There are basically three types of lightning. One is the intracloud (IC) that occurs within a single thundercloud unit. Two is the cloud to cloud or intercloud (CC) that starts and ends between two different thundercloud units. Three is cloud to ground (CG), that originates in the thundercloud and terminates on an Earth surface.
The highest proof alcohol ranges from Spirytus at 192 (96% alcohol) to Clarke’s Court Spicy Rum at 138 ( 69% alcohol). The others include Everclear and Golden Grain at 190 (95%), Bruichladdich X4 Quadrupled Whiskey at 184 (92%), River Antoine Royale Grenadian Rum at 180 (90%), Hapsburg Gold Label Premium Reserve Absinthe at 179 (89.9%), Pincer Shanghai Strength at 177 (88.8%), Balkan 176 Vodka at 176 (88%), John Crow Batty Rum at 160 (80%), Bacardi 151 at 151 (75.5%), and King of Spirits Absinthe at 140 (70%).
Gum has a long history but in 1914 Wrigley’s Doublement became a household gum. It was created by William Wrigley and Henry Fleer.
There is no lead in pencils but graphite. The #2 pencil is used in schools. The different kinds of pencils range from 9H to 9B with HB in the middle. The darker the graphite, the higher B number. The lighter the graphite, the higher H number.
Beer is split into two classifications: ales and lagers. Ales are older than lagers. Ales are fermented at warm temperatures while lagers are fermented at cold temperatures. There’s also hybrid and specialty beers.
Silver, aluminum, gold, platinum, brass, bronze, and copper are metals that don’t rust.
I browsed through the Netflix genre of romance movies. I tend to watch movies here and there that pertains to the current story I’m writing. Sometimes a bad idea because there are times I watch movies with content I’d rather not include in my own story. The idea of fan fiction and what I call teeny bopper stories (what they call YA today) perplexes and intrigues me for various reasons. Oh, those Stephenie Meyers books I will never read and yet I saw a few of the movie adaptations. Were you on Team Edward or Team Jacob? How about neither?
It boggled my mind why thousands of middle-aged adult women flocked to the theaters to watch the whole Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy. I’ve never read one of the books but did flip through a few pages and read a few paragraphs at a bookstore. This is what I’d call writing where it falls way to the left side of literary fiction. I’m not saying there isn’t a time and place for this kind of writing because there is, but it’s not in my nature to write this type of book.
When I’m ready to publish my love story, I will anticipate the reactions of “my God, this old recycled story” and yet I hope it has more substance than Fifty Shades of Grey. I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t watched the Fifty Shades of Grey trilogy because I have. I watched them all and kept thinking it’s missing vital things that could’ve made it so much better and glad that Charlie Hunnam passed on being Christian Grey. To go from Jax Teller to suit wearing Christian Grey. I suppose if you want to capitalize on sexual fantasies, this is the book you should be writing.
This is what I felt like when I settled on this YA adaptation movie over the weekend. I had no idea After was a based from a book, let alone being a series, and who the hell was Hero Fiennes-Tiffin? Way back when I entertained having kids and naming them weird names much like Frank Zappa did with his children, I too had short lived motherly instincts. I don’t care what anyone says, you rocked it in Pretty in Pink, Dweezil. I did research after the movie was done. Now it makes more sense. He’s Ralph and Joseph Fiennes’ nephew and he is tall like both his parents. He played the young Tom Riddle in the Harry Potter series. He’s part of the tail end of Generation Y and beginning zone of Generation Z. He’s one of those “damn millennials” as they are unjustly referred to.
He’s the new Edward minus the sparkles and drinking blood. The high school halls have been replaced with college dorm rooms. Teenage girls eventually blossom into young women and try to find their way in life around all the enticing surroundings. More or less, the actress who played Tessa, Josephine Langford, is a nerd. I can’t fault her for that. I get it. Been there and done parts of it. What’s the premise of this story? It’s about a good girl meets bad guy who doesn’t drink and they find each other irresistible.
I’m not going to poke holes in the story and make it a pin cushion or on a darker note, a voodoo doll, but this Hardin character sure likes his romance novels. Okay? Not saying young brooding men can’t like them but? The movie got a 17% rating on Rotten Tomatoes and a nice green splat. It got me to thinking why adaptations from fan fiction books are rated so poorly when adapted onto the screen? I’m not completely sure but sort of sure. The second question I had was about the actors and actresses who star in these types of films. Can they ever get out of the shadows of Edward, Jacob, Bella, Christian, Anastasia, and now Hardin and Tessa? I think Robert Pattinson did and I’m not going to discuss Kristen Stewart. I’m not sure if Hero Fiennes-Tiffin will be seen as someone other than Hardin Scott, but I hope over time he will. I’m sure Hollywood will be adapting all four books so there will be two more movies to film after After We Collided is released.
There are movies made within the last thirty years that wouldn’t see the light of day now in this heightened awareness society, but there are others that will never go away. Movies about survival and perseverance will never die. Movies about love and hate will never die. Movies about fantasy will never die. Sure, the United States has its fair share of sexual exploration via movies and art, but many of its citizens are repressed due to religion and upbringing. We do not belong in the handful of European countries that are more open about sexuality. With this being said, as I watched Hardin and Tessa look at each other at the end of the movie, I thought to myself this is why I’m rewriting my story. It isn’t that it initially read like a fan fiction story, but let’s face it, I had too much repetition in certain places and not enough content in other ways.
Will I watch After We Collided? Time will tell but even a person like myself who usually prefers serious reading material, while not having any ambition to read fan fiction, is willing to give two hours of her life up to a movie without much nuance. Don’t ask me why because I don’t know. It’s the same reason I used to watch the pageants on TV during high school. The major difference between fan fiction writers discussed and myself is this: they have more money than they know what to do with while I wish I had more money period. Life is not all about money and as I will work to support myself until retirement, I’m very grateful for the free time I have to write. Without the freedom to create, I definitely would suffer. Do what you want within reason, work on not justifying so much, and live your life.
This is about all I can offer. My eyes aren’t cooperating especially today. This whole week has been a bust in a way. I haven’t slept well either. More FYI information and probably won’t be posting more stuff until tomorrow. I really hope my body and mind relaxes and I can get more sleep tonight. I want to have a more productive next weekend.
I had this plan of constructing MMA facts, but time is limited so here is what I have. It isn’t much. I was curious as to who in the world punches the hardest in regards to MMA fighters and I had planned on watching some past UFC fights to take advantage of my ESPN+ subscription. So far, I haven’t done it. Why? Because there’s too many things I’m doing like writing short stories, rewriting my novel, working on my collections. Then, there’s my coloring projects and wanting to make bookmarks. Anyway, this week was tough. Changes occurred where I work due to the Coronavirus and while it was not as painful as a punch to the face, it was emotionally draining. Luckily, I am going back to work on Monday. As of right now, the consensus seems to be the world’s hardest punch belongs to the fist of Francis Ngannou. This means his punch is the equivalent to 96 horsepower or getting hit by a high speed Ford Escort. Derrick Lewis also punches hard as his calculation was measured differently at 967. Let’s just say both have more power behind their fists than probably ten people combined. I also listed the top 15 pound for pound UFC fighters for men and women.
I’m a sucker for progress and for repetition. I’ve thought about quitting my blog, taking it down, giving it up, doing other things in its place, but then I think of all the things I want to say and need to say in the future including my later years. I just finished watching a documentary about a Canadian author, Margaret Atwood, the one who wrote The Handmaid’s Tale and many other books. My goal is not to write as many books as she has, but I do want to write from the heart and soul, as she did. I think that’s what I’m doing, so far, in life when I write my blog posts. I admit I haven’t been writing as much as I should in my journal and gotten my thoughts out. I don’t write about some of the things I dream about because that’s way too personal to comment on, but it’s amazing how much a person can be shielded by writing fiction.
As I taught someone something new tonight, call it a tutorial if you will, I realize I like to be cryptic at times. I’m not willing to plaster my life to everyone (some parts at least), but other parts of my life not. I’m more cautious about who I tell things too and if someone wants to take the time to search me out, so be it by looking at my blog. I’m a person who expects people to do their part in getting to know me. I understand I’m a loner by nature and I don’t need much to be comfortable. At this point in my life, I’d just like to retire with some kind of normalcy and freedom. A part of me is tired of many things going on such as the effects of the Coronavirus (on all kinds of levels), the constant battles among people (who is right and who is wrong), and the thought of knowing if I come back in another life form that I am a radically different person.
I thought of all the kinds of things I could write in this post, being #900. What symbolism does it have? What does 9 mean in different cultures? Why do buildings not have a 13th floor or another number that is superstitious? Why is it so fucking expensive to live in New York City? Why are people turned off by the word “fuck?” Why do people feel the need to drive as if they are on a speed track close to where I live? Why does the same person drive his or her car all over the place and then make another go of it at 11 pm at night? Why? Why? Why? I’m too tired to focus on this anymore.
“Start where you are. Use what you have. Do what you can.”
My doctor thinks I might be losing my hearing. I don’t think I am, but what is for certain is I might need to get some medication to help with my arthritis pain. There’s time to see if it needs to happen later this year. I’ve been thinking a lot of what I’d do if I lost any of my senses. That would be so disheartening and I’m sure depression would set in. If I lost my sight or hearing, I’d have some major stumbling blocks. I don’t even want to think about it, but I do at random times. I would rather lose my sense of touch or taste if I lost anything although I know someone who can’t smell or taste anything anymore except salty or sweet things. This doesn’t sound fun by any stretch and while I had a set list of things to blog about and post, it’s going to filter into the weekend. Luckily, I’m still working but this week was more challenging for some reason.
I can’t wait until things go back to normal and whether things return to normal as much as possible in later 2020, I’m hoping the Coronavirus is a thing of the past (not gone) in 2021 and beyond. Then again, viruses love to mutate and humans are usually at the mercy of viruses and not the other way around. Like I said before to someone, viruses don’t give a shit what you look like or where you live. They love to infect anyone willing to be its host. With this in mind, I had intention of making this post organized and detailed without randomness. This is not what I’m doing because it’s getting hot enough where the heat is being held inside my apartment and now sweating. I refuse to turn on the air because it’s only mid April and it’s still snowing in parts of the Midwest. I’m more than happy it is Friday soon and will have the weekend to do more rewriting and working on my collections. I finally shifted over to the new format, which took some getting used to and parts of it is still irritating me. It’s all in a day’s mind, I guess, because transition is happening all around me. Good night, everyone.
“Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.”
His name is Chuck Palahniuk. Here’s some of his quotes. He’s a writer I admire. He’s a writer who doesn’t internalize (or so it seems) too much of whether you love or hate his work. Critics or not, his engaging ideas translates into page turners. I need to read more of his books as I’m hopelessly behind. He’s remains a bright shining gold, silver, and bronze star in my life. His book covers alone are beacons of light and combined with his writing style, do I need to say anything more? No, not really.
I decided to buy a few more journals despite having a few spares around. Like with various kinds of lip moisturizer, I never have too many spare journals. I’m not writing in them as often as I’d like, but now maybe I will since I have nine empty ones waiting to be inked up. I ended up rewriting on Saturday and Sunday and starting an impromptu design although I need to go back to my Rorschach designs. Luckily, I’m still working and think the social distancing does count for something because I haven’t gotten sick yet. Some states are implementing plans to slowly reopen, mainly the West and East coasts, but I’m still social distancing myself.
Monday is basically already done and soon it will be May. I hope everyone is doing okay and if you’re wondering why I’m not following people anymore, it’s because WordPress hasn’t given me the option in the past few months. I thought it might be because I opted to use the old format on this blog layout but who knows? If anyone does know the issue, please let me know. I’ve tried different search engines: Chrome, Firefox, Explorer and nothing seems to work. I should probably reach out to them. On the plus side, I’m making progress on my rewrite and look forward to self publishing it along with my poetry collection and short stories/flash fiction later this year or early next year. I suppose it’s better to have excitement with many ideas floating in my head than struggle to find inspiration with a few. This is all I’m offering today: journals and more journals.
I call you one more time,
in the silence of the day,
the sign too enormous not to see,
to let you know,
the fight is not over,
the solution has not been destroyed.
I call you not too loudly,
where they will hear us whisper,
appreciating the doorways,
opening wider to the blinding heat,
securing ourselves to the core,
not giving up.
I call not in the middle night,
but in tiny slivers of all darkness,
closer to the beholden image,
the dear one,
not quite ready to be sacrificed,
where the egg grows.
While I know comparisons can mentally affect me, I decided to look up the authors who have written the most published works. The top prize goes to a Spanish writer and I’m not sure what happened to the last three to make it 15 (my original plan). Obviously, a miscommunication with myself when I compiled this list. I consider Stephen King as an author who wrote a lot, but in comparison to the ones I listed below, he isn’t in the same playing field. No fault of his own. He writes when he wants. He publishes what he wants. If you’re lucky, you make some money like King.
So, how often should one write? The most freeing answer is as often as the writer wants, but reality more often than not includes personal or professional deadlines and neuroses. I spent most of today napping due to waking up early, compliments of neighbors moving, and then feeling the effects of spring. After getting black ice tea and green matcha ice tea, I’m now ready to focus on my rewrite today. Given most of us have families and if not then other obligations, we can’t write all day and night. So, another factor influencing the answer to how often should one write is dependent on the writer’s ambitions and creative pursuits.
The most logical answer I tell myself is I will write whenever I feel like it, but knowing if I do something else instead, I better be okay with that too. No one is going to write my story for me except me and the only way it’s going to get done is by sitting down and putting my fingers to the keyboard. No one is going to do the thinking and pecking for me. So, yes, while I have no problem finding hundreds of other things to do besides writing, it has dawned on me if I spend at least one or two days a week on my writing, I’m doing alright.
Don’t ask me why, but I looked up genetic mutations. Let’s start with the more common ones and end with the rare genetic mutations. I think most of us can agree chin dimples rank pretty low compared to the more rare and destructive mutations. Enjoy reading.