Easter. Yay.

   So as I'm sure everyone is aware, today is Easter, AND "Four Twenty," AKA "Herb Day." What did I do to celebrate? Did I leave my room? Did I get my herb on? Did I do something Easter themed? No, no and no.

   I did however get the very very beginings of the second of two short stories for ENL5F started. I'm very excited about the thing, hence my starting it no less than TEN days before it is due. I am very excited about it, "The Story of Boot." It is based on a number of things, and I consulted many things in preparation. Most prominantly it derives from "The Story of Boot," a story similarly an attempt at sounding like a myth, that was to be installed in the Chosen Echidna in installments. Unfortunately my computer crashed after only the first installment was published, so only that one now remains. I also looked again at the three episodes of "The Story of the Spectrum Diedrichs," which also were published on the Chosen Echidna and I believe I'll make available through this on a day I'm not posting a different story. One a day kids.
   Since this one will be "workshopped" by the class, ie the entire class will read it and analyse it, I am putting all my effort into making it the epitome of my disdain for conventional writing. Hence the first words: "Upon once a time..." establish my intent to disregard conventional ideas of how things should be written. My goal? Make the classmates' brains explode.

   Today I made a bar code out of my social security code (well eight of the nine digits, bar codes, it turns out, must have even numbers). Good times. I'm continuing of the opinion that it was be rad to have that as a tattoo, a bar code of one's social security number or something.. like.. yea. I think maybe I'll make a shirt with my student ID number on it as a bar code. Shyea.
   check out http://milk.com/barcode/ if you're like.. hella bored or something.

   And NOW.. now I must write a DIFFERENT story that is due tomarrow. "monologue of a liar" or something. Hmmm.....

ENL5F-07

   Finished ENL5F-07. I really wasn't very inspired by this one.. just wanted to get it done. The story of course can be found here.

   The prompt was: "Write the monologue of a liar. (1-2 typed pages.)" that is all.

   My first thought regarding the assignment was to our beloved Iraqi comrade, Al-Sahaf, and his shameless claims of complete dominion over US forces up until the point he disappeared. But there was no point really in making a parody of that, because his own lies were already so apparent, outragious and hyperbolic that there was no way I could beat him. So instead my International Relations tendencies led me in the direction of Milosevic. But I've already got a Soviet story so that whole slavic area has already kinda been done by me; and memories resurfaced of testifying in the International Court of Justice at the MVHS Model UN conference 2002 as a villager in a Congolese village destroyed by Ugandan troops. "Would you say they [there follows a long list of human rights abuses]?" "yes, and the killing of goats!" says I in broken English. Coincidentally that same day I also testified as Radovan Karidvic, a Bosnian war-criminal accused of similar atrocities. So in a way, I have been in the place of both those characters in the story. How many of YOU have been on trial for war crimes before??
   Entirely coincidentally, I did a search on google to find a nice Ugandan name (as you can see in the story, I ended up using none), I came across this article, which basically addresses the exact situation my story regards, and sets it in a perfect context.

   As I mentioned I was not very into this story, and hence there are several severe inconsistancies that I would otherwise try to eliminate. Let me set forth that I am aware of them. (A)The witnesses are present for one another's testimoney, that is totally wack; (B)I have no idea WHERE this takes place, surely neither Uganda nor Congo, but it doesn't seem to me like ICJ headquarters in The Hague now either... eh, mainly just that witness thing bugs me. Oh well, odds of the teacher noticing that= 63:1

   And now.. hmm.. now sleeping prolly isn't even a very good idea but oh well.