A recipe for success. Or disaster. We'll see.

ADD writer + even more ADD illustrator + house with internet access + DVDs = well, I don't know.

Simone's coming over to work on the illustrations and I'm going to keep writing. Theoretically, this should end well. However, knowing us, there is a chance this degenerates into watching "The West Wing"/"Inception"/"Sunshine" or surfing Tumblr, aka the reason I'm fairly certain Simone has fallen into an internet coma.

On the upside, I found out more about war medics this morning.

"He claimed the bugs were personally after his ass" or Influences: The Things They Carried

I'm doing another influences post, because otherwise I'm going to post a rant about things that are getting under my skin at the moment. They're unrelated to this afternoon, which was awesome and actually very productive (once Simone and I realized that we needed not to talk about art direction in video games).

(  'I can look at things I never looked at. I can attach faces to grief and love and pity and God. I can be brave.' - The Things They Carried, page 172 )

Indirectly related to the previous post.

A little more on O'Brien, as well as a lot of other things.

The paper was written for 12AP in response to a prompt on Nine Stories and how it "opened my eyes." The only problem was that it hadn't. So, rather than write a long poorly-constructed lie, I decided to be honest. The following essay is what I handed in. It's got a lot of talk on my own philosophy, and some stuff I'm not exactly sure should be shared. Without a doubt, it's definitely the rawest thing I've ever written, and something I seriously considered editing before sharing here. Then I remembered that all of two people read this at most, and I basically have free reign. So! Proceed at your own risk.

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