Misery talked about the games writers play to keep words flowing.
Here’s one I once used.
Before my first workshop, during my browser window years, I’d write a sentence or two between tasks in games; while my character recovered from scorpion stings in Shadowbane, or troll throwing-axe wounds in Wacraft’s Hinterlands. I’d pause my anime every five minutes to tap out a sentence, and then unpause. If I’d kept it up, Naruto alone could have netted me fifty shitty stream-of-consciousness novels — I didn’t keep it up, but ignore that. Continue reading Writing By Inches→
In Impossible Things I said that students can do brute force memorization in their spare time. So I’ve been doing that with Japanese, memorizing every kanji and vocabulary word on the recommended list for the JLPT1. But symbols and words don’t make a language…
Yesterday, I cracked The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi (涼宮ハルヒの憂鬱)’s cover. You might recognize the anime by the same name that aired in 2006.
You might even recalled the premise:
“What if God was one of us?”
“Okay, so what if?”
“And he was actually a Japanese schoolgirl.”
“Uhm, wow, that would explain a lot actually…”
“But she like, doesn’t know, man.”
“Alright, now you’ve lost me.” Continue reading Lost in Synthesis→
Although I’m by no means a technology buff (says Greg as he collects a steady paycheck as a Microsoft SDET), I’ve done technology columns in the past. At previous jobs, I’ve been referred to as a Luddite for my reluctance to embrace the newest hot sexy piece the kids are carrying around (bought my first SmartPhone in December, but I’m sure they’ll find something else to make fun of now.) I tend to ask more whether the gains in utility justifies the device’s learning curve, a response which invariably gets parried by, “Who cares? THIS SHIT IS AWESOME!”
But I care. One more device to track, find a charger for, and pay the fees on. Hooray? My way works fine, and doesn’t require me to sign a license saying “they” are allowed to shiv my ass for precious Greg-gold. As mother used to say, “An unshivved ass is a happy ass.”
And so I miss out on awesome new developments like Google Drives (and more importantly for me, Google Docs.)
I started A Memory of Light, the final installment in the Wheel of Time series at 7:30 PM Friday night. I finished 11:30 PM Sunday. My eyes ache. So here’s a review.
I’ve written no spoilers. This 14-book series is a goddamn marathon, and I’m not about to thieve rewards from the uninitiated. Once you finish the review, I’ll have hopefully convinced you to read all these books. Otherwise, I dunno, go get Cliff Notes or something.