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[10 Jan 2010|04:55pm] |
Jay was more than eager to dive into the stack of leather bound journals. His mother had recently cleaned out his grandparents' attic, and had found the box full of arcane objects, crystals, and other such intriguing items. Knowing her son was interested in such baubles, she'd brought them over, telling him they belonged to his great-great-great grandfather. It had been torture to finish his work, cutting it dangerously close to a deadline. He kept glancing over at the stack of journals, with all sorts of mythical creatures embossed on the covers. He always had a fascination with history, real history that involved his family members. Mixed with the fantastical items, he was as giddy as could be. He wondered if ol' Great-great-great grandpa Henry had been into some dark arts.
Finally, his work was done and he could peruse at his leisure until another freelance assignment came his way. Perhaps this would even give him the final push of inspiration to finish his novel and actually send it out to agents. He brought the box to his couch, and set it on the coffee table. He kicked his feet up, grabbed the first journal, and started reading. Apparently great-great-great-great grandpa Henry had been involved in some strange arcane arts. It wasn't simply a journal of his life, but a journal of his magic. Jay couldn't tell if the man was insane, or just incredibly creative. He had an entire journal devoted to translations of some ancient text. Phonetic, no less. Jay chuckled. This was amazing stuff. Too bad it wasn't for real.
Soon, he got to a passage that mentioned a fae, one who was beholden to Henry Pierce. Jay was intrigued. The stories of the fairy folk had always been interesting to him, especially the folklore that spanned countries. He'd always wondered why some of it could be so similar (with differences as per each country's cultural traditions). He flipped a few pages, and a sheet of brittle paper fell out onto his lap. It was scribbled with the text he'd found in one of the notebooks. Feeling a bit foolish but also amused, he scribbled down the phonetic pronunciation of the "spell" as Henry called it, in a spare notebook he had for his stories.
Feeling like a character in a movie, he read the spell out loud, tripping a bit over some of the pronunciations, but doing quite well. He'd always been good at deciphering translations. He probably might have gone into languages if he hadn't been so entranced with history and the written word. He repeated it again, this time getting every syllable correct.
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[04 Jan 2010|06:03pm] |
Jay usually wasn't a nervous soul, but the prospect of a date with a beautiful lady did have him a bit more cautious than usual. He'd called Sam up not too long after their initial meeting, and they set up dinner at a family owned restaurant he was quite fond of. It had been quite awhile since he had a date with a woman he was truly excited about, and he fully intended on it going well. He dressed up nicely but casually, to fit the air of the restaurant. Since it wasn't the weekend, the restaurant wouldn't be too busy or noisy, which was good since a first date usually required a bit of conversation. Except his first dates back in high school where apparently movies were in vogue. All the better to make out in the back row and then never call each other again.
They had decided to meet at the restaurant for convenience. If the date went sour, one or the other could escape with relative ease (and Jay would think of that... even if he didn't plan on that happening). There was also the fact that Jay's car desperately needed cleaning out. He wasn't sure why he had so many random articles of clothing, pairs of shoes, books, and other such things that belonged in his home littered the back seat of his car. And no doubt there was the odd Taco Bell wrapper. Jay was many things, but he was quite sure a messy car wasn't exactly something one wanted to highlight on a first date. He could keep his house very tidy, but things just exploded in his car for some reason. It didn't matter, though. Sam probably wouldn't see his car.
He got to the restaurant early, hoping to grab a table before Sam got there. To his surprise, she was already there, waiting for him. It didn't bother him, though. He'd be way more worried and offended if she were late. He saw her, sitting at the table, with books, waiting. He felt a grin stretch across his face as he waved at the hostess and made his way. "You come prepared," he said as he sat down.
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[30 Dec 2009|05:33pm] |
You know what's awesome? Getting the number of a hot chick who has good tastes in books and careers is awesome.
I mean, seriously, I know it's not unusual for me to strike up a conversation with complete strangers at the bookstore, but usually those strangers are limited to Dungeons & Dragons virgins who haven't showered in three weeks (and before you say ANYTHING, Paul, I may have been a D&D geek in high school, but I totally showered every day) and teenage girls who think I look like that guy on Dr. Who.
Of course, the question is, how long do I wait to call her? I don't want to wait forever and chance her forgetting who the hell I am, but I don't want to call immediately and give off a stalker vibe. Hmm... my great dilemma.
My deadline looms nearer and nearer. I probably should work on that.
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[07 Jun 2009|08:31am] |
I was recently informed by one Carolyn Pierce that I am certainly not getting any younger, and she is quickly advancing to the age where she won't be able to enjoy my sister's (VERY VERY VERY) future children as much as she would enjoy mine now.
I never thought I saw the day where my mother told me that it was okay if I got a woman pregnant and decided not to marry her, just as long as I got to have the kid most of the time. I swear to god, Dad was trying so hard not to laugh that he excused himself to "use the restroom" and my sister just stared at her like she was insane.
I'm also wondering what led her to believe that I was currently engaging in activities that would produce a kid, considering the last serious girlfriend I had was over ten freaking years ago.
Which is just depressing. Hey, Paul, can I borrow Izzy and Jack for awhile? Maybe they'll shut her up.
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[04 Jun 2009|05:47pm] |
Today I bought a half-gallon of milk, and it was Epic. Though the route from Inner City to the grocery store needs more Orcs.
Justinian and Theodora knocked over one of the African Violets Mom gave me last year. I held a memorial service for the dearly departed flowers, since the kittens seem to think purple flowers equal the best toys evar.
Got hired to research the Spanish settlers in California. Woo. Am writing a novel about Dragons. Woo!
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