This is awkward.

or should I say...

aaaaaaayyyyyy....? :D

*clears throat* Sorry.

Anyways. It's been a long time, but I finally have something to post!

Yesterday (Sunday) was my piano teacher's annual studio recital, in which I performed two pieces by composer Franz Liszt: La Campanella and Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2. The first of those didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped, but the Rhapsody was good. My teacher's husband filmed it, so I thought I'd share it with you all. :) (If anybody actually visits this blog anymore XD)

Hope you enjoyed. :)



A Puzzling Mystery

A man showed up at our door yesterday.

What did he look like? I cannot remember, for my attention had drifted to the cardboard box. Straight as a ruler, long as a five-foot spoon, heavy as a grown man, it weighed down the little hand cart upon which it sat.

What could it be?

I snapped a few pictures to see if I could determine its purpose.

Casio privia?

Google Translate dubs it Italian, but I think it may be Greek. Note the delta character.

The contents of the box. I seem to have assembled some sort of -







I got bored.

My work schedule has allowed me a few moments of free time!

Ceeellllllleebrate good times COME ON


Unfortunately I couldn't find anything quick to post, so I guess I'll have to resort to a rough-edged portion of EDGE.


Now for the dramatic flashback.
The year was 2068. June 26th. Dawn stretched out its early tendrils of light among the worn buildings of Carson City, Nevada.
Arseneau’s grip encircled the planet, and the painful evidence made itself very palpable. The streets were piled high with debris and garbage, but lacked the presence of humans. The Overlord’s police force, scattered across the rooftops, cavorted proudly from house to house.
Indoors, the constant thud of the cops’ footsteps got on the last nerve of one particular tween.
Wilbur Eiffelman had had enough.
He marched into Keenan’s bedroom and emptied a bowl of ice water on his friend.
After peeling himself off the ceiling, Keenan dried off and sat down at the kitchen table, still shivering as he drilled Wilbur with an icy glare.
“You had better have a pretty stinking good reason for this.”
“Oh, I do.” That crafty smile of his.
“Spit it out, then.”
Loud footfalls directly above.
“Hear that?”
“I’ve tuned it out.”
“Good for you, but I haven’t. And I think we ought a do something about it.”
Thunk. Ice falling from Keenan’s blond mop. “You’re nuts. I’m going back to bed.” Scrape of wood on wood, interrupted by –
“No! Sit! I’m serious. I’ve had it up to here”—exaggerated hand measurement—“with this Arseneau nonsense!”
“Shut up! They might hear you!”
“I don’t care. I’m gonna dump that guy off the roof, and you’re helping me.”
“You’re insane! If you keep this up I’ll tell your –”
“If you help me, I’ll arrange something for you and Victoria.”
“Victoria from Evan Street?”
“That’s right.”
Very slight hesitation.
And from that point forward, it wasn’t just the officer that plummeted.
The duo donned their sneakers and crawled into the attic. Dusty up there. Come to think of it, dust was rather widespread in that area. Sometimes Keenan imagined that it came from the ashes of the war in 2026 (he was correct; the epicenter of that conflict just so happened to be in Nevada).
Ignoring the wispy cobwebs, Wilbur scooted over to the top-hinged skylight. The orange sun greeted him.
What a great day to die.
Keenan disagreed. “Are you sure this is a good idea? They could find out where we live.”
“Not if they don’t see our faces.”
He hid his own with a scarf, tossing a timeworn ski mask to Keenan, who, though unsure, pulled it on.
“You’ve been planning this, haven’t you?” Muffled by the mask.
“Maybe I have. Does it matter?” Voice similarly dampened.
“Kind of.”
“Well do you want Victoria or not?”
“I’m starting to think even she might not be worth it.”
“C’mon. Of course she is. Tell you what—I’ll give you some money, and you can go buy an antique for her. She loves old stuff. ‘Kay?”
“She calls old stuff ‘retro’.”
“Sure, whatever. That’s after. But you need to focus right now if you wanna get to that.”
Deep inhale. Long exhale. “Okay. What do you want me to do?”
“I just need a distraction, like in the moving pictures. You jump out, yell something at them, and while he’s looking at you, I’ll push him off.”
Quickened heart rate.
Nod from Keenan.
“So go.”
He went.
He saw.
He succeeded.
He wasn’t the only one who saw, however.
Soon after the cop hit the gravel two stories below, Wilbur’s whoop of victory turned into a sickening gargle as the slug punched through his skull.
He followed the officer, down, down, down . . .
All the way to the grave.

Depressing, right? I thought so. Don't worry - I've got redemption planned out for later. But you'll have to wait quite a while for that. :P

So yeah. That's a good deal of what I wrote during Camp NaNo. I failed to reach my word count goal, but I achieved another goal - actually writing for once. ;)

- HyperLinkzer


Update: Lack of Posts

Here's the deal.

You may have noticed that I didn't even get around to Top Ten Tuesday this week. This is due to the fact that, since I received the job position I was shooting for, I now work 8 hours a day. Not only that, I also have Geometry and Chemistry to work through before the fall semester.

As a result, my blog has suffered greatly during this last week. In fact, I have more free time during the school year than I do now. And I'll be without electronic access next week to boot.

All of this leaves me with a few options.

1. Write posts on Saturdays and schedule them for later.
2. Consume any free time I get for the purpose of posting.
3. Throw together a post if I have a quick minute.
4. Stop posting altogether.

Obviously I'm not going to pick the final one, but I will make an attempt at the other three. As I just briefly mentioned a moment ago, I will be without electronic access next week, leaving me to blogging the old fashioned way - notebook and pencil. If I have the time, and if I don't put it off, I will write the next episode of Pond Wars.

I apologize for all this procrastination. (If you read through my recent posts you'll notice that the undertone is composed of laziness, half-hearted lists, and lame excuses.)

I will try harder.

- HyperLinkzer


Saturday Stuffs: Tumblr

I'm still behind on Pond Wars. :P

I don't really have any excuses. I'm just not motivated. *sigh*

But for now, here's some funny pictures. The theme is Tumblr - the place between Twitter and Blogger where short thoughts, pictures, quotes, and the like are shared. However, many users have taken it much farther and turned it into a very strange place with very strange people (though a good deal of sane members still remain).

Enjoy. :)

- HyperLinkzer


Top Ten Tuesday: Books That Will Be In My "Beach Bag" This Summer

I dunno about you, but this category scares me.

I don't go to the beach. I hate sand. O_O Seaweed is gross.


Maybe I'll just watch a video of an ocean. Yes. That'll be just fine. And while I'm at it, here's the books I would read:
  1. Sovereign by Ted Dekker and Tosca Lee. Get used to Dekker being at the top of all my lists. :P Third book in the Books of Mortals series. Only 49 truly alive followers remain loyal to Rom. This meager band must fight for survival as The Order is focused on their total annihilation. Misunderstood and despised, their journey will be one of desperation against a new, more intensely evil Order. As the hand of this evil is raised to strike and destroy them they must rely on their faith in the abiding power of love to overcome all and lead them to sovereignty.
  2. The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. That's right, I still haven't read them. I do plan on it though. :) They're just so long...
  3. Raising Dragons by Bryan Davis. Well, actually, I would like to read all three (or is it four?) sets in this particular universe. Looks super cool. :D The kids at school call Billy “Dragon Breath” for good reason. His breath is bad! It isn’t the normal, morning-mouth bad; it’s the hot-as-fire, “don’t-you-dare-get-near-me” bad. Trouble erupts when his hot breath sets off the fire sprinklers in the boys’ restroom at school, and his parents learn that they’ve kept their secret for too long.
  4. Total Truth by Nancy Pearcey. Yep, I posted this one last time. I didn't quite finish it, but it is so cool! Lots of good stuff in there.
  5. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum. I read this when I was quite a bit younger and didn't really understand it, so I believe it's time to take a closer look. :) Follow the adventures of young Dorothy Gale and her dog, Toto, as their Kansas house is swept away by a cyclone and they find themselves in a strange land called Oz. Here she meets the Munchkins and joins the Scarecrow, Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion on an unforgettable journey to the Emerald City, where lives the all-powered Wizard of Oz.
  6. The Chosen by Chaim Potok. I started it a while ago but put it down due to busyness. It's really interesting though, I was learning some cool stuff about Jewish culture. Two fathers, two sons and the pressures on all of them to pursue the religion they share in the way that is best suited to each. And as the boys grow into young men, they discover in the other a lost spiritual brother, and a link to an unexplored world that neither had ever considered before. In effect, they exchange places, and find the peace that neither will ever retreat from again.
  7. The Silmarillion by J.R.R. Tolkien (sorta). I have heard that people who have read this book have the potential to become Lord of the Rings nerds. I accept the challenge.
  8. Don't Waste Your Life by John Piper. I actually have no idea what this book is about. I went to my grandparents church recently and he (Piper) was the local pastor, so when I saw this book in my house I thought, "Hmm hey I know this guy maybe I should read this how bad can it be?"
  9. Socrates Meets Jesus by Peter Kreeft. My siblings read this and said it was pretty cool. What would happen if Socrates--yes, the Socrates of ancient Athens--suddenly showed up on the campus of a major university and enrolled in its divinity school? What would he think of human progress since his day? How would he react to our values? To our culture? And what would he think of Jesus?
  10. The Boneman's Daughters by Ted Dekker. Got it for my birthday and it's been collecting dust ever since. :P WARNING: Dekker writes many books for adults, and judging from the synopsis, you should definitely ask your parents before reading this book.
As you may have noticed, this "Beach bag" list generalized into a "Books I want to read" list. No matter, it's all the same to me. :) Mwahahaha.

AND NOW because it's late at night and I had too much sugar, I wanted to show you a BRAND NEW smiley face that my friend accidentally invented about twenty minutes ago:





No need to applaud me, all the credit goes to the creator.

This incredible innovation has led to a breakthrough in smiley faces! See for yourself:

Happy guy looking in a mirror

Sad guy looking in a mirror


Vampire looking in a mirror and becoming a guy with buck teeth

Disturbed guy looking in a mirror

Yeah you can try to figure out what to call it I can't do it right now

- HyperLinkzer