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So after posting on thursday I remembered how much I enjoyed posting in this, even if no one else reads it. In fact, it's almost better that way- I'd rather have no readers than mass multitudes pressuring me. However, a few dedicated followers would be absolutely lovely- there's a continuum in place, just like in chemical bonding. Except, you know, the numbers are more like 0 > ~5 > ~100. Not 0.5 and 1.7, though those are also nice numbers.
I think I write in paragraphs that are too large; from now on, I'll start doing text breaks more often, try to make it easier to read. I don't know why big paragraphs are harder to read- do you think the block of text is intimidating? But if it's something you want to read (and no one would force you to read this) shouldn't high volume= excellence?
A very potter musical is possibly the best HP fandom experience you can have. Really, if you haven't seen it you should watch it. Scroll down a bit to find the youtube link. I warn you, it is 2 1/2 hours long. But again, if it's something you love then that should just be a positive thing.
I wonder why the three suggested tags blogspot keeps pushing at me are scooters, vacation, and fall. I think I'll write a story about that, maybe post it later for your pleasure. Or I might just post it here, because I adore longer entries and this is still fairly dwarfish.
That will be a challenge to write though- no one goes for "fall vacation". Winter, sure. Spring even. Summer- no doubt. Fall is the only season people don't go on holiday for. And scooters? Maybe... ooh, I have an idea now. Enjoy:
Mordecai was a typical youth in the summer before grade 6- average grades, average size, average family. He was actual abnormal in his lack of uniqueness. And much like any other boy of his age, he was a fan of skateboards, bicycles, scooters, and any other man-powered vehicles.
So maybe he's not the most average boy ever: very few ten year olds still go on bike rides. Sadly, video games and a sped-up puberty mean that bicycles are hardly high on the typical adolescent. For the sake of the story, let's say this takes place in the 1970s. Groovy baby.
On his scooter, on his way to the disco (see that? that's some good setting right there), Mordecai was having as much fun as any young boy could on a flimsy metal-and-plastic contraption. Unfortunately, this being the 1970s there weren't quite as many safety regulations in place. notably, the legal requirement of helmets was unheard of. Mordecai would regret this after he was struck by a car.
Before you worry, he didn't die. He was admitted to hospital, and he did survive, though with a few injuries: like, you know, a shattered spine. He would never walk or ride his bicycle again. (I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike...)
However, there was one bright side to the story: this having taken place in August, Mordecai missed the first few weeks of school. By that point, the pain had grown far less and he had become used to his new wheelchair bound life. And like any boy, he was overjoyed at the thought of missing school.
Always one to find the silver lining, Mordecai enjoyed his vacation that fall- even if his damned scooter was to blame.
*edit*: Miraculously, Mordecai was actually able to walk again! Due to rapid advances in non-embryonic stem cell research, his spinal cord was successfully recreated and surgically applied. He now spends his time playing soccer and climbing trees.
Take that blogspot. Now leave my damned tag bar alone.
