Author's Note: You get to learn something about me today. Yay! I'm sure you've all been waiting for this!
(That's heavy irony, bordering on sarcasm, in case you were wondering.)
What you get to learn is that this summer (if you're reading this from the Southern Hemisphere, keep in mind that it's summer for us on this side of the world right now), I'll be doing something I've done in other recent summers: I'm working at a summer camp for kids. That means that I will be living out there at camp for most of the summer, and really just visiting home on occasion, rather than anything you could really call "living at home." Now, since my days off from working at camp are mostly spent trying to run errands, trying to get everything in order, trying to be prepared to work during the coming week, that means that I likely won't be posting much of anything between now and September. Or if I do, it will only be small. (And again, since I'm still a student, I can't promise that I'll post many things between September and April. I will do my best, but keep that in mind as well.)
I may have to send out this post as a kind of parting shot, so that has something to do with why it's so long. And by "long," I mean that this is half the length of a NaNoWriMo draft - it's about 26000 words, which works out to almost 50 pages, not including the pictures. Wow. Scary.
I wouldn't expect you to read this all in one sitting, unless you really have nothing to do for a while. But I hope you somehow enjoy it, and don't worry; if you're really so interested in reading any of the other things I say, I'll be back, and I'll write normal stuff soon. Take care of yourself until then, eh.
- TAB III
P.S. There are still some typos and things in here that I want to edit. I'll get back to that when I have time.
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How I Came to Fall In
Do you like "life simulation" video games?
If you found your way to this post by doing a Google search, I'm assuming you do. At least a little bit. Well, congratulations; that makes one of us! As a prize, you earn the chance to read this gargantuan blog post!
Saturday, June 27, 2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Re-forging the "Sword"
...
Umm, yeah. I'm back!
Actually, the truth is, I never went anywhere.
So, I realize that the "vast majority" (all two of you) who are reading this have never heard of me before, and thus you don't really care that it has been just over two years since the last time I posted something on this blog. Or, maybe there are a few of you (all one of you) who came across that one post I wrote about Majora's Mask, and have been waiting for me to fulfill my promise to write follow-up posts about the Moon Children. Or maybe you're one of those people who are the reason that I used to consistently see this blog receive page views from Russia, Germany, Brazil, etc. If so, hi, again.
Whatever the case is with you, my apologies for seemingly abandoning this blog. I'll have you know that I never forgot about it, never deliberately thought, "Blogging is a waste of time; I'm done with it." The truth is, I thought about this blog often. I considered posting things, even went to work on the drafts of those Majora's Mask posts I promised. Earlier this year, for instance, I thought, "Hey, the Majora's Mask remake is coming out. These posts will be topically relevant again!"
And then I didn't do anything about it.
It wasn't apathy, if you're wondering. It wasn't even a matter of simple writer's block, or a lack of confidence that got me thinking that nobody would like what I had to say. No, it was more of...
Umm, yeah. I'm back!
Actually, the truth is, I never went anywhere.
So, I realize that the "vast majority" (all two of you) who are reading this have never heard of me before, and thus you don't really care that it has been just over two years since the last time I posted something on this blog. Or, maybe there are a few of you (all one of you) who came across that one post I wrote about Majora's Mask, and have been waiting for me to fulfill my promise to write follow-up posts about the Moon Children. Or maybe you're one of those people who are the reason that I used to consistently see this blog receive page views from Russia, Germany, Brazil, etc. If so, hi, again.
Whatever the case is with you, my apologies for seemingly abandoning this blog. I'll have you know that I never forgot about it, never deliberately thought, "Blogging is a waste of time; I'm done with it." The truth is, I thought about this blog often. I considered posting things, even went to work on the drafts of those Majora's Mask posts I promised. Earlier this year, for instance, I thought, "Hey, the Majora's Mask remake is coming out. These posts will be topically relevant again!"
And then I didn't do anything about it.
It wasn't apathy, if you're wondering. It wasn't even a matter of simple writer's block, or a lack of confidence that got me thinking that nobody would like what I had to say. No, it was more of...
Friday, May 17, 2013
Poem for Tasha
This is different.
You see, when I wrote and published my first posts on this blog, nobody really read them. (Granted, you could say that we're still close to telling the truth in saying that nobody reads these things.) This was before I would be occasionally found by North Americans and people of other English-speaking countries, and now what seems to be a regular readership in a few European countries and Asian countries that I'm sorry to say I had never heard of before. (Welcome, Brunei! From the little that I've learned of your country since then, I think that you're an awesome people.)
I bring this up because of one of the first posts I wrote on here and took seriously. Well, two posts - "Farewell to a Friend" and "To Tasha, in Memoriam." They were both written in relation to the final days of the life of one of my best friends on the Earth, a certain yellow Labradour retriever named Tasha. When I wrote about her passing, that was in large part for my own good. Some of the remarks I made were intended for others to read and benefit, but to be entirely honest I didn't think that many people would ever stumble across this blog of mine. I figured that my thoughts would be safe in the blanket of obscurity.
That's what makes today a little different. Today marks exactly one year since my friend Tasha left this life. And here you are, listening to me talk about it.
You see, when I wrote and published my first posts on this blog, nobody really read them. (Granted, you could say that we're still close to telling the truth in saying that nobody reads these things.) This was before I would be occasionally found by North Americans and people of other English-speaking countries, and now what seems to be a regular readership in a few European countries and Asian countries that I'm sorry to say I had never heard of before. (Welcome, Brunei! From the little that I've learned of your country since then, I think that you're an awesome people.)
I bring this up because of one of the first posts I wrote on here and took seriously. Well, two posts - "Farewell to a Friend" and "To Tasha, in Memoriam." They were both written in relation to the final days of the life of one of my best friends on the Earth, a certain yellow Labradour retriever named Tasha. When I wrote about her passing, that was in large part for my own good. Some of the remarks I made were intended for others to read and benefit, but to be entirely honest I didn't think that many people would ever stumble across this blog of mine. I figured that my thoughts would be safe in the blanket of obscurity.
That's what makes today a little different. Today marks exactly one year since my friend Tasha left this life. And here you are, listening to me talk about it.
Friday, March 29, 2013
Et Patrium Servavit
Hi.
I know that I said I would be doing my blog posts about the Moon Children (Lunar Children, if you prefer) of Majora's Mask, and I will, but today I had to interrupt that stream.
If you haven't figured it out by now or you just happened to stumble onto this blog today, yes, I'm an unashamed Christian, a so-called "Mormon," a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. (That doesn't alter your perception of me at all, does it?)
As that is, today has special significance to me. Easter is known the world over as a cute holiday that commemorates the return of spring and new life, hence things like chicks and rabbits and eggs pop up all over the place. And people will tell you how those traditions all relate to the Babylonian goddess Ishtar, the goddess of, among other things, fertility.
So I actually kind of like how in Spanish, as I found out, the holiday is known as "Las Pascuas," making reference to the Passover - a Jewish holiday that was instituted millennia ago as a reference to the coming of the Messiah, the Saviour of the world. That's what I'm observing, if not celebrating today.
Right now I don't want to go into the whole Easter story of the New Testament - ok, so I would really like to teach that whole lesson of what the significance of such is, but right now I won't. I will say that today, Good Friday, marked one of the most important events in the life of Jesus the Christ and in the lives of everyone. But beyond that, I won't say more for now. Instead I would like to talk about... weird as this might seem, Super Smash Brothers.
Yes, those guys.
I know that I said I would be doing my blog posts about the Moon Children (Lunar Children, if you prefer) of Majora's Mask, and I will, but today I had to interrupt that stream.
If you haven't figured it out by now or you just happened to stumble onto this blog today, yes, I'm an unashamed Christian, a so-called "Mormon," a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. (That doesn't alter your perception of me at all, does it?)
As that is, today has special significance to me. Easter is known the world over as a cute holiday that commemorates the return of spring and new life, hence things like chicks and rabbits and eggs pop up all over the place. And people will tell you how those traditions all relate to the Babylonian goddess Ishtar, the goddess of, among other things, fertility.
So I actually kind of like how in Spanish, as I found out, the holiday is known as "Las Pascuas," making reference to the Passover - a Jewish holiday that was instituted millennia ago as a reference to the coming of the Messiah, the Saviour of the world. That's what I'm observing, if not celebrating today.
Right now I don't want to go into the whole Easter story of the New Testament - ok, so I would really like to teach that whole lesson of what the significance of such is, but right now I won't. I will say that today, Good Friday, marked one of the most important events in the life of Jesus the Christ and in the lives of everyone. But beyond that, I won't say more for now. Instead I would like to talk about... weird as this might seem, Super Smash Brothers.
Yes, those guys.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Majora's Mask: Moon Children in Question
"Heh, heh... Thanks.
You're nice. Umm... Can I ask... a question?"
…What are you doing here?
I don’t mean that to be offensive, in the
“Hey, what are you doing here?! Get off of my property before I shoot you!”
kind of way. I don’t mean that in the, “I can’t believe that they would let
someone like you in here,” kind of way. (And trust me, the only times
that I’ve ever encountered that in my life, I am always on the receiving end.) I
mean as an honest question, a question that is considered rhetorical because I
want you to consider it to yourself as much as I want to know that answer: what
are you doing here?
What force inspired you to open this post
and be here? Just think about that for a while; there are a lot of things at
play that we never acknowledge, forces that act on our emotions and thoughts,
subtly influencing us to think and behave the way that we do.
I really wish I knew what kinds of things
“normal” people think about during their quiet moments – apparently I’m
supposed to believe that people think of nothing more significant or more
profound than what they’re going to eat later, how to make money, wondering
what’s on TV, worrying about paying bills, or how to get their crush to fall in
love with them. But I know people a little better than that. I don’t know if my
familiarity with human nature is the cause or the effect of being a writer
(maybe it’s a bit of both), but I do know that there are more profound things that
get into the minds and hearts of people. If left alone to their own thoughts, I
know that some people think about anger for past wrongs experienced, feel pity
for a world that they just don’t know how to help, suffer secret pains and
sorrows, or wonder how to get rid of that persistent gnawing feeling that not
all is well in life.
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