On Another Note

Today I will talk about stories.

I've recently seen some things on a certain website. I won't say what cite *coffdeviantartcoff* but it had stories on it that were... interesting... kinda...

Anyway, a lot of them made very little sense in a geographical and timeline sense. Some stories would talk about being in Maine (America) and then being somewhere in Russia the next day. 

If you've ever flown on a plane before, you know that it'll take one hell of a lot of parking lot blow jobs to make that happen, and I'm not sure if anyone would be willing to do that.

This is where professional novelists do a little something that I like to call "research."

They just look at a map or call a travel agency and ask "How long would it take to get from (insert place name here) to (insert place name here)?"

So if you want to actually make a story somewhat believable then you should actually do some research. It's not that hard.

Or you could just do it the cheap way and make some sort of instantaneous transmission thingy or intergalactical time warp. Yeah, that works too.

The Soap Show

Clean as a whistle Captain!!!!!

And then they all died.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With Nothing to Write About

When you have nothing to write about, try pulling stuff out of your ass.

It works ;)

Chasing Jackalopes

There are times in a person's life when you should just drop everything and quit.
I'm too stubborn to do that though.
Facing multiple deadlines (which the smart journalist avoids) is basically life and death. In the working world, you'll have to decide weather or not to abandon projects and work on something else.
Well I don't have that option, so I hope those of you who still have hope won't dig your own grave like I did.
Seriously, some stories are more difficult than hunting Jackalopes.





That's right. Jackalopes.

...........................

It's strange.
Whenever I thought about my relatives and people I know dieing, I never felt like crying. Not even shedding a tear.
But now that it's actually happening, it's hard to hold them back.
I've got to stay strong for mom. I can't let her see me cry because then she'll start crying. I rarely ever see her cry but she's not even bothering to try and hold it back as she wanders through the house looking for something to do.
My dad is getting ready to leave for Saint John. He wants to be there when my cousin passes away. He wants to be there when his brother's son dies. I don't even want to imagine what he's going through. I don't know how he's stopping the tears.
And my sister walks around smiling. I just want to smack her but stop myself because she doesn't understand. She can't understand.
My cousin Joe is dying... and he's only twenty-three.

Weird stuff

Well here I am, trying to save my ass from being kicked and such. Just keeping up with my projects and slowly killing myself with stress.
Why? Because the guy I was supposed to interview at 11:30 had to go to Nova Scotia because his daughter had a baby last night. Of course he had no way to contact me. That's my bad. Whatever.
Anyway, besides not being able to find anyone, I decided to spend my time looking up information about the History of the Community College. It started out as an Agricultural and Vocational School. The first in Canada.
And when I go to the Historical Society's website, what do I see?
Restricted: This page is categorized as Pornography.
...
WTF!!!!???

Anyway, after dieing for a good 20 minutes and comming back to life, I went back and tried again. Then it worked.
"Strange," I thought. "It didn't work the first 18 times."

The point I'm trying to make is that administration is messed up.
They always make decisions without consulting the public first. Take for instance the Student Rep Council (which I am a part of) decided to put up a bunch of posters saying "This building is a public building. Swearing will not be tolerated. Thank you. SRC"

I didn't approve of that! I didn't even vote on that!
We're fuckin' adults and they're telling us to watch our language!
I don't even hear swearing anywhere in the school 95% of the time. There's more swearing on a middle school bus ride than in the entire building.

The next time Administration decides to do something, they should first consult the people it concerns before making a decision.

Major Issues

Well I had just woken up and was walking to school, and what did I see?

Cop cars parked out in the middle of the road. Apparently a guy was shot by an unknown assaliant for unknown reasons.
Now covering a major issue like this is difficult to do. Why? Because the police won't tell you jack shit about what's going on.
You have to know who to talk to and what questions to ask when covering an incident like this.
Always go for the person in charge of the investigation. Never ask that person questions like "Who do you think it is?" Ask him/her questions like "How is the ivestigation going?" or "When did this take place?"
"What happened?" is always a good one.

Open-ended questions can always get you good interviews and quotes.