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I meandered off of the point.

Probably the most telling was that when I ride shotgun, sometimes I just ignore music. Entirely. I'm so used to Mandi taking shotgun and playing music that I dislike that when it's just me and Villager, Villager will go "way to stay on top of things, DJ" and I'll retort, "You want me to DJ? I'm so used to listening to music I don't care about here."

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Has there ever been a moment in your life where music no longer mattered?

I kinda noticed it in the past couple of weeks. It was in Villager's car. Here's the thing, I'm a metalhead (with untapped flexibility because what you listen to inherently sucks) in his borderline mid-30s. Villager was born in 1984, so she is 30. Her next best friend who isn't me is in her mid twenties. She also, on an objective level, has poor taste in music. I say this as a musician, rather than an old dude. Her secret boyfriend seems to agree. Of course he would, he listens to, as she would put it, "angry white boy music" never mind that she listens to valium dosed white girl music. What does any of that mean? I don't care about the folk, I've played it for money and loved it. I don't care about the color of the skin of the musician, if you guitar, you guitar. I don't care if he or she is angry. If it's targeted to boys, I'm honestly not interested. There's a very good reason that I grew up in the 1990s and want to beat the whiny shit out of Jonathan Davis. He sucks. His band sucks. I didn't know at first, but I still figured it out before the year 2000.

I guess this is a defense of the get off my lawn, but a strange twist on it. You're welcome on my lawn, but stop pretending that your grass is greener Your music sucks as much as the music from my era that I now recognize as sucky.

The difference is, I'm willing to give your music a shake. A fair shake.

I'm just not going to give it a free pass. I may be older. But I'm going to put myself in that position of listening to it as a 13 year old and then fast forward myself 20 years.

There's a reason why a Twid likes a bit of Nirvana. It's not because Kurt was good. It's also not because Kurt was shitty (he had some chops, if you listen to Bleach). It's because Kurt happened to be at the right place at the right time. And I'm a better musician than him, so fuck his ashes. So I like crap music from the 90s. That's a challenge. I'll listen to it one way or the other. Most of it is going to suck, much like most of what I liked back in the day also sucked. What's going to stay though? What are you listening to that you'll still be listening to in 2030? Because that's the kinda shit that you're listening to now that I want to hear.

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Hmmm. Potentially new thread.

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That does somewhat speak to my creative originality and make me want to burn artistic bridges, to be honest.

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At some point in the story, I would recommend Eris eye the table and lick her lips.

But that's just me.

And that would be weirdly hot, and definitely intriguing. But why would she do that? What sort of shit and in how many kilograms of shit does Eris give about tables, and more specifically, this particular table? Why does she lick her lips at this table? Should the table be afraid at that?

YES

Yes.

YES.


Not to spag up your story, Joe, but have you considered making the TABLE your protagonist?

I once considered, in my more artistic days, writing a story that was from the perspective of a dollar bill, and the adventures that the bill went through.

There's a movie like that.  It's called Twenty Bucks, made in 1003.

This is why I left that boring wife of a Music for the harsh reality of science.

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At some point in the story, I would recommend Eris eye the table and lick her lips.

But that's just me.

And that would be weirdly hot, and definitely intriguing. But why would she do that? What sort of shit and in how many kilograms of shit does Eris give about tables, and more specifically, this particular table? Why does she lick her lips at this table? Should the table be afraid at that?

YES

Yes.

YES.


Not to spag up your story, Joe, but have you considered making the TABLE your protagonist?

I once considered, in my more artistic days, writing a story that was from the perspective of a dollar bill, and the adventures that the bill went through.

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Fun side facts about Prof. K.

He loves the X Men because of genetic fiction.

He supports Germany in FIFA. I don't completely understand this, since he's from some African country.

He will tell you that your course load is insane if it is, and then work with you to pass regardless.

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Especially because either way I would have had Professor Kasili.  He's the only Genetics teacher, so I don't really remember why there was such a fire lit under my ass to take Genetics in fucking July and half of August.

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Today, my Genetics professor gave us the syllabus and was absolutely adamant that if we couldn't be there for the final, we shouldn't take the class. Period.

My plane flies out the day before the final.

I emailed her explaining about my Study Abroad. Hopefully she will accommodate it. I don't think she HAS to, but according to my Education Abroad professor, they've never had anyone refuse, so... fingers crossed.

If I learned anything in physics, it's that if you talk to the professor from the get go, he or she will accommodate, and that professors put on a show of tough-ass to nip the nonsense in the bud.

If said prof doesn't work something out with you, about your study abroad program no less, that reflects poorly on her. That's department head level shenanigans.

Good to know! I really hope she makes it easy though. I love this class so far and really want to take it with her specifically.

On top of that, I've also learned that Genetics professors are pretty forgiving, especially if they already know you. Genetics is wicked interesting. I wish I didn't take it during summer. It did the topic a disservice. I wish I would have taken Chem I or Physics I instead.

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At some point in the story, I would recommend Eris eye the table and lick her lips.

But that's just me.

And that would be weirdly hot, and definitely intriguing. But why would she do that? What sort of shit and in how many kilograms of shit does Eris give about tables, and more specifically, this particular table? Why does she lick her lips at this table? Should the table be afraid at that?

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Ok, so this is just a scene in a larger work that has nothing to do with Melvin outside of this scene? I think that perhaps it may be losing some of its intended meaning out of context from the rest of the story.

It surely does. This little piece was something I just started writing spontaneously here on PD. As Melvin's Stockholm Syndrome like obsession grows so does his knowledge of the dark supernatural corners of the world. Of course his state sponsored councilor merely believes Melvin to be slipping into a schizoid delusion.

I've not fully fleshed many of my stories to print, but this bit resides here because this is where it was inspired.

By the way good to see you around Twid!

Good to see you too!

Just a point of clarification, since Melvin shows up again. Is the larger story about Melvin with Eris showing up in a few scenes, or is it about Eris with Melvin showing up in a few scenes? Before this post, I had thought it the latter. I am interested in why Eris needed the table.

What is in my mind for Melvin is more of an expository character. In truth he's a named element more than a character intended to grow. Of course I can change that.

The Goddess Eris does not need the table, the Wizard does. She is under contract to him, and THAT'S a long story I'll get to in time. They are on their way to a convention and the need for the table was overlooked until the last minute. This is on both of them.
The Wizard would happily have gone up for it but Eris strongly insisted... she has a taste for predators.
Again Melvin was not what she anticipated exactly.

Well, now I'm interested in what sort of convention Eris and the Wizard are going to.

Do you kinda see what's wrong with this vignette? The focus is Melvin. Nothing wrong with that per se, and in fact would be pretty fucking funny if presented the right way, but no one is interested in Melvin, and the table is incredibly tantalizing. I've never once, before this week, said, "ooohhh.... tell me more about the table."

That's awesome right there. You've gotten me interested in a table. That's not easy. I want to give you a high five right now just for that. But what do Melvin, Eris and the Wizard have to do with the table? Why are any of them related to or more or less interesting than the table?

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Today, my Genetics professor gave us the syllabus and was absolutely adamant that if we couldn't be there for the final, we shouldn't take the class. Period.

My plane flies out the day before the final.

I emailed her explaining about my Study Abroad. Hopefully she will accommodate it. I don't think she HAS to, but according to my Education Abroad professor, they've never had anyone refuse, so... fingers crossed.

If I learned anything in physics, it's that if you talk to the professor from the get go, he or she will accommodate, and that professors put on a show of tough-ass to nip the nonsense in the bud.

If said prof doesn't work something out with you, about your study abroad program no less, that reflects poorly on her. That's department head level shenanigans.

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Actually Welshman. I don't think I've ever seen a female Welsh person. Which raises interesting questions.

You have, you just don't know it.  They look a lot like this:



 :lulz:

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Yeah, Heathrow isn't really part of London, because that would suggest it had a redeeming quality.

:horrormirth:

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Next time I leave North America, I'm going to have to put London on the list. In such a way that I spend more time there than several hours at Heathrow waiting for the buses to start up again, and then waiting at the bus station for the bus to Liverpool.

List of regrets includes being in London, but not really.

Heathrow is everything that is wrong with the Western world, rolled up into one crowded, disorganized, and decaying ant hill.

My girlfriend at the time and I spent the night in a filthy lounge chainsmoking and playing card games, grumbling about the immigration officer who made us miss the last bus because Merkins apparently take Erngersh jerbs. This was news to us because we're from the awesomest country in the world.

"What kind of job do you have in the United States that gives you 5 weeks off of work to visit Europe?"
"Uh... one that I like having?"
"How are you getting from Ireland to France?"
"We're going to figure that out once we get to Ireland. Since I have family there."
"Ok, I'll let you in to the country, but you better be on that plane out of Paris"
"Well, we did buy return tickets, and we're heading to Ireland pretty soon, so, I don't really think it's something you need to worry about"

It was a decade ago but things I recall are a couple of people who just conked the fuck out, security shooting the shit with us because they were also bored, and once we actually got the bus, a friendly Welshman in a suit pointing out all of the London landmarks from our bus. He was the most intelligible Welsh person I've ever run into.

Actually Welshman. I don't think I've ever seen a female Welsh person. Which raises interesting questions.

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