I normally don’t pay attention to details in movies, especially when those movies contain something supernatural. However, I noticed something in a movie last night that made me pay attention to those details.
I’m actually surprised I have never noticed it before. I’ve seen the movie dozens of times, but, for some reason, I didn’t notice it until I watched it last night. Maybe it’s because I’ve been watching it since I was a kid and I never thought to question it.
Parshal was led down another winding series of corridors. Two dwarves dragged his unconscious High Priest behind them. He thought about trying to fight his way out of this situation, but he was sorely outnumbered. The acolyte thought of himself as a good fighter, but twenty to one odds were something he knew he couldn’t overcome. Instead, he tried to remember the route they had taken, in hopes that an opportunity to escape came up in the future. The only thing he knew for certain is that they were consistently going further down into the mountain.
Suddenly, they came to a set of huge doors. Once again, Parshal found himself wondering why dwarves would make a door that big. It made more sense to make them dwarf size, forcing anyone who attacked them to bend down to fight. He thought about asking the dwarves about it, but decided that he suddenly wanted them to get attacked and have it come back and bite them.
I know, I know. It’s been forever since I’ve added a new chapter to this story. Fear not, my friends. I’ve finally started writing it again. I’ve also had some new ideas for things I can do in the Sceptre of Chaos universe, as well. I will be discussing them with a few fellow bloggers, to get their opinions, before deciding whether or not to move forward with them, though. For now, please enjoy the next chapter in the story.
I worked in retail hell for 11 years. When I first started working there, if I ever had a problem, I’d talk about it with one of my supervisors, whether it was a department or store manager. Eventually, I realized the futility of doing that. So, I just started dealing with things myself. Every once in a while, a manager would say something to me about what I had done, but, for the most part, they were content to just let me do things my way.
Also, during those 11 years, I spent a lot of time listening to my coworkers bitch about the conditions in the store (which is something they did almost non-stop). Now, I’m not going to lie and say that I never bitched about anything, but I rarely bitched for two reasons. The first is because I didn’t want to sound like the whiny people I worked with.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again: After seeing the next generation, I fear for the world.
For example, a little bit away from my house, there’s a street called Birch. Every time I drive past it, it brings my fear for the future back. Here’s why:…..it still says Birch.
Some of you may be thinking, “Why is that worrisome?” I’ll tell you why. Most areas (At least, most of the areas that I’ve been to anyways) have their street signs in all capital letters. So, most of the time, it would read BIRCH. In my area, the street signs only have the first letter capitalized. That means it says Birch. Continue reading →
As most, if not all, of you are aware of, there have been changes made at Stuphblog. Because of this, I will no longer be posting there. From now on, I will only be posting here (Well, until Matticus and I start another story, anyways. Then, I’ll occasionally be posting at the Kingdom).
To be honest, it’s probably for the best this way. Don’t get me wrong, I loved having a blog with my brother and Jaded, but Stuphblog never felt like it was mine. To me, it was always my brother’s place and I just hung out there from time to time. No matter how much he tried telling me that this wasn’t the case, I always felt like an outsider there.