Those are graphics from To Say Nothing of the Dog.

Script Frenzy 2011 Progress and NaNoWriMo

Script Frenzy

I decided that the first idea would make more sense as a novel. So, I'm using Blackout and All Clear by Connie Willis for a radio script.

It's a radio script because those are much easier to write and they've been around MUCH longer than television sets that people could have in their houses.

The books are set in World War Two, so the scripting-music is all from around that time. Listening to The Lion King, Les Miserables, Grand Hotel, Mulan, Phantom of the Opera, and lots of other things like that doesn't fit in with air raids and people getting trapped in the past.

NaNo

I'm going to get a NaNoWriMo tote bag, too. Here's

a picture:

Script Frenzy 2011

Script Frenzy started today. I have no idea what I'm writing about, really...At least for NaNo last year, a friend had given an idea (the idea ended up not being something that made a lot of sense in novel format, though). This year, I looked here for a plot and things like that.

Things I Know

1. The script's about desert nomads, dwarves, and a stableboy.

2. The dwarves are very pale and bald. (Living underground isn't a good place to grow food with lots of proteins, which is what your hair needs. Also, without sunlight, you turn whiter than the Blogger post place thingy.)

3. The nomads are mean.

4. The gods of the nomads are kinda Greek-ish. When they intervene, everything goes kaput.

5. It's going to be very random and not make much sense at the end.

6. It'd better be 100 pages at least, or else. *glares the characters into 0.000000000000001% submission*

A Science Lab Report Complaint

In science, we have to write three formal lab reports a year. The last one (about weather) was really boring. I decided to add in how weather effects history to make it more interesting. The problem is, I didn't include many references.

The history was all things I'd known for years and years. Mom and Dad taught it! I don't know what books they used. Mrs. Garmong probably wouldn't have liked me putting down "Martha S*****" and "Dave S*****" in the references slot. So, I didn't put anything down.

At the end she wrote:

"Lack of in-text citations: -2"

There were some other problems, too, but the citation thing was the most annoying. Teachers don't even follow the sources unless they're in doubt! Besides, I got the facts right.

I got a 92%, though. That's pretty good for doing something that wasn't at all interesting.

Martin Luther's Death Day

The guy in the picture is Martin Luther, not to be confused with Martin Luther King orMartin Luther King, Jr. Those two were named after him.

Martin Luther was going to be a lawyer, but quit college to become a Catholic monk. He then decided that the Pope wasn't interpreting the Scriptures correctly. He was sent to Rome to deliver some letters, and was

absolutely appalled at the practice of Indulgences.

An Indulgence is the full or partial pardon of sins, which occurs when gazing on relics, paying for pieces of paper, saying the Lord's Prayer while climbing some steps, and a lot of other acts like that. Luther said that by doing those, you are depending on yourself and not on Jesus Christ to save you. He wrote 95 Thesis and hung them up on the Wittenburg Castle Church on October 31st, 1517.

He was called up before the Emperor for that, and asked to recant. Luther was prepared to give an answer, and so was allowed to come back at noon the next day. That was when he gave probably his most famous speech.

"Unless I am convinced by the testimony of the Scriptures or by clear reason (for I do not trust either in the Pope or in councils alone, since it is well known that they have often erred and contradicted themselves), I am bound by the Scriptures I have quoted and my conscience is captive to the Word of God. I cannot and will not recant anything, since it is neither safe nor right to go against conscience. May God help me. Amen."

The Catholic church declared him a heretic. That meant that he would be arrested and killed, like many other theologians for centuries. Luther was given safe passage back to Wittenburg, but Prince Fredrick didn't trust that.

Prince Fredrick kidnapped Luther (without the afor-mentioned lawyer-turned monk-turned outlaw) knowing. He stayed in an attic in the Wartburg Castle. While there, he translated the New Testament from Koine Greek into German so that plain old people could read it. He also wrote about a gazillion theological writings.

When Luther returned secretly to Wittenburg, he wrote in a letter, "During my absence, Satan has entered my sheepfold, and committed ravages which I cannot repair by writing, but only by my personal presence and [the] Living Word [of the Bible]." For eight weeks in Lent, he preached a sermon every Sunday that affirmed that what the Bible says is true.

Even though helping in Wittenburg had worked, people outside of that town were taking his writings and teachings too far. They were actually planning to attack the Roman Catholic church. Luther managed to keep them from doing it, but pointing out that we should love our enemies, and not hurt them.

Luther actually married a nun. Katharina von Bora and eleven others escaped from a nunnery in herring barrels. They moved into a former monestary, which was a gift from John the Steadfast. The two had six children, and were very poor. A few of the children died during their childhood.

He also wrote two catechisms, established a new church denomination, and made a new order of service (now called the Divine Service). The service was conducted in German so that everybody could participate. Luther wrote several hymns, and translated the Bible from Greek and Latin into German.

At the end of his life, he was extremely sick. Luther went to settle a dispute, and apparently died on the way home. Maybe the dispute was too noisy and it was just too much for him. He was buried in the same church he had been hidden in.

Crazy Parents

Mom and Dad are both teachers, and they teach online from home. (People still ask me if they've found a job, and I say, "Yeah. They've had one for years and years and years.)

Dad teaches more classes, so most of the weird things in this post are from his. Mom teaches a couple classes: no more than three a year.

A couple days ago, Dad was teaching his Latin students about the parts of the body. For lips he did that thing that babies do. Rubbing your finger over your mouth and making a funny noise.

He also has a resident rabbit in the office, who probably chewed through the headset cord.

There's a chapter in Lingua Latina where Julia, a four year old, is annoying her older brother, Marcus. Her other brother, Quintus, is just ignoring them.

Julia: Lalala.

Dad sings like a four year old girl. He also does this well:

Marcus: Grrrrrrrrrrrrr.

And he can give a shocked look over mike, too.

Mom's classes are less funny. Her students always think that the pictures of composers are really dorky and/or strange. Especially the composers with wigs, big glasses, or huge beards.

She has a joke that goes like this:

Why did Mozart kill his chickens? Because they went "Bach! Bach!".

Which is a horrible joke. (Bach is a composer, for those who don't know. And for those who don't know, go take Mom's class.)

A 30 Day Blogging Thing Day 29-30

Day 29's about asperations.

I don't really have many...Being an actual real published writer, even if I have to work at Wal-Mart most of the time or something, would be fun...So would be being in some sort of musical theater.

Day 30's about ANOTHER moment. Jeepers. Again?

I've already said everything that I think about this. :P