somewhere.
I won't explain the *entire* storyline, but he ends up being manipulated into smashing the Beast's brain in with an aluminum baseball bat. He *knows* he's one of those people who are the rejects among the rejects, not really cool enough to be a superhero, but aching to fly anyway. And the Beast was helping him do that...until the accident. Now his brain's gone too, clawed by guilt. I don't know...seeing that...bundle of alienation and longing really gets me right here, you know? I just eat it up. :) I have a soft spot in my heart, now and always, for unadulterated, cheesy teenage angst.
So, there's another story I would like to tell...erm, the list goes on.
But, first things first. One story at a time. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Sometimes, I really do feel like the world is so full of beauty...tragic, simple beauty. It makes me really happy to be alive, and I wonder how on Earth I managed to do some of the stupid things I've wasted my life with these past 20 years. It's all so *clear* now.
Times like these, I love everything.
Man, is it supposed to feel so good to sit on your ass and do absolutely nothing? I hope not...I've got a million things to do!
I've finally finished mixing that tape for Sylvan...and man, I don't want to let it go. I hope he doesn't mind if I take it out for a few spins before I mail it off. ;) It's even better with headphones on! *jam*
I wish I could be a musician.
I got another idea for a story. Yesterday, Aaron had fallen asleep to Joey's stash of really cheesy "Incredible Hulk" cartoons, and I was suddenly stricken with the final piece of a puzzle I've been trying to put together for a while. :) I have this idea for a story about this construction worker who turns into a big, rampaging furry-muscle beast...sounds like a simple enough premise for spooge? Then I saw "Memento", and I wanted to make it so that no one knows (not even him or the reader) that he's the monster, and that some people are using him for their own ends. Well, now I know what it's supposed to be; an ongoing story.
I've fallen head over heels in love with comic books ever since Marvel introduced the "Age of Apocalypse" storyline for the X-Men, and more recently when Grant Morrison took over writing duties for the New X-Men, drastically revising the way stories are told. The very *idea* of collecting comic books again is really appealing; I feel like I'm entering the long-fabled Second Childhood. ;)
Anyway, if I had the artistic talent (or could hire someone willing), I would turn this idea into a comic book. I mean...yeah, it's not totally original, but it's cool! I really like the angst brought about by the Incredible Hulk...I mean, under that 800-pounds or so of force there's this scared little man who has no control. Mapping *that* downward spiral intrigues me indeed.
I'd like to make the protagonist of the story an all-around Nice Guy, you know...one of those Mel Gibson/George Clooney types who can just smile their way into anything they set their minds to. He has a wife and children, etc. etc. Eventually, I could see a divorce, then a string of failed relationships...his gradual shift in personality from outgoing, to distant, angry and frightened...and his eventual redemption. I could get really excited about this. :)
But alas, it'll have to be in book form for now. *sigh* Damn, I hate dreaming too big.
I've got an idea about an X-Men fan-fic too. There's a character featured in the recent comics that I've fallen for. He's a student at the school, who goes by The Beak. He's one of those 'red-shirt' mutants you never really see much of unless they're getting blown to smithereens or lost in the background. He's a really *awkward* fusion of bird and human, a beak stretched under skin, with teeth, really odd arms and huge, ugly eyes. Maybe one day he'll be something, but right now he just has the word, "Dead" written all over his forehead.
Except, his story goes somewhere.
I won't explain the *entire* storyline, but he ends up being manipulated into smashing the Beast's brain in with an aluminum baseball bat. He *knows* he's one of those people who are the rejects among the rejects, not really cool enough to be a superhero, but aching to fly anyway. And the Beast was helping him do that...until the accident. Now his brain's gone too, clawed by guilt. I don't know...seeing that...bundle of alienation and longing really gets me right here, you know? I just eat it up. :) I have a soft spot in my heart, now and always, for unadulterated, cheesy teenage angst.
So, there's another story I would like to tell...erm, the list goes on.
But, first things first. One story at a time. I'm getting ahead of myself.
Sometimes, I really do feel like the world is so full of beauty...tragic, simple beauty. It makes me really happy to be alive, and I wonder how on Earth I managed to do some of the stupid things I've wasted my life with these past 20 years. It's all so *clear* now.
Times like these, I love everything.
