Thus In the Future, Having Been Forwarded, Forewarned & C.
Thus In the Future, Having Been Forwarded, Forewarned & C.
After some lengthy thought, I have decided not to wait and write when the wit wanes but strike forward, fearlessly forming footnotes as the feelings flow. I will write ahead and damned be him who first cries hold, enough.
I am going to write mostly on the iPad using IA Writer and use Dropbox to synch it all up amongst desktops, mobile devices etc.
Anyway, here’s a picture to start…
Forwarded Foreword
Forwarded Foreword
The following is to be an unplanned narrative in 365 parts. At this point I have only one character in mind, the omniscient, omnipresent, and omnipotent Narrator, based on, as an apology to, and in recognition of the role of he who is named Earl has in this upcoming debacular train wreck of a plot. Earl, I am truly sorry about what is about to happen.
At least once a day I intend to set fingers to keys to try and extract some sort of forward momentitive plot-like sequence of verbiage and adjectivalness that will not only offend my editorial friends and companions but also leave everyone hanging in suspense as to what in God’s name I think I am going to do next.
I have not yet decided if I will permit writing ahead, although I acknowledge that I will, perhaps, be forced to post several ”episodes” (to use the psychiatric term) at once to compensate for the vagaries of Internet access. Pictures, unless hand drawn for this specific purpose, will not count. All entries are to be posted on my blog (macblaze.ca) under the category “It’s Novel.” I will likely be posting a few other bits and pieces, so strict reverse order in the main stream of posts will likely be disrupted here and there. Use the category. Or not.
Comments will be met with derision and so are most welcome. Spelling, grammar and adherence to dictionary-quality vocabulary will be at my whim as suits a man who recognized that the value of the English language suffered a fatal blow the day he uttered those immortal words “English is a language in transition.” Proofreading and corrections will be done on a volunteer basis by anyone foolish enough to volunteer. Length will be variable and while I cherish linearity with the heart and soul of one who is one with lineariticity, I have every intention of betraying my beliefs for the sake of convenience and ass-saving.
All rules subject to change. Even this one.
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A description in 365 (or so) parts: Foreword then Forward
Foreword then Forward
The Plan
Well last year (actually this year as I write but likely last year as you read, although time is a twisty thing once you start to think about it. And now that I think about it, it may be a couple of years ago or even several. But perhaps this isn’t the time to get into it. Later, yes?) I cataloged all the books I read because Earl goaded me into it. Of course you don’t know this yet because it’s still this year and I haven’t posted the entry that will appear at the last possible seconds of the year. I’m not sure Earl actually realizes he was the author of such onerous and industrious tribulations, but it is a well-established point of legal precedence that he cannot escape responsibility through ignorance. Be all that as it may, I had once again decided to not put up any resistance to Earl’s overbearing oneupmanship and will commit to trying to equal his feets. A little bird has written me of them and while they, of course, seem less than the feets of Carmen Constantine, they are prestigious feets nonetheless. Let us now step forward towards the goal.
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But alas, after consideration, this plan must fall by the wayside as it slowly has dawned on me that I have no measure with which to measure my own feets. Our — Earl’s, Carmen Constantine’s and my own — feets are separated by time and space (ah, there’s that time issue again…) and I do not believe Sylvia will allow me to separate her or Earl from those, oh-so-magnificent digits and my-they’re-so-grand extremities. But I’m pretty sure the Big C would have cooperated. Alas indeed.
Plan B, Mark 3, version 1.2b
After much pondering, mulling and general musing I have decided to buy a vowel. Two “e”s seems a bit pretentious (and while that may suit Mr. E.J. Woods’ megalomaniacal agenda, I am a much more modest sort) so I have decided to buy an “a” and thrown down the discarded “e” at the aforementioned feet (now diminished) of Woods & Co. and challenge him on the basis of his feats.
“Take that” and “Ha!”
So, by now you must be wondering just which of the many feats (because unlike his feets, he has many more than just two) of Earl J. Woods I intend to emulate and indeed, in all modesty and humility, attempt to surpass. Well, it comes often to many an Internet user’s attention that Mssr. Woods has, for the past several years, managed to post at least one post a day on his weblog: the infamous “My Name is Earl (J. Woods)”, formerly “The Bleak House of Blahgs”. Thus for both 2011 and 2012 he has managed (or will have managed in the case of the upcoming end of 2012 assuming time does not twist in on itself and disrupt a perfectly good linearity) to make 365 sequential and orderly posts.
I now announce my intent to match this feat.
Beware.
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Gala-la-la-la
At a fundraising gala with Geoff, oh so many moons ago… 2004-ish
Because I say so
Cats
Clamber in laps
Convince you to nap
Crave things to unwrap
Cats
are good
On occasion of a cat deciding its agenda was more important than mine
Port Alberni III
Alberni-Port II
Alberta-berni I
Now in Colour!
This started out as a typical b&w line drawing of the Whirlpool Pine, the oldest tree in Alberta found out Nordegg way. After I finished it I decided to play Witt the colour options in Brushes, something I usually largely ignore. Anyway, this is the result. Go ahead and judge…
It Rankles
Jimmy Rankin at Festival Place. Meh.
It started off slow but he got to rockin’ after a bit.
Neat venue though. Beer in your seats makes the time pass pretty well.