I wanna be an Astronaut!

I saw this over at Word Painting Without a Brush

Creative Writing Exercise = You are an astronaut. Describe your perfect day.

My alarm gently vibrated me awake. It’s so hard to wake up on your own in the preternatural darkness of space.

I gently slid out of my bunk. The covers stayed messy. I cackled maniacally inside my own head. I always knew making my bed was a waste of time, and being in zero gravity only serves to make me more correct.

I dressed myself slowly and deliberately. The lack of urgency in zero gravity is astounding. Hurrying was never something I was very good at. I had absolutely no motivation to hurry when everything was drifting by as if we were all suspended in still water.

I gently navigated my way the the mess hall. Time to heat up a bag of coffee. I have to admit, for as different and difficult as somethings could be in space, the fancy cooking gadgets were exceptionally refreshing.

I took my bag of warm coffee and floated to the common space. It was like a scene from a science fiction movie in there. The seats were clean and smooth and the space was open. The most striking feature was the window that took up the entire wall of the vessel.


space (Photo credit: Sweetie187)

I opened the shades and peered out into the darkness. Inky blackness greeted me. It was like staring through a doorway into madness. I smiled broadly.

There has never been anything that compared to floating around in zero gravity, slurping coffee and staring into that space that drive men insane. That insanity always felt more like home to me than anywhere else. It’s a shame there’s no place here on earth that compares.

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Ok, I’m here.

I had an idea. I want to do a series on Villains. Comic books, movies, television, villains from all over. I have some favorites.

I want to tell you why some of my favorite villains are so compelling. I want to introduce them to you if you haven’t ever had a chance to experience them.

I’m going to do a post on each of my favorites. I might find more favorites later, but these will be a good place to start. I need to do a little research and planning first. 

So no villain tonight, but I assure you, There will be villains in the days to come!

Old School

There’s something I need to make some times for: reading corner.

There are a lot of things that I enjoy. I am a man of eclectic tastes, and I have a lot of room for enjoyment of a lot of different things. One of the things that I have enjoyed the longest, has been books.

English: A multi-volume Latin dictionary (Egid...

English: A multi-volume Latin dictionary (Egidio Forcellini: Totius Latinitatis Lexicon, 1858–87) in a table in the main reading room of the University Library of Graz. Picture taken and uploaded on 15 Dec 2005 by Dr. Marcus Gossler. Español: Diccionario de latín (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My family always read to me and with me. They said it was important that I enjoy reading. I always did. It was my favorite part of school. We would have silent reading times, and I always looked forward to them. I was always reading something new.

As a child with no siblings for the first nine years of my life, I had a lot of free time. I wasn’t involved in a lot of activities, and even when I got older some medical things prevented more athletic activities. Reading was something that was always there for me.

I just talked about the escape. That was something that was always special about reading. It was easy for me to project myself into the story I was reading. It still kind of is. I had no trouble finding myself to be a part of what was happening. It made reading more real than the things I was doing everyday.

It did result in probably a few less friends than if I had been involved in something more social. I was always more content to sit quietly in the corner and read than to spend time with the other kids. My parents had to force me to go outside, because I would rather sit inside and read a story.

I still enjoy reading, but I don’t have as much time to do it as I would like. Some of that is due to my nature. I have a high inertia, if you want to think of it that way. I tend to slowly ramp myself into things, and then I want to keep doing them for extended periods of time. That isn’t really how it works being a grown up.

I can’t just wake up and decide ‘I’d like to read today’ and then spend all day curled up reading. There are other things that I have to do. That’s something that I’ve always had to deal with. That’s a part of who I am. I’m slow to get started and hard to get stopped. It’s also my preferred method of playing video games.

I need to find some time to read. I need to make some coffee or tea, find a snack, get a comfy blanket(I have one that I made in college that’s 8 feet wide by 12 feet long), and find a safe spot to just get lost in a story. It would do wonders for me.

Reading was always something that was special to me. Because of my tendency to project myself into the story, it was like the books were written just for me. Books make me feel like I’m the most important person in the world. Real life doesn’t often make you feel that way.

I’m hoping with the holidays coming up, I might be able to find some time. I’ve got a book or two waiting for me, but if any one has any suggestions, I’d love to hear them.

Would You Like to Hear a Story?

From the moment I leave my shack on the edge of town, I know today will be no different than the last. Nothing is ever different.

I still have to get out of bed in my rusty, dirty shack that serves as a house, find something edible from the night before that I can call breakfast, and then drag my sorry, tired body to work. Every day is the same here in Haletown. It’s the same for everyone though.

I suppose that’s just the way it’s going to be when your ancestors destroyed most of the planet, hundreds of years before you were born. Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not like it was just MY ancestors who pushed a button and ruined it for everyone. Every person did their part. So I guess it’s fair to say that everyone’s ancestors screwed it up for everyone’s kids. Unfortunately for me, I’m somewhere down the line from ‘everyone’s kids’.

I should probably introduce myself: My name is Alastair. My father’s name is Magnus, and my mother’s name was Allison. There are no family names now, I’m just know as Alastair, son of Magnus or, if you’re being lazy, Alastair Magnusson. See how that works?

My father lives in a different town, he’s too important there to leave, or for me to continue living there. I don’t see him as often as I’d like though, the distance is too great to travel often. My mother died when I was 9 so I don’t get to see her either.

The year is 2454. I am 19 years old. Just over 400 years ago, in 2049, the world stopped. The people in the world didn’t stop, but the world itself did. Governments all over the world had decided that they knew what was best for everyone, and no one disagreed. They were all to busy making friends over the internet and arguing about who should be able to marry who to notice that the governments had stripped them of their freedoms and decided to handle everything themselves. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, everything was different. Then people took notice, and as large groups of unhappy people tend to do, they began to try to force things to change back to how it was before. You obviously know by now that it was too late. Governments fought back with their soldiers and planes and tanks. Common people fought the governments with their spies and hackers and assassins.

When it was all over, all that was left was a population a quarter the size it used to be with no place to live because they’d destroyed it all in a matter of months. Since no one was willing to give power back to a group of people anymore, small settlements sprung up all over. They were governed in any way the residents saw fit. It would be years before any ground was fertile enough to grow real crops again.

Years went by, and settlements grew. We still had all the knowledge we’d had from all that time before. Unfortunately for some settlements, not everyone knows how to run a farm or raise livestock. Some settlements are still worse off than others. We all govern ourselves though. Out in The Waste, the area between settlements, there are no rules. The strong kill the weak and take what they want. They’re smart enough not to attack settlements… most of the time.

Which brings me back to where I live; Halestown. Named after our founder, Micah Hale. It exist just south of where the old city of Cleveland used to be, back when this area was still called Ohio. I live in a shack on the edge of town. I don’t like many people so I live near the edge, where the population is less dense. I work in what’s technically a factory, but I mainly work with a small group of people. We’re responsible for trying to improve the technology of Halestown. We don’t exactly work for the Mayor, but it’s not exactly like we’re free to do what we please either.

We dig up whatever old information we can about previous technology, and try to see how it would best benefit the folks of town. I’m both a fabricator and what I like to refer to as an ‘Idea Man’. I claim that I come up with my best ideas while sitting around brainstorming, while the rest of my team says I just do nothing and expect to be paid for it. Not that we get paid much of anything, but that’s a different discussion.

I work under the Head Inventor, our Fearless Leader and team manger, Jacobus the Swift. We’ve been friends since we started school together. He’s a real genius with technology, and he’s not bad at drawing either, but most say he’s a bit off his gourd. We also work with Fenris, our large, able bodied mechanic who manages to build practically anything out of a spring and a few scraps of iron and Kat our technological marvel who doesn’t like people to mention that her looks are more obvious than her brains, and I’ve never met anyone smarter.

I enjoy their company, but recently I’ve been getting restless. Is working in the Workshop all there is to the rest of my life? How is a 19 year old kid with no ambition supposed to make it in the world I live in? Will I ever have more to look forward to in life than the possibility that someone, somewhere might recognize my name sometime?

On that day that was just like the one before it, I was soon to find out that no day after would ever be the same.


I didn’t do it, I swear.

By that I mean that I didn’t stop posting altogether just because October is over. I didn’t sit back and rest on my laurels as if to say ‘Check that out! Look what I did last month!’

I know if I did that you would all think less of me. Likely because if I was satisfied by posting every day for a month, I don’t deserve to have readers.

I did not have anything pressing to share yesterday, but I can share a little morsel today. No more than a morsel though, I’ve read ‘If You Give A Mouse A Cookie’ and you’re all human and hence larger than mice.

I’m working on something different, and larger than before. I can’t tell you what it is exactly, but that’s mostly because I’m not 100% sure myself. What I do know is this: it’s going to be like a story, fiction, and I will post it here.

If it works out that I can do it in small, bite-sized chunks, I’ll share that way and not make you wait just to read a wall of text.

That’s all for now!


I Swear (In Which I Make You a Promise I May Or May Not Keep)

Short one tonight.

Ok, Erica just directed me to a previously unknown blog that had me in stitches. I am inspired.

I promise to write at least a few posts in a little bit more of a storytelling type style. I think in stories, I should write for you in stories. Also, if I can make you laugh half as hard as my new discovery has made me laugh, I’ll be content.

That’ my promise. I shall attempt, hopefully not in vain.

If you believe I have not done this, and decide to call me out on it, I make no guarantees I won’t just laugh at you and pretend no such promise was made.

You’ve been warned.