Reaching beyond the great streach of blank space that is my mind.

Right. I've got nothing to say, nothing to criticise, be sarcastic about, or rant on. I'm not writing much because I kept thinking about how I was going to kill of certain characters in my book, sad, eh?

OH!! That reminds me, I have some nice interesting quotes on death.

~Considering we don't know what, exactly death is, it could be... very nice.

~Have you ever considered yourself, lying in a box with a lid on it? I suppose it doesn't matter, since, you'd be dead.

~I wonder when if there was a moment, in my youth, where it occurred to me that one doesn't go on forever, there must have been a moment. It must have been shattering. Yet I can't remember it. We must be born with an intuition of mortality.

~Today, humans try to know everything, it makes death and life all the more ominous.

Right. Can't promise anything more cherry, but then, the future is the great unknown.

~NEON DUCK.

I'm sure you missed me.

Alright, well I'm back and I didn't fall off the edge and I have a lot of laudry to do and I have a freaking 83 unread messages in my inbox and so yeah, I'm not spazing tho, that's for my family to do. I am also training myself to constantly talk in a british accent for whatever reason.

w00t!

DUCK.

Vacation, w00t.

Right so, this week I'm going on vacation to the Grand Canyon, so I obviously won't be here, unless if I get my hands on some Internet access so, yeah, you can check in, whatever.

~Electrical Fowl.

A question and preamble for writers.

SO, I have a question for writers who comment, actually it's not really a question is more rhetoric, but that's irrelevant. Anyway, my question;

Why do you post your stories on line with NO copyright NO security NO and NO way to know who is seeing it?

Seriously, I mean anyone could steal your hard work and a) you'd have no way to know it b)they would get away with it and c) it looks good to have a c option, kidding, kidding.

What brought this up is my friend told me to start a blog with the story I'm writing but then I realised the dangers of this. I am going to try and publish it (Shot for the moon, if you miss you might get sucked into a black hole). And I don't know where I'm going with this and no one will likely listen but you know, I tried.

~NEON DUCK.

HISTORY!

Alright so the fourth of July wasn't quite as disastrous as I had feared but it wasn't exactly a picnic (Ha ha, like it wasn't a picnic but it wasn't fun, ha, I thought it was funny....) SO I learned some interesting things about my great grandparents and Aunts and Uncles like I read the letter my great Uncle wrote, he was in the war and he wrote it seven days before he died. And my great granddad was named Leonardus and was in the circus and played twenty different instruments. I AM RELATED TO SOME KOOL PEOPLE AFTER ALL! And I had a great Uncle the died at two years and like NOBODY knew about it, oh and there was a scandal that I probably shouldn't explain...

So yeah, that's what I did.

~Neon Duck.

Dialects.

Right, so I've been taking a dialect course through children's theater, (it's not really a children's theater it's more teens and adults with a few children spattered about in their programs) and it's really hard and I don't think I will ever be able to stop talking in a standered British accent, if I'll ever be able to talk again that is because it really hurt your mouth.

The hardest part is having to switch between New York accents and British and southern accents really fast, it's hard because you have to totally rearrange your mouth to do it, it's completely mental but it's the funnest (is that a word?) thing I've done all summer.

I guess that makes me mental too.


~Neon Duck