Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Lol

#that awkward moment when you skip past everything but the Blaine scenes in season two



(...btw, I might be posting a lot about Glee this month. Certainly for the next week.)

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

slgksl;dkF;lkjf I FORGOT IT WAS APRIL!!!

OOPS.

No time to blog, so I'll just leave you with some brotherly angst.

*sobs*

Friday, December 2, 2011

More Poetry! Yay! (This one's for NICK.)

Nick

Dark, soulless eyes
that do not express
anything.

Hard, careless face
that has no concern for
anyone.

Warm, calloused hands
that are not kind to
everyone.

They are kind to me.



So, I wrote this after reading the end of THE DEMON'S COVENANT by Sarah Rees Brennan, because that last scene with Nick and Mae made cry. This is probably Mae narrating, but in my dreams it's me ;)

And if you haven't read her stuff, go pick up THE DEMON'S LEXICON right now and read it. Immediately. It's a story about demons, magic, siblinghood, and epic family drama. I can't even. Just read it. (And then spam @sarahreesbrenna with tweets over the week that you take to read the trilogy. Because everything is more fun with tweets.)

<3 Allison


Books read this year: 30/50
Words written for NaNoWriMo: 50,051
Times I've seen Breaking Dawn:5

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Poetry Wednesday: Day 30

Well, okay, it's actually Thursday, I know. But this poem was incredibly relevant yesterday, and I WROTE it yesterday, so we're calling it Poetry Wednesday.



Day 30

Holy
crap
my
characters
are
stupid
and
my
plot
consists
of
mostly
kissing
and
their
love
isn't
even
believable
and
I
have
to
write
10,000
more
words
by
midnight.

Frak.




The good news? I TOTALLY WROTE 10,000 MORE WORDS BY MIDNIGHT! So, yeah, I won NaNoWriMo. It was awesome.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

I Am Insane.

Today is November 9, 2011. There are *does math* seven and a half weeks left of this year. About five weeks left of this semester. And three weeks left of November. In that time I have to:

-Pass all my classes, getting mostly A's (if I want to student teach)
-Read 26 books to fulfill my 50-in-2011 challenge
-Write 35,000 words to win NaNoWriMo

So, yeah. No big deal. Classes are going (mostly) well. I've gotten back to reading as much as possible (I kinda stopped for a few months there). And I am totally ROCKING NaNoWriMo (I'll talk about my story some other time). But all of those combined? I don't know how I'm going to make it to 2012 in one piece.




Books read: 24
Words written: 15,116
Days until this is all over: 52

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Poetry Wednesday: Twittering through the Woods

Twittering through the Woods

 More than all the print I have read in my life,
 At home in the fleet of ice-boats, she
 Unscrews the doors themselves from their jambs!
 Resisting anything better than her own university, she shares an
 Endless unfolding of words of ages, and if
 Each and all be aware I sit content, because there is
 Never any more inception than there is now.

 Just twittering through the woods. “Smile
 O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth!” and
“Hurrah for positive science!” Cheerfully take it
 Now. With behavior lawless as
 Snow-flakes, the spinning-girl retreats, scooting
 Obliquely. We chant the chant,
“Never enough! enough! enough!”


A Found Poem from Walt Whitman’s “Song of Myself”
Allison Ridley 2011

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Remember Poetry Wednesdays?

Well, I have a new one for you!
(And there will be a poem called "In (Living) Memory of River" coming as soon as I finish revising it.)



A Faithful Companion

We were both test subjects.
I had a gun and you couldn’t speak,
yet I was thoroughly assured that
you would never threaten to stab me.

In the event you did speak, she urged me to “disregard your advice.”

You were a faithful companion,
obeying orders and protecting me
from fiery death while I used you
as a not-quite-human shield.

You were “most likely incapable of feeling much pain.”

You were there to help me
complete a mission that was impossible
for one, but manageable for us,
and together we would beat the odds.

She told me to “please take care of you.”

The task complete, we learned that
you could no longer accompany me
on the rest of my journey, but
also could not be left behind.

There was an “Emergency Intelligence Incinerator.”

You still couldn’t speak, but I knew that
you would say to go on without you,
that you would rather die in a fire
than become a burden to me.

“You euthanized your faithful companion more quickly than any test subject on record. Congratulations.”











I would love any feedback you have. I'm doing these poems for a poetry class, but we don't have very good critiques* and I'm dying to hear what other writers have to say. Suggestions? My teacher thought it might be interesting to try writing it in present tense, which I liked. I was also thinking about changing the POV to GLaDOS** and seeing how that goes. I'll play around with it one of these days and post my alternate versions. I would REALLY love your input, though.




*it's mostly "This is really good!" even when it's clearly not



**Yes, this is a poem about Portal. Don't know about Portal? It's a puzzle-based video game in which you play a test subject going through a series of tasks run by an (evil) intelligent computer known as GLaDOS. Look up "Weighted Companion Cube" if you want to know the back story for this poem. Though I don't think that's NECESSARY. It's supposed to work as a poem even if you don't know about Portal.