Eminem @ MindSay 
rap
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down...
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows her composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I ain't never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever does pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
from a song by Eminem
Dixie currently feels:
Bored 
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I don't think I mentioned in a previous blog - but recently, my Bearshare decided to kill itself.
Ah, the great times I had with Bearshare.
The most I ever downloaded on it at once was 50 files.
Sometimes, when I start downloading, I can never stop.
I had a huge downloading fit at the start of January, and I ended up with my downloads folder filled with about 120 mp3s.
Although I don't end up liking all of it - I sometimes find some awesome things that I love.
I take bands I've heard of, or have heard songs before - and click the top rated stuff, so I know what I'm getting is decent.
Bearshare was never great for Nintendo soundtracks. It took me about 6 hours to find all 29 songs from Dancing Stage: Mario Mix.
Though, it was awesome for the Final Fantasy VII soundtrack.
Stupidly, I didn't download all of it, so I have about half of the soundtrack.
That's a game with a lot of music - the official soundtrack, apparently, is 4 discs.
The game itself is 3 discs, so.
Lmfao, that's a good suggested tag.
"downloading is fun"
Ah, the suggested tags never fail to amuse me. :)
Anyway, with a broken Bearshare - I needed a new downloading server.
On my old PC, I used WinMX - which sucked.
Then I got eDonkey - which got me a ton of viruses.
I got my new PC, and Adam suggested Bearshare - which I grew to love.
Though, I am NOT going to download Bearshare 6.
It's just a server where pedophiles trade porn videos with each other.
And yes - Bearshare WAS good for porn - they downloaded really fast, and I got a lot of results.
Though, I'm over that habit now. :)
So, I thought I'd take a leaf out of Emily's book and get Limewire.
A lot of files I got on Bearshare were taken from Limewire users, anyway.
So, after waiting several hours for it to install, a few days ago - I tried my first search.
Rammstein. :)
And, it actually found a lot of results that Bearshare didn't.
Today, I've taken the downloading fit to a new level.
The fastest download on Bearshare for me was 13 seconds.
Limewire is considerably slower - but multiple downloads go faster than they did on Bearshare.
Anyway.
My downloads folder now contains...
From starting totally empty...
It now contains:
457 files.
Yep. Tons.
I've downloaded the whole 127 track Paper Mario: TTYD soundtrack, along with the whole Hyrule Symphony album, tons of tracks from Ocarina of Time and Wind Waker...
Then I started downloading new tracks from bands I know of - then I downloaded all the new songs that are available to download for Guitar Hero 3 - so I can see what they sound like first...
(I added those to my Guitar Hero III soundtrack folder...)
THEN, I downloaded Stand By Me - great film, which has provided inspiration for mine and Emily's duo novel, Fire of Glory; notably, chapter 41 and 38.
Then, I downloaded some episodes of Super Mario Bros. Super Show - which I have a few volumes on DVD, but, when I get my iPod, I'd like to put some episodes on there.
THEN, I downloaded about 7 episodes of Little Britain - for the same reason as posted above.
I still have the whole Guitar Hero 2 soundtrack to get, bar a few songs - and the rest of the Guitar Hero: Rocks The 80's soundtrack to download too.
I got some music videos that I like - mainly Rammstein and Slipknot.
I also re-kindled my love of Eminem, downloaded a few of his tracks, and the Without Me video.
Damn, it's so funny. :)
I'm going to start listening to the new songs shortly, after I've got all the details sorted.
I can't stand mis-named files.
All my files have to be named properly - with all the details entered right.
I can't stand it when band names are spelt in lowercase, and the albums are entered wrongly with wrong dates, and all the rest - so I sort all that out.
(Which will also help organising my iPod, WHEN I GET ONE...)
Oh, and I hate it when people wrongly classify the genre of Rammstein as rock.
THEY'RE NOT ROCK!
They're TANZ-METALL!
Industrial Metal, if you so prefer, but, damnnnnn, they're not rock.
Two songs I've already listened to that I love, are Absolute, by Thousand Foot Krutch - though I can't stand the bit at the beginning where it sounds like a CD jumping...
And Sprite, by Freezepop.
It's so jumpy and happy, and the lyrics make me smile. :)
What makes a melonball bounce?
A melonball bounce?
A melonball bounce?
What makes a melonball bounce?
The ice tart taste of Sprite!
...What IS a melonball bounce?
Is it a cocktail, or?
Ah, Freezepop are weird anyway. :P
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In last week's post, I took a page from Eminem's book…well…no…his notepad, and did some freestyling for you guys. I like writing with no plan, because I think it creates a lot of surprises for the writer. It's always great to surprise the reader in a good book, but it feels almost magical to surprise yourself, and a lot of the best elements for a story are born this way. When rereading your creation, you may even discover a theme that you never originally intended.
I could give you plenty of examples of times this has occurred for me, but I don't want to bore you with the necessary details what would involve, so instead I'll pick a minor but fun example that can be explained pretty easily.
In my first book, a parody of detective stories, I accidentally set up a classic showdown between good and evil. This involves two main characters. The first is a key witness who ends up becoming a main suspect. Through a series of circumstances, this man ends up in a black Banana Republic sweater. Remember that color later on.
The other character is a police officer named Wendell White, nicknamed Bud. If you've ever seen L.A. Confidential, you know that Wendell "Bud" White is also the name of Russell Crowe's character in that film. In an odd twist of fate, My Officer White just happens to look like Russell Crowe, and pretends to be the famous Australian actor to land dates. Ironically, one of his girlfriends loves it when Wendell White, pretending to be Russell Crowe, dresses like an American police officer.
It is as Officer White is saying goodbye to this woman, her mouth wrapped around a nice cool Bud - hehe - that Whitey spots the suspect: a man in black.
And this is where my happy accident occurred. An elaborate chase sequence of Dark Tower proportions occurs between Officer White and The Man in Black. Once I realized I had inadvertently created a White vs. Black scenario, I played into it, and ended up creating one of the most exciting scenes in the book. But of all the things I parody and reference in the novel, that one was not planned. Once I realized it existed, however, I ran with it, I played up the wild West throwback, and I'm really pleased with the results. This may not seem like much to you, but I certainly enjoyed it.
But of course, some things in novels are planned. Some are set up from the very beginning. A secret harbored by the main character of my first book is just such a something. Keep in mind that this was my first attempt at novel writing, so I hadn't mastered the art of good prose yet, but here is an introduction to the main character of Murder, Revenge, Betrayal - a Comedy:
Hairy Alwether had been on the force for seven years. He was seasoned. He was hardened. He was about five foot four and a half inches, one hundred thirty-four and three fourths pounds of pure, unadulterated hard ass, with disproportionately large feet and an impressively tight, hard ass. He also had a heart of gold and a head of sandy blonde hair. His dark blue eyes were handsome, as were the rest of his seasoned, hardened features. He would have been a real lady-killer if he weren’t so damn small. At least, that’s what he always told everyone, before pointing out that he was simply joking, and was, in fact, a good cop who would never kill a lady, unless she wouldn’t sleep with him. Nobody ever laughed at that comment, but he always snickered like he was a third grader making a fart joke.
Hairy’s partner was the type of lady he’d like to kill (not literally, of course. He’s a good cop, remember?). Somere Wynter was sleek, slender, and sumptuous. She was tall, tanned, and tantalizing. She was busty, blonde, and beautiful. These are all adjectives that the not-so-eloquent Hairy used to describe his partner to himself when he was all alone and feeling lonely. He would think about her firm rear end and how it bounced back and forth when she walked. He would think about her plump breasts and how they bounced up and down when she ran. He would think about her piercing blue eyes, lighter and less handsome, but more alluring, than his own, and how he wished they would look him up and down like every man in the precinct did her. He would fantasize about her full lips and thin eyebrows, and about how she must have been the muse for every artist who had ever sculpted a female body of physical perfection. He would think about all of these things when he was all alone and feeling lonely. And then he would remember that he was gay.
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