tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81749036389804339132011-04-21T18:12:41.211-05:00The public restroom of my mindJPLaVinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13432808140933221043noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8174903638980433913.post-39770672439773370932009-05-04T03:16:00.001-05:002009-05-04T03:17:49.230-05:00

Internet, I've made a discovery. It has, as of yet, not been run through properly using the scientific method, thus rendering it a mere theory, but even in this premature state I feel my findings are worthy of sharing. Recently, I subjected myself to the horror that is Crank 2. After the initial shock-value wore off, I started actually thinking about what I had just witnessed, and came to the

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Yes, indeed, I am straying from my usual musings on improvisational theater, mostly because I've run out of inspiration and interest in the avenue of improvisational rambling. So, I will focus on a completely non-sequitur topic: All-nighters."What is an 'All-nighter?!?" I assume you're yelling into the dark abyss. Well, allow me to educate for those (extremely marginal) that are unaware. An

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As hinted at (rather boldly) in my last post, I still have some things in the realm of improvisational theater to talk about. This time, though, I want to focus more on what goes on as an actor. I guess that still technically qualifies as me giving an insider perspective, but I somewhat strayed in my last post, so I guess I'll just pick up where I left off, or in other words, improv actor = sushi

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I have misled you, it is true. Misled you on what, pray tell? Well first and foremost, this post will have nothing to do with elevators, at least not directly. I'm not ruling out the possibility that I may, in fact, use an elevator as an elaborate metaphor for my desired topic, but I doubt that I will. Second, there is no second. Quite misleading indeed, I know.Now, onto the subject at hand. Last

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TasksCreate Blog. Status: CompleteGive it purpose. Status:...As stated before, this blog functions mostly as a showcase for my amassing English portfolio (which, in itself, feels like an avenue to just inflate my Ego, but it actually has an academic background), but I've also been challenged to give it purpose, contracted as a Victor Frankenstein to give life to the lifeless. This in itself is

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The latest creative writing assignment was to write the beginning to a short story with a pre-written line. Here is my untitled piece:He wanted to turn off the lights. I obliged, only because I knew what would happen next, and because this was the only way to keep the ball moving. It started slowly. I could hear the rustling of the leather chair as his body shuttered ever so slightly. Then came

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That is actually a lie. I believe that title is reserved for One Sentence Stories. That, however, is beside the point. I was tasked with writing a complete story in fifty-five words, with each sentence having one less word than the previous, the first sentence being ten words (then the next nine, then eight, and so on). This is mine.The Demise of Detective Fohrman Sweat beading on his

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This is a blog that has been set-up as an extension/addition/requirement of my English 250: Comm Foundation class. I'll be primarily using it as a portfolio for whatever writing happens in that class, but if the opportunity arises, I may post some of my Intro to Creative Writing work, and possibly some of my outside, personal musings. To officially open it, I'll post a piece that's not exactly

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