(From =DarthFar)

The author suffers from hypergraphia, which is characterised by unstoppable, frenzied writing (and/or painting) on a particular subject, or on twenty different subjects, or whatever else may enter the person's mind at the strangest times, and without justification (including delusions of becoming Supremely Evil World Tyrant of Pink Bunnies, which is occurring on a disturbingly regular basis). The Surgeon General has determined that this post may be detrimental to your ocular and mental health. If you experience dizziness, migraines, shortness of breath or temporary insanity, please report to the nearest hospital for medical aid.

The author would also like to state for the record that the author is *not* a crazed, romantic serial killer who keeps the heads and body parts of victims on display in various rooms of the house.
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I've been thinking about learning how to play the oboe. Dunno why. I just like the sounds the oboe makes, and I think it sounds pretty ^_^
Plus, a bonus! No having to transpose concert pitch!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!
But not-bonusy--I'll have to keep fingerings straight (I already have to correct myself when I play recorder, I'm too used to the clarinet ) as well as concert pitches, embocheur (Sp?) and flats. Clarinets never have more than three flats or three sharps in my music--grades 3.5-4, every single piece. And they're all so much fun! ^_^
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Genius. And proud of it.

(From =DarthFar)

The author suffers from hypergraphia, which is characterised by unstoppable, frenzied writing (and/or painting) on a particular subject, or on twenty different subjects, or whatever else may enter the person's mind at the strangest times, and without justification (including delusions of becoming Supremely Evil World Tyrant of Pink Bunnies, which is occurring on a disturbingly regular basis). The Surgeon General has determined that this post may be detrimental to your ocular and mental health. If you experience dizziness, migraines, shortness of breath or temporary insanity, please report to the nearest hospital for medical aid.

The author would also like to state for the record that the author is *not* a crazed, romantic serial killer who keeps the heads and body parts of victims on display in various rooms of the house.
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Have you ever noticed the differences between written and spoken English? It's almost like they're two different languages, with different syntax, slang, and even styles. There's 'dialects' in writing...and in spoken English as well.
Pretty much what I'm trying to say is, Written English =/= Spoken English.
They're different.
(laughs evilly)

Part I: Dialog and Fillers
With writing, you've got to convey the feelings (in let's say...a fiction piece detailing a small group lost in a maze) with your words. You can't just let it be constant dialog.

"Where are we going?"
"I don't know."
"Turn left, turn left!"
"It's too dark! Where's the lamp?"

As you can see, there's at four different personalities, but you don't know anything about what each person is. Spoken English is like the above--only you've got visual aids, such as the person standing right in front of you, to help. Written English is more like what's below:

"Here's the lamp, Eric," said Anna. She handed him the lamp and swung her glossy black hair over her shoulders. "And I can't believ<e you're scared of the dark."
Eric stopped, as did the wavering lamplight. "I'm not scared...just wary!" he insisted. "Honest!"
"Don't lie to us." Joanne grabbed Eric's wrist and started tugging him along behind her. "Now do you want to get out of this maze or not? Put your big-boy panties on and deal with it. It's just the dark, it's not like..." Her voice, pitched higher than usual from fear, stopped as she noticed a movement just outside the circle of light. "WHAT WAS THAT?!?!" The girl's pretty face expressed her fear. She lifted one booted foot up and stepped closer to Eric, who looked defiantly at Anna.
"See, I'm not the only one afraid of the dark."

Obviously, the written version was a lot more filling than the spoken. Although dialog is crucial to the plot of a written story, it can't be the only thing. You need to describe the characters too, to convey what they're saying with body language as well as their voices.
If anybody noticed that the 'spoken' example I had had absolutely no names, no expression and no action at all, especially in comparison to the written example, then that's great. But could you make the characters and scene pop in your mind? Was it easier with the written example?
It should've been.

And just like there's people who're introverted and like being alone, and the crazy extroverts who actually *like* people, there's those of us who've got unusal talent in written English and others with talents in the spoken form of the language.
Did that make sense?

Eh.
Part II: Slang
Slang isn't easily translatable from spoken into written English. One magazine I get is a perfect example--they intersperse slang with the proper American English. (Sorry, Brits, but that's NOT an oxymoron. There's proper American English and your proper Queen's English. I happen to be fluent in both, but I'm an American by birth, so I use American English.) It annoys the living crap out of me. (Note to self: Find if there really is such a thing as 'living crap.' Also find out if the Canadians really say "eh" as much as they're fabled to.)

Well. That's all I've got on this Rant.
Brought to you by...
ME!

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(From =DarthFar)

The author suffers from hypergraphia, which is characterised by unstoppable, frenzied writing (and/or painting) on a particular subject, or on twenty different subjects, or whatever else may enter the person's mind at the strangest times, and without justification (including delusions of becoming Supremely Evil World Tyrant of Pink Bunnies, which is occurring on a disturbingly regular basis). The Surgeon General has determined that this post may be detrimental to your ocular and mental health. If you experience dizziness, migraines, shortness of breath or temporary insanity, please report to the nearest hospital for medical aid.

The author would also like to state for the record that the author is *not* a crazed, romantic serial killer who keeps the heads and body parts of victims on display in various rooms of the house.
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I broke today.

And it's all one person's fault.... She basically falsely accused me of saying something when I was just sitting and mutely staring at Kiefer's Special.

I haven't eaten much since third period. I put my head down and cried at lunch. I'm a broken girl and I hate it. I personally think I've broken too early, that I should've held out longer but it was impossible...

Thought about killing myself but then thought better when I realized a few close friends would pretty much follow. And I don't want to cause them to do that, it would only put in more pain than needed.

But I'm still dancing on and that's all that matters.

That said, have a good Friday, weekend, etc.

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(From =DarthFar)

The author suffers from hypergraphia, which is characterised by unstoppable, frenzied writing (and/or painting) on a particular subject, or on twenty different subjects, or whatever else may enter the person's mind at the strangest times, and without justification (including delusions of becoming Supremely Evil World Tyrant of Pink Bunnies, which is occurring on a disturbingly regular basis). The Surgeon General has determined that this post may be detrimental to your ocular and mental health. If you experience dizziness, migraines, shortness of breath or temporary insanity, please report to the nearest hospital for medical aid.

The author would also like to state for the record that the author is *not* a crazed, romantic serial killer who keeps the heads and body parts of victims on display in various rooms of the house.
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Stole this from 's journal. He claims it's impossible to self-propagate. Time to prove him wrong.


Total number of books I own:


A lot. Enough to fill a six-foot by about 4.5-foot bookshelf, along with three 4.5-foot by 3-foot and one three-foot by two-and-a-half foot bookshelf.
And then some. Last count was at at least eight hundred, I think.



Last book I bought:


Err, Mein Kampf. No, I'm NOT a neo-Nazi. I'm reading it because I'm nearly obsessed with WWII.



Last book(s) I read:


The Communist Manifesto, Karl Marx
The Luckiest Girl, Beverly Cleary
Shadow Puppets, Orson Scott Card
Tunnel in the Sky, Robert A. Heinlein
Mossflower, Brian Jacques
I. Asimov, Isaac Asimov
A Great and Terrible Beauty, Libba Bray



Five books that mean a lot to me:


Ender's Shadow(the whole subseries), Orson Scott Card because it's just an insanely well-written book and I'm also crazy-in-love with the Ender's Shadow series
The Communist Manifesto, Karl Marx, mostly because it has a lot of what I believe in, and the version I'm reading I hate the translator. Too many big words.
About all I can come up with, I'm so lame, I know. More will be added with *EDIT* by the names.



And a second meme that has everything and nothing to do with the first:


1. One book that changed your life:


Eragon by Christopher Paolini. It's inspired me to basically write, lol.



2. One book that you’ve read more than once:


So You Want To Be A Wizard, the entire series ^_^, by Diane Duane




3. One book you’d want on a desert island:


Good question. Probably Vanity Fair or the Manifesto.



4. One book that made you laugh:


Maximum Ride the series, James Patterson



5. One book that made you cry:


I generally don't cry while reading.



6. One book that you wish had been written:


A fifth in the Ender's Shadow subseries.



7. One book that you wish had never been written:


The Odyssey, Homer. IT SUCKED ASS.



8. One book you’re currently reading:


Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray


9. One book you’ve been meaning to read:


Err.... I'll get back to you on that, there's nothing I've been meaning to read lol.

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(From =DarthFar)

The author suffers from hypergraphia, which is characterised by unstoppable, frenzied writing (and/or painting) on a particular subject, or on twenty different subjects, or whatever else may enter the person's mind at the strangest times, and without justification (including delusions of becoming Supremely Evil World Tyrant of Pink Bunnies, which is occurring on a disturbingly regular basis). The Surgeon General has determined that this post may be detrimental to your ocular and mental health. If you experience dizziness, migraines, shortness of breath or temporary insanity, please report to the nearest hospital for medical aid.

The author would also like to state for the record that the author is *not* a crazed, romantic serial killer who keeps the heads and body parts of victims on display in various rooms of the house.
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For days now we have been under siege by the rain, it gets quite tiring. Oh how I wish it would stop so I could dance beneath the sun and feel it on my skin! I could show off the new dress Mother made for me at Mass on Sunday-- I cannot wait for the rain to end!
I have heard of tales of a monsoon. And Father says it is around the right season for these rains. So maybe it is a monsoon?
I do not know.
I have also met the most wonderful boy, he sits in front of me in class. He and I pass notes while the teacher's attention is elsewhere, it gives me a thrill and I am sure he recieves the same thrill I do. It feels odd to disobey a rule, even though it is not enforced. But I may be a minority, for I have been raised to always defer to my elders. Ah well, but I wish to see him at Mass on Sunday. Just so I can show him my new dress.

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