Jersey Boy

I apologize. As it turns out, if I say I’m going to be back and doing things more often I tend to not be back and doing things more often. So maybe I should just say I won’t be on more often? I don’t know. So to fix this up, I’m making a HUGE blog. Like I might get to 1000 words, y’all.

Two excellent things have happened since I last blogged. One is that I got a chance to go to Jersey. The other is that I found VampireFreaks. But let’s speak about Jersey first, basically because it is the more exciting story of the two. I’ll split them up by bold words.

Jersey Boy

I went to Jersey with the intent to go see one of my best female friends of all time and hang out with her at ROTC ball/banquet, as she is still in high school. I definitely did get to do that, although it was super hectic up until that point. We were an hour late, the ball was an hour late, I wasn’t clean shaven, I don’t really dance, no one seemed to know what was going on, etc. Nonetheless, the ball turned out excellently. I learned that it is apparently a thing at fine dining to applaud by whacking a spoon against the table. Maybe it’s just an American thing. I learned that slow dancing is super awesome. I learned that my gaydar is not 100% accurate (no, you do not have to be gay to have a gaydar). More like, 95% accurate. It was only my second time being wrong. And finally, I am glad that I was homeschooled most of my life. I had forgotten how ridiculously drama-filled high school was. Seems like everyone hates everyone but secretly is nice to them.

After the lovely ball and a couple pictures, I headed back to meet up with a friend from college who had also come down to Jersey for the ROTC event. I found out that, although he never speaks of them, he has four cats that roam the house and two more that run around outside. You think someone who is that much of a cat person would have mentioned something about it. But no, I didn’t know a thing until I walked into his parents’ house and found a great fuzzy creature rubbing up against my leg. Then another. Then another. And another just stared at me.

The next day, after a great deal of fun and a board game that’s the halfway mark between “Cards Against Humanity” and “Apples to Apples”, I got dragged to his church. I can’t say dragged, really, as I was interested in what they did, but it was quite the experience. It was the Baptist experience.

We’re a non-traditional church… our pues aren’t even wooden!

For those who know nothing of the baptist experience, let me explain it to you:

  1. You walk into the church and everybody just kind of walks around, trying to find their family’s pue (because God forbid they change their bench once in a while), and then without any warning the worship band gets up.
  2. Now, they start out with the first song, which is typically just a rawer version of a song that you hear on Christian radio stations. Their version of rawer is putting the same words to a slightly different tune minus the drums. This way if you think
  3. you actually know they song, you’ll find out you don’t, because they riffed the one section that you can normally rock all by yourself. But now you’re just like the rest of the old people who’ve never heard the song before.
  4. After this, they do announcements. It would take much less time if they simply took out all the “God bless ’em”s every five seconds.
  5. After this, they ask for your money, whilst putting up a person who claims they can sing but everyone knows… they can’t. Don’t tell them that, though. You’ll be unholy.
  6. Then they return to music by singing a hymn most everyone knows, like, “Amazing Grace” or something.
  7. After this, they turn to those dusty little pieces in the way back of the hymn book that not even the guy singing really knows.
  8. Then they send up some older guy to talk about a bible story that most everyone knows, like David and Goliath, and you feel really good about what he’s saying. However, you’re questioning throughout the whole sermon if this guy is senile or not, because he’s repeating himself and people keep laughing anyway. Maybe they’re in on it.
  9. Then we repeat the last song because it was the easiest for the group to get back into. Typically, if there’s going to be some problem with the soundboard, it’s going to be now. But it’s the end of the service, so you don’t care too much.

And don’t think I’m anti-Christian at all by saying this. I’m a baptist myself and a Christian, so I can make fun of them all I want.

It was a good last day, basically. Jersey is a wonderful place.

Vampire Freaks

Another thing I got a chance to do is find the goth social network. Yes, there is such a thing. I didn’t know what I was expecting when I first got on there, and it has been QUITE a ride since I started, but I can’t say I regret it. Yes, there were creepy first people you meet who are sex-crazy, but afterwards most people are quite nice about it. I met some artistic people, some more writers, some just very kind people and others who are trying (and succeeding) in getting me involved with all the social network stuff. I now have a snapchat due to them, which is sirgabrielpenn is you ever want to find me.

The girl who got me started on snapchat is also teaching me Brazilian Portuguese. What does that mean? The South Americans fans are going to get info in their own language soon!

Speaking of Vampire Freaks, if there are any people on here who are part of it, we are going to make a page for the Soldier Chronicles if we can. The only problem is that it involves html and things, so to any fans who know HTML…

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HURRY GEEKS, WE NEED YOUR HEEEELP!!!!

I don’t consider that mean to geeks, as I am one. Oh, am I ever.

Book Stuff

For those interested in more book stuff, we have just started up the map. It’s just a sketch for now, which I have not seen as it’s my illustrator’s stuff, but it’s a big world. It’s a very big world, and by the first book, we haven’t even seen a quarter of what you’ll see by the end.

Also, we are considering bringing fetches into the series. They are the spectral images of the alive, seen soon before the alive become dead. And they may just be working with the protagonists. How? You’ll see. That’s the joy of a second draft. You can change EVERYTHING.

Anyway, that’s the end of my huuuge blog, hope it wasn’t too boring and that you enjoyed it!

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