Ben Reeper: Chapter 1
I've finished writing chapter one of the epic Ben Reeper Saga. It will be epic and it will be saga... stic. Ben Reeper is a classical old school space hero. He works as a secret agent for the GalacticUnion. Ben Reeper and his friends are sent to where they are most needed. They're like the A-team if you take away everybody except Mr. T. Hmm... maybe that wasn't the best possible way to describe this story. Let me try that again...
It's an adventure tale in space. It's about self discovery, friendship, love, hate, trust, betrayal and most of all, it's about trying to be as entertaining as possible (notice the "trying") while being about all those things. I hope you read it and I hope you have opinions and I hope you bash-- ehrm.. tell me what you think.
I will hopefully write on this story for quite some time (I have a very long plot figured out and right now I feel all tingly... but that could be the electrodes I have attached to my nipples.)
I have put the Ben Reeper story over
here. On that page, I also explain why I chose deviantart.com for this. I
might move it later on, if the devious one will prove to be too difficult for me handle ;)
Live long and prosper... or as Ben Reeper would say: "Life rocks!"
Edit: I have indeed moved the Ben Reeper story from deviantart.com to blogger.com due to RichText formatting. You can find the story here.
Body part 1: The head
Tonight I came up with this great idea about blogging subjects. I have, now and then, said that I have problems coming up with something to write here, therefore I came up with a kind of blog-series. In it, I will write about one body part per entry. By doing this I hope you will all learn new great things about the wonderful machine that is your body. I shall start with the head.
The head is a hairy piece of equipment (at least in my case, some heads are shaved) and contains lots and lots of useful things. Among other things it takes care of helping you remember your phone number; why you shouldn't dance without clothes, in the street outside your house and who the creepy persons in your livingroom really are. It is also the caretaker of making you confused when your socks smell of cinnamon or when you suddenly realize, the person next to you is actually the your long lost twin.
When you are in jail for dancing naked outside while calling yourself on your mobile, with your family standing by the window, watching in despair, the head helps you figure out what you did wrong i.e. wearing your super-man costume on your friends wedding was a mistake.
Sometimes heads are full of all kinds of things which needs to be let out. One way of doing this is to use an electrical drill, but that will probably hurt (depending on the particular skull in question) and it is quite messy.
Another method is talking about random things with a friend, sometimes that will let the things that don't fit in there get out through your mouth. This is accompanied by having your foot in your mouth. It requires great athletic abilities and good flexibility, which limits the use of this method to a selected few.
The last method I have to offer is to write it all in a blog using a special pseudo-writing technique that I, myself, have no knowledge of -- whatsoever. I have never heard of that method and I would most certainly not, use it. Absolutely not. I do not endorse it in any way! In fact, forget I ever mentioned it.
The head also have a number of useful holes that I couldn't even begin to describe. But I'm sure you have figured out their purposes by now, if not, I will leave that as an exercise for the reader (use your imagination, the possibilities are endless).
I am now thinking that writing about body parts might have been a mistake. Educating the masses should best be left to the experts. Besides, I don't think I can handle the responsibility. But I want you to note that I have added a new link to the Links list on the left... no, the other left. It's a
friend's blog which might be worth looking at, reading, comtemplating, getting angry at and then begin stalking said friend with intent on singing at him. Remember, the more the choirer.
That is all for this night. As soon as I get out of jail I will be singing to you in my cinnamon smelling socks. No, bawling in my smelly super-man socks.
A message from the other side
Here I am, on the other side. It's dark here. And hot. Very hot. And there's a guy with a pitchfork. Or there would be a guy with a pitchfork if I lived on a farm. If I did, I would probably get up in a few hours to milk the pigs and paint the cows.
But this isn't a farm, this is the other side! I am of course not dead and haunting my own blog (creepy AND geeky), I am talking about this new and better year. Last year was good, I give you that, but it's nothing compared to this year. This year still has that new-car smell.
But why is this year so much better? Well, this is the year aliens will visit earth, which means the market for earth souvenirs will bloom (which is good, since then I would finally get rid of all these boxes of nosespray I bought off ebay). A breakthrough in time travel will make it possible to go back in time and tell yourself not to get that haircut and give yourself the winning lotto lines (you get to split the wins with millions of others, yay!). Things will get even crazier when angry llamas strike back at northern France and parts of Denmark. And the best thing: Ben Reeper will finally have his story told.
You're thinking, "Who's Ben Reeper and if there's a story to tell, why haven't I already heard it?" I'll tell you why, because I haven't written it yet! If you have checked the info thingy here on Blogger.com about me (you are always welcome to join my fanclub) it says I'm interested in programming. A few years ago I decided to make a simple 3D-game where you run around and blow stuff up. It proved to be quite a lot more complicated than planned and after over a year of work, I realized I hadn't even gotten halfway through. I needed more people. And being the people person I am, I shelved the project.
The game did have a very basic storyline about a space hero, flying around the void looking for people to help, quite clichéd and perfect for a simple shooting game. The hero's name was Ben Reeper. The funny thing is, even though I haven't touched that project for over a year, the character Ben Reeper has been with me ever since. In retrospect, I think coming up with that character was the most fun I had with that project.
Anyway, since then the story has evolved and has become something I really feel like writing about. This is why this year, with it's new-car smell, I will try my best to give the story the time and energy it deserves. When men are out milking their pigs, I will sit here and write. I'm thinking of putting it up on a blog. I'll announce that here when the first chapter is done.
Now, covering my ass in sheer panic, I will excuse myself in advance. The story will be written in prose, in english. Since english is not my native language I will stand in a corner, screaming for help (silently, so that I don't give away my position) when the grammatical errors come looking for me, armed with pitchforks and torches. Seriously though, I will try my very best to keep it as grammatically correct as I possibly can, and I hope I succeed in that without sacrificing quality or a goat.
That is all for this time. Thank you for reading, I am grateful as always (join my fanclub!). Paint your cows and we'll see each other soon (that line doesn't really work in a blog, does it?).
Ben Reeper is watching...
