Art and Vanity

¡¡¡Viva Pinata!!!

Viva Pinata is the best game in the world!

You get a seemingly endless amount of cute, awesome little animals (sometimes big ones) to come to your garden and play around and look cute and eat stuff, and sometimes when you get new ones they have to eat one of your other ones to join the garden like the bird has to eat your worm and such and there's cool people that help you out and run around your garden and the best one is Viva Pinata: Trouble In Paradise.

       Don't mind that it's for ages 3 and up. Your pinatas can fall in love with another one of their same species and then they get hearts above their heads when they walk around. Then if you get them a little house they go inside and do a romance dance that is usually really cute but sometimes a little weird. It's really awesome though because then they have a little egg (even if your pinata is a mammal species...I don't really get that but the eggs look cool) and it will hatch into another pinata.

       In this version of the game, Trouble In Paradise, there's an evil doctor who sends evil pinatas to your garden and you have to scare them away. This is the evil doctor, he has just graduated from evil school it seems.



       When your pinatas get to the maximum candiosity (they are FULL of candy) then you send them off to a party and some parties send requests for certain pinatas and you get bonus points for getting those ones but you shoot them off in the pinata cannon so they go off to the party.

I was so excited and happy to play this game, but when I was telling my friend about it she says:

"Sarah, you know what they do to pinatas at parties, right??"

Philosophy Degree

I used to be chasing a Philosophy degree.

Then I decided I had to change it.

I just couldn't stand all of the hot air and running in circles. The best arguer always wins, and I was way more inclined to questioning than arguing.

Besides, all of the philosophy majors I've ever met were all frustrated, conflicted people who simply could not find the true worth of anything. It seemed too sad to want to join them.




And all that logic they told you never seemed to have any real-life applications anyways. Every time you asked mama why you couldn't spend the night at Mimi's house, the answer was always "because I said so." There's never any logic to why you have relationships with people, and there sure as hell isn't any logic in how the governments rule over people and the lands or how society has its trends and mores. Culture itself has no absolute validity, truth, or soundness. Trying to be logical about it seems so silly. Arguing about that logic even more so.

Don't get me wrong, maybe the hot air warms the people with cold boredom or something, but let's face it:

I'm just not that bored.

Ke$ha "Tik Tok"

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Cuz when I leave for the night I ain't comin' back
I'm talkin' pedicure on our toes, toes
Tryin' on all our clothes, clothes
Boys blowin' up our phones, phones

I heard that song and was like:

"Where else would you get a pedicure, bihh?"

Junk in the Trunk

So I baked my boyfriend and his friends a bunch of peanut butter cookies for their road trip a couple weekends back.

Long story short, his car ended up breaking down in nowhere GA, it cost too much to fix it (more than that old Honda was worth) and they didn't even have time to wait the weekend for the mechanics to be able to fix it. So they sold it to the mechanics for scrap parts and had to take a greyhound bus all the rest of the way back up to TN to see their friend, the reason for the whole trip. They had a long trip, had to carry everything they had packed with them on their person as they took the buses, and had to deal with weird people and heavy traveling. He was telling me all about this adventure as the guys were waiting for the bus, and I had the picture of a few guys with a huge pile of bags and junk he had to salvage from the car, tired and stressed. After all, how was a pizza delivery guy supposed to work?? He suddenly didn't have a car!

Days after they finally return, I get a text from him saying that he had been going through his bags. He told me my cookies were still great, even though they were a little stale.

  I was like

Of all the things to salvage from you car you made sure to save my cookies??!!??!!

That's when you knew you got one of the good ones.

Writing the Breakout Novel : Review

     This book by Donald Maas is by far the best writer's resource book I've ever read. I borrowed this book from the library was was impressed with just the introduction. By the time I had reached chapter 6 (about halfway through the book) I had realized with growing intensity that I was going to read this book many times in my life. I knew I would return to it every time I embarked on a writing project or reached any kind of block in my work. I couldn't resist. I went out and bought it for myself.

     Every paragraph in this book is helpful. Having much writing experience and having read through countless writer's resource books you may glance at the chapter titles and say to yourself 'yeah, I've heard that before. Stakes, conflict, theme, characters, plot, blah, blah, blah,' and the author recognizes this fact. He doesn't tell you what you've heard before. He tells you the truth, the real techniques of a breakout novel, and specifically how to implement them complete with exercises (also with a separate workbook for those so inclined) and a checklist at the end of every chapter.

     If you doubt that any book on writing books will actually help you out, think again. Not only is it worth a read, it's worth a buy. I knew not even halfway through this book that I could toss out all the other reference books on the topic on my shelf and be perfectly prepared to embark on a novel-writing quest destined for success. Even if you feel you've got a great idea in your head, and maybe even a good draft, this book will be essential in many respects. If you've got a good idea, this book will make you make it better. If your manuscript is struggling, prepare for a shining new draft when you finish this book.

     I'd recommend this to anyone who has ever thought about writing a novel, or would even be interested in being an editor, agent, or publisher. This book tell you what to look for and how to make it better. Don't settle for a mediocre book, when every writer is capable of writing a breakout novel. This guy has sold numerous breakout novels, had years and years of experience as a high-profile literary agent, and has published fourteen novels under a pseudonym. He knows what he's talking about, and it shows.

Disenchantment with Patriotism

You know, back when you were in like 5th grade you learned all those songs about America? About how America was the land of the free from sea to shining sea and stuff like that. They always capitalized on the land of the free. They made sure you grew up knowing that you were the most fortunate kids in the world, because you had all the freedoms in the world.

Well, that was true when you were young, when the only rules you really had to mind were the ones your pesky parents made up. Then you get older.

Now I was a cultured young kid, I knew about other cultures and such, and I was well aware that there were a lot of places in the world that were a lot worse off. Americans really do live the high life, all of us. So I still bought into that 'land of the free' stuff they always drilled into our heads, and thought that this was a free country.

Then I learned about property tax.

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My mama's grandpa (or great-grandpa) built a little cabin on a lake in nowhere, Maine many years ago. Built it with his own two hands. Made his own little self-sufficient cabin (not using government provided power or water sources and such) and that's where the family takes turns vacationing. I discovered that the adults of the family have to split up the bills for the place so we can keep going there.
I said "What bills?"
Mama said: "the property tax, of course."
I said "So the government owns the land?" She nodded.
I said "How?"

I realized the family would be paying for that cabin until the day it is gone only because it is on a piece of land that the government somehow think it owns.

There seems to be no way out. It's illegal to live in your car, or on the side of a road, or in an abandoned place that no one else is living in. You have to live in a house, and you have to pay the government to live there or else it's illegal.




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"So you call this your free country, tell me why it costs so much to live?" - 3 Doors Down