Update #81 Stupid Saturdays slipping my senses

Okay, okay. I forgot again. Damned Saturdays. Oh, and hello!

This time I actually have a good excuse though, I was celebrating my mom's birthday. Got her a book, which is pretty much the type of present I always fall back on.

It's probably to do with the fact that it's what I always want for myself, so I subconsciously assume that's what other people appreciate as well. Which, well, isn't always exactly true. When it comes to my parents it works perfectly well though, which is nice and convenient.

The other reason, which isn't nearly as good admittedly, was that I found myself stuck reading a fun little book myself called 'The Elements of Eloquence'. It's essentially a list of techniques on how to turn a sentence or a phrase into something fancier and more memorable.

Now I understand exactly in how many ways i messed up by naming the game Trouble iN The aRena. Awesome!

Speaking of the game, I've gotten several scenes written down, so the script is coming along nicely. Still figuring out the details on how to end it, but I have a pretty good idea of where it's going. Essentially, the core concept of the episode in my head is great, now I just have to make an episode that's just as fancy as the one in my brain.

Always the tricky part that, would've been nice to just be able to upload my ideas and have them just appear in the PC. But nooooo, gotta put in time and effort. There are three things I hate in life: time, effort, and not knowing how to end a list of three things.

That, my friend, was an example of a tricolon. Which, as it turns out, actually has nothing to do with a plethora of rectums. Does knowing the name of something that I've consciously been doing before help me in any way? Well, no. But being a bit more conscious 'bout things like alliteration probably brings some benefits.

Still for the life of me can't get the hang of iambic pentameters. I did get my eye opened for how rhythm can make a sentence flow in a pleasant manner. These two lines by Lord Byron just sound way better than they have any right to:

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;

Sort of a galloping rhythm to it. Although this is apparently written in... let me check... anapestic tetrameter? Ugh. Yeah, I don't know if I'll ever get the hang of this stuff. Still, always good to know just how much room there is to improve. That, more than anything, keeps me motivated to keep trying.

That's about all I had to say for today. Oh, and if you want to read the full version of that poem by Lord Byron it's on Wikipedia, (on the right side, you may have to click the show button to see the full version).

Thank you truly for the support, and I hope you take the coming week as an opportunity to teach people about the tricolon.