The brutally honest truth about being a writer 🙂
I got a bit nostalgic from all of the Superbowl Superhero ads, so here’s my superhero post from last year 🙂
This just about sums up how much creative, spare time I have on my hands; albeit, my photo-shop skills could do with an extra ‘spit and polish’! Lack of technical genius aside, THIS man/alien/thingamajig is, well… Super. He quite literally has everything I would want out of life. Despite coming from a completely different planet, he landed himself a job as a journalist to ‘bring truth to the forefront and fight for the little guy’ and a not-so-shabby girlfriend, whilst having powers like ‘heat vision’ and a buffer than buff can be buff stature for a body. I possess NONE of the above – why do the ones from outer-space get to have all the fun? *Humph* lucky you, Clark Kent. I casually just gave your identity away, Humanity 1 – Krytonians 0! For those cave-dwellers who have not heard of this guy, this is ‘Superman’. Or as we common folk prefer…
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When did saying the f-word become so common? Why are movies and plays so loaded with vulgar language the plot and characters become secondary?
I’m hardly swear-free, and even had a swearing jar myself when in 8th grade, created by my friend Kathy. I think the fine was a quarter and I’m not sure how long it lasted.
Profanity has crept into speech like a pervasive parasite, particularly in films and contemporary theater, and I don’t like it.
A blurb about a new play about Civil War re-enactors interested me. My husband loves all things Civil War and discount tickets were available. The play, “Row After Row” by Jessica Dickey, occurs during the re-enactment of the Battle of Gettysburg. Two friends, one playing a Union soldier, the other a Confederate, meet in a bar after the “fake” battle and meet a young woman who had also participated in the…
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My Christmas post from last year – Merry Christmas, ya filthy animals!
Hallelujah! After 25 days of opening cardboard windows for a piece of milk chocolate, of running around frantically searching for present after present (seriously, I really think ‘Christmas Shopping’ should be considered a competitive sport in its own right at the Winter Olympics!) and imitating Shane MacGowan’s part in ‘Fairytale of New York’ in as drunk a fashion as possible, the big day has finally arrived. Christmas, a day where drinking excess amounts of champagne and eating large amounts of chocolate are, well, highly encouraged! Despite the stress and anxiety that precedes this day, it all works out for the best when everything builds up into one, heart-warming day of relaxation and the first of two ‘Mrs Brown’s Boys’ specials. GET IN! Whilst I feel that the novelty of my birthday wears off after a while, Christmas still remains as big, as camp and as cuddly as I remember. Why? It’s tradition. With birthdays…
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If you’ve come looking for a book by Douglas Kennedy, or the start of a Taylor Swift song, I’m afraid I’ve underwhelmed you. WAIT DON’T LEAVE. As a consolation prize for those who were, here’s a beautiful piece of music written by my sister (“the girl triplet”, a popular label arising from my uni friends) on her Soundcloud profile, MissHMusic.
Also, if you enjoyed the piece, be sure to share her music and follow for some banging tunes, mate! Whatever you do, don’t let me say ‘banging tunes, mate!’ again?