Ah, the infamous Jesus play. So epic and well-loved. I myself have been in the Jesus play. Guess who I played?
Jesus.
(Not even commenting on this. Please feel free to laugh privately.)
So, it's April. I'm sort of wondering if any of you people are participating in ScriptFrenzy. What is ScriptFrenzy, you ask? It's the April NaNoWriMo event, where particpants write 100 pages of script (for screen or stage) during the month of April. You enter your words into the word counter, and if you win, the ScriptFrenzy orginization gives you a certificate. Yay.
Unfortunately, I'm not going to be able to participate this year, due to approximately 150 pages for school due in the first two weeks of May. I'll have a busy April. Which is disappointing, because I was planning on adapting something I'd already written, and through that edit said prose, and perhaps have an easier time of things. But as it remains, I have to turn my words elsewhere.
Fear not, Trey. I shan't abandon you here. We're aiming for breaking January's record, remember?
I've also come to the conclusion, Trey, that we shouldn't have to precisely alternate posts. If we've got something to say, it should be said. Sometimes I have legitimate concerns to rant about, and have to sit around waiting, because I've posted the day before, or some other nonsense. And then I forget.
Short attention span for the win, Trey. For the win.
Also, the best thing ever, Trey--our library allows you to, via internet, take out books on tape. It PWNS. Seriously, my favorite thing ever. Right now, I'm listening to Pride and Prejudice (♥), and delighting in it.
(The Gardiners are going to Pemberely, in case anyone's interested.)
Let me know what you think, all, and let me know if you're doing ScriptFrenzy.
Love,
Gracey
]]>Trey, I might have had to punch you in the face for RANDOMLY referencing Britney Spears in the tags, but since you have amazed me once more, I opt not to.
For the sake of our devoted readers (I continue to delude myself that there is a plural in all of this), I shall recount our recent conversation:
G: Trey, give me a historical event in 1856.
:interlude while Trey thinks:
T: Piedmont-Savoy went to war with Austria with the aid of France.
I've never even heard of Piedmont-Sav--------------
IMPORTANT NEWS BULLITEN!
Trey was completely incorrect. The place was Sardinia, and it happened in 1859. Sorry, Trey, no brownie points for you. However, you do get minimal points for even having heard of Piedmont-Savoy, which I sure hadn't.
(I was trying really hard to pay homage to you in this post, too. I mean, last time we played the Gracey-names-a-year-and-Trey-names-a-historical-even Game, you pwned. Yes, pwned.)
Anyway, I'm reading Pride and Prejudice (just past L's elopement, for anyone who's read the book/knows the story) and even though I've read it before, I really want to read some more.
I'll probably put up a more comprehensive post in the near future. Of course, I imagine that you might want to yell at me for making your disgrace public.
I really do love you dearly, though.
:smiles widely:
Love,
Gracey
]]>Can I do this post in twelve parts? We shall see.
1. Marvel Comics vs. DC Comics. (COMMENT AND GIVE ME YOUR OPINONS, PEOPLE.) Now, I'm personally a Marvel fan. I mean, The Fantastic Four? Spiderman? X-Men? As far as comic book heroes go, you can't do much better. Especially X-Men, in my opinion. But in general, Marvel was all about, "With great power comes great responsibility," and being mutants, and getting their DNA altered by space clouds.
Actually, now that I think about it, all of those had something happening with the altering of DNA, whether it was through a natural evolutionary mutation ("And then one day, a freak was born!"--kudos, freshman bio class), a radioactive spider, or deadly space cloud.
So, Marvel Comics vs. DC Comics. Personellement, I cannot think of a reason for you to back up DC. I really can't. But then again, I'm a little biased, I suppose.
2. Exams. They are looming over me with deadly knives, threatening to drop the axe of knowledge--or rather of non-knowledge--on my poor, vulnerable skull. I don't want to take them, but I have to, and therefore, I have to study. So, if things that take time, like videos, come with less frequency, it's because I'm cramming my brain full of useless crap.
3. Ellen. She really does exist! You weren't making her up! (I admit, for a bit there, I had my doubts.) Her response to us was very well hidden (sneaky, sneaky) and I'm not even sure that I could find it again. But then again, we can almost safely assume that I'm a robot, that only comes to life to post these blog posts, right?
Right?
4. YouTube. Trey and I do, as it happens, have a YouTube channel, where our videos are posted. Conveniently, it's entitled (is that the appropriate word?) SockMonkeySlippers, which seems really easy to remember. Or maybe that's just because it's me. I never can tell with things like my brain. It likes to play games with me, don't'cha know.
5. Cliches. (I don't know how to do the accent thingy on this.) Anyway, I'm currently carefully comprising (holy alliteration, Batman!) a list of cliches, for reasons that aren't really important, but I'm choosing not to disclose. Now, if I had a giant army of readers, I would have a giant army of cliches in a very short amount of time. BUT since I have a very small army of viewers, I need you to really THINK! These cliches can be anything from the simile variety--"cute as a button"--to little phrases--"forbidden fruit"--to things that are probably just true--"ignorance is bliss." Being given these posthaste would be excellent.
6. TELL YOUR FRIENDS. Seriously. I mean YOU. Tell your friend in Poland. Tell your goofy boy neighbor. My ego needs stroking, as Trey will attest. (Secretly, we made this blog so that readers can assure me that I'm getting attention, so that Trey doesn't have to. It was beginning to cut into his sleeping time.)
(I was kidding with that last bit in parentheses, by the way. I'm not that much of an egoist.)
(Really.)
(But I do want readers. That would make le Gracey so, so happy.)
(HA I'M HALFWAY TO TWELVE!)
7. Music. What do you think about my doing an Artist Hightlight of the Post? Like, I could rant and rave about how good they are, and how Trey doesn't listen to them in all likliehood, and all that other good stuff. I mean, music is a really huge part of who I am and what I do. I spend a LOT of time listening to music, to the point where I can't even fathom that some people DON'T care about it as much as I do.
8. Regina Spektor. (I'm not waiting for the judgment on the whole music thing. I'm jumping right into it. If you really hate it, Trey, let me know, and I'll stop.) Regina Spektor is one of those people, who when you hear her sing, you're just like, "...wow." Her voice is very...classy, and seems almost old fashioned. Favorite songs by her at the moment are Sampson, Us, and My Dear Acquaintance (the last of which is, I believe, a cover of a song from the forties, but still is very pretty.) Spektor is very non-rock, non-modern, but still pretty freaking awesome.
9. Disagreement. Trey, you and I, as the co-writers of SockMonkeySlippers, are not forming a united front on many issues. We don't agree on presidential candidates. We don't agree on music. We don't agree on Britney Spears, and how completely useless she is. We don't agree on movies (Titanic). We don't agree on the issue of skirts.
I feel like we should agree on some things. So, I am proposing several issues. If we disagree, it'll make for good conversation. If we agree, then we'll finally agree on some things.
(Feel free to just copy and paste this form:)
A. Is James Marsden gorgeous? Gracey says: Yes. Trey says:
B. Mayo or Miracle Whip? Gracey says: Neither. Oh, I have to pick one? Mayo, then. Trey says:
C. Ketchup or Mustard? Gracey says: Mustard. But why are these questions all food related? Trey says:
D. Converse or Vans? Gracey says: Converse. Trey says:
E. Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester? Gracey says: MR DARCY! Trey says:
F. Seven or Eleven? Gracey says: Seven. Duh. Trey says:
G. Cell phone or AIM? Gracey says: AIM. You know why/who. Trey says:
H. Painted nails or no? Gracey says: Eep. No, I guess. Trey says:
J. American Pie or Ghost? Gracey says: Well, if you were tying me down and propping my eyes open with splinters like the way they did in the Odyssey (which is the only way I'd watch either) I suppose American Pie, but whoever made these questions (:cough:gracey:cough:) picked really, REALLY crappy movies. Trey says:
K. Facebook or MySpace? Gracey says: Facebook, hands down. Trey says:
L. Unicorns or Leprechauns? Gracey says: Now, if I were a six year old girl with a rainbow fetish, I would definiltely pick unicorns. And, if I were creepy, I would definiltely pick leprchauns. However, I am neither (well, I suppose the latter is debatable). I mean, leprechauns are nasty and skanky and devious, and unicorns can't be beat for sheer so-freaking-frighteningly-cheeful-ness. However, leprechauns are genuinely frightening, and unicorns are only too fucking cheerful creepy, so unicorns. Trey says:
I invite you to note that in this twelve-centric post, there were twelve things for us to agree/disagree on.
10. Glasses. It has been pointed out to me that I sort of hide behind my glasses. However, I sort of see them as a tool; they hide unsightly blemishes, protect somewhat my eyes when I almost jab them with things, and I think they look nice. Opinions?
11. David Levithan. So, you've been reading his books. Any readers read things by him? Anyway, Trey, you definitely need to get your hands on a copy of Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. But, instead of jumping into that, I want to know what you thought of what you've read so far.
ONE MORE.
:thinks:
:thinks:
:sits in The Thinker pose:
:thinks some more:
AHA!
12. THE HEAVENS ARE TELLING. The Heavens are Telling the Glory of God, m'boy. Since I just spent half my life writing this iperlong post, I feel like I get to issue a challenge, but it's not a REAL challenge in that it's neither embarassing nor difficult. Also, I think you might like it. I challenge you to find me a link/file of that song, with all those middle school memories. Post it here. Then, we can all delight in it.
:pants and wipes brow:
Well, there's my twelve parts. Keep in mind that when I was writing that title, I just randomly pulled the number twelve out of my head, and then wrote the post to accomidate it. There're gonna be a lot of tags for this one.
Love,
Gracey
]]>I got the date wrong in yesterday's post for the New Hampshire primaries. I apologize for that.
Unlike Trey, I'm not going to advertise or slam any of the candidates. I'm choosing to keep my mouth shut in all of this, as politics can be a touchy subject. I'm just expressing an interest. And, boy, is it interesting.
Currently, Trey and I are closely following far-off New Hampshire, while I multitask and loathe Chemistry, cursing it to the ninth circle of hell. (Wasn't the ninth circle that of the Traitors? Where they were up to their heads in ice? Anyone? Dante? Anyone?)
Well, Chemistry=definitely not my favorite thing. It's just hard, people. And I like to belive that I'm pretty smart. I mean, I've always been one of "the smart kids". So this whole Chemistry thing is particularly distressing, even though I'm pulling a B+.
Chemistry can eat my dust.
But midterms are creeping ever increasingly closer, and that's sort of depressing.
Also, I don't know what to read. I just finished An Abundance of Katherines, by John Green (reading it for the second time) and now I'm stuck. What I really want to do is re-read Pride and Prejudice, but that's a hard book, and it takes time. I mean, I love the crap out of it, but I don't have the time.
I'll probably rant more about time, and the lack thereof at a later date, but right now, I have to go finish my Chem labs.
Love,
Gracey
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