“He’s Blond, He’s Pissed, He’ll See You In the Lists”
by Cooper Young
Bonus points if you can name the movie.
I haven’t much time to write tonight; the work I have to do for school is monumentous, and I made the mistake of going shopping earlier today rather than staying home and reading. I wrote nothing yesterday. The Men’s Olympic Free Skate was on, and, not having cable, I had to spend four hours at my soon-to-be-in-laws watching it. As for the controversy on the results, I’m not a professional figure skater, and I have no right to say what the sport should or should not be about, but I will say that my perception of what happened was that a decent skater had a great night, and a great skater had an off one. I hope Plushenko still has one more go left in him, because I would love to see him take back his crown.
Now, while I have been distracted by the sporting fever which besets me once every four years, I have been thinking. Honestly, I think that the vast majority of writing is done in one’s head. So, as a note to myself which will make absolutely no sense to anyone reading this, here is what I have lately decided needs to be considered for incoporation:
- Dogs, of course
- Glowing spiders (not sure if poisonous yet)
- “You can’t keep living in a tent in front of the temple.”
- The Blightling
- Blightlings WITH fur. Not sure yet.
Good night, ladies and gentlemen.