07: Tickle Torture
Chinese Tickle Torture: The act of a fiendish big brother trapping his little sister by sitting on her arms and then tapping her either between the eyes or on the chest repeatedly until little sister is either driven mad or liberated by their mother getting home from work.
| I write daily, either writing fiction or exercising my writing skills with any given topic. This is a collection of my writing exercises, journal entries and misc. writings that are not fiction. The opinions expressed here are of course my own and if something is said that ruffles your feathers you’re welcome to email me or comment here. I like debating and I like arguing a point, but only if both parties do it civilly. Differences of opinion shouldn’t devolve into attacks on someone’s character. I christianed my non-fiction writing collections under the title Chinese Tickle Torture. As described above, CTT was my older brother’s favorite method of driving me crazy. |
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.. Daily Jabberwocky: Whale Wars
| I typically keep most of my wordy blog posts on my live journal with the friends only option turned on. Especially when I’m expressing my opinion about subjects that everyone seems to have vastly different views on. I don’t mind debating an issue, but I hate having small battles over nothing more profound them simply wanting to express my opinion. Hunting and animal rights issues seem to bring out the worst net fights in my experiences. I have pretty strong views on the subject and very few of them are p.c. And with that… I got caught up in the show Whale Wars tonight. Continue reading… |
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.. Daily Jabberwocky: Film for Book
| Making movies from books can be very hit and miss. More so with horror and science fiction, in my opinion. Clive Barker was one of my most beloved writers during my teens. He had a talent for creating a type of mood with his stories that I can’t really put into proper words. I had read Hellbound Heart in a day and when my friend Dee told me they’d made a movie for it, it became our holy grail for that season. Upon getting the video and watching it neither of us was disappointed. The story was basic, the movie followed that storyline nearly to a tee, only changing Kirsty from a friend to the leading male’s daughter. The cenobites were tinkered with a bit too. I would have preferred to have seen the pinhead described in the book. She (for Pinhead was a girl in the book) had the grid on her face with the nails, but the nails were jeweled. But to attempt to express the world Frank was taken into in the book probably wouldn’t have translated well on the screen, so the changes didn’t bother me much. Hellraiser is still one of the few horror movies I can watch again and again. Continue reading… |
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.. Daily Jabberwocky: The Ninth Gate
| The Ninth Gate is on. I’ve read the book. After speaking of books to movies I have to say that I actually really liked the film version of this book. Although the book gives you more details into the culture of book collecting and the storyline of the devil’s book plays in with the story of the Three Musketeers. From reading that book I discovered that my grandfather actually has a pretty old version of the Three Musketeers, one certainly worth keeping in good repair. The book’s story introduced me to one of the leading characters in a story that I simply could not like. Continue reading… |
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.. Daily Jabberwocky: The Silent Place
| Last night I awoke in my dream and I was sitting huddled in the back of what appeared to be a boat. The sales were up and a circular piece of wood moved from the front of the boat to the other end. I was sitting as still as possible, attempting to make as little noise as possible. The boat was moving slowly and creaking in that cold and sinister way you’d imagine ghost ships creaked. I wasn’t on any body of water, however. This boat was built atop a train platform. Beneath the boat, train wheels propelled it along an endless set of tracks. The tracks themselves cut through an endless expanse of perfectly white and untouched snow. The only thing that separated sky from the ground was a small hint of gray in the sky overhead. Continue reading… |
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.. Daily Jabberwocky: The Devil’s Scuttlebutt
| Tedious is the night. I’ve been sitting here for about six hours now, steadily, in slightly zombie mode, adding products to my Fire Sale. Almost everything in there is an ink drawing that I haven’t already made any icons or previews for in the past. So it’s a cyber assembly line. Nab the image, resize it, upload it to my e-commerce gallery, make a product listing for it, make a page preview and thumbnail for it, write a blurb, cut and paste it all in, and then test the links to make sure all is well and proper. It only takes maybe three minutes to do all of this, but it is boring and tedious. It reminds me of my first job… no, my second job. My first job was… ha… come with me as the world in front of you makes squiggly lines to represent the flashback mode of this bajema sitcom. The year was… [insert proper background music here] Continue reading… |
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.. Daily Jabberwocky: The Aether High School
| I believe “Festival” is taking place downtown GR as I write this. It’s a three day arts and culture festival in downtown Grand Rapids that has been going for… at least as long as I’ve been alive. There’s an obnoxious time line of photos my mother took of me each year. They’re always the same. Me in a new Festival tee shirt with some freaky face painting going on. The only difference is in most of them my hair is so short I look like the third son in the family, but towards the end you could see me fighting against my mother’s will to keep my hair short. The last photo ever taken shows how she thwarted me on that challenge. She let me grow my hair out and then proceeded to give me a perm. So my hair still looked short because of the curl, but now I looked like I had a little Dutch girl afro. Good times. Continue reading… |
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