Final

1. This semester I wrote a lot of random stuff, from a cat food critic to my experience as a drummer.  My favorite things that I wrote where the random stuff about random animals. The Rico Sanchez Halloween story was probably my favorite one to write, because I wrote it with my friends.  I liked the journal prompts and specifically the Harris Burdick prompt.

2.The character that defined this semester of writing was Rico Sanchez.  So many adventures that I wrote and my friends wrote.  This complicated story arch was the thing that brought inspiration to my writing.  I loved bringing Rico and the gang to life in Ben, Daniel, and I's blogs.

3.  Setting up my blog was a process.  I named it with a pun using the word blog in the place of log in a common phrase.  In the beginning I wrote stuff you would expect from a blog, but a little bit in to first quarter I realized the way you get page views is by writing something strange or out of the ordinary.  So I wrote about a squirrel who went to college on a billiards scholarship.  That was when I hit my stride.  I probably will not write on this blog in my free time, but I will look back on it from time to time for the memories and the laughs.

4.  The cover of my journal has Morgan Freeman, Billy Joel, Charlie Brown, and Kermit the Frog on it so you know the inside will hold greatness.  The same type of writing I had in my blog I had in my journal, weird  and out of the ordinary.  One of my fondest memories of my journal was I killed a hornet while it was crawling through the pages, and it is still there today.  I liked the prompts that had to with fiction, like the dinner party or the fictional bucket list.  I do not think I will continue to write in my journal, but just like my blog I might look back on it from time to time.

5.  A significant post from my Journal was my favorite books and why.  Lord of the Flies:  Symbolism, Mrs. Butchers class, Reminds me of simpler times.  Bible:  For obvious reasons being a christian,  Catcher in the Rye:  Relatable, Reminds me of myself, Growing up is hard, I respect J.D. Salinger.  Gatsby: Reminds me Mrs. BK's class, makes me wish I was rich and could be old money.  Great Divorce:  My favorite C.S. Lewis book, My favorite Christian novel.

6.   This is from the Rico Sanchez Halloween.  "Riding on the back of a giant seagull, Jason flew in to our rescue, and took us away from the troubles of the world.  Like he always does.  Force throwing his lightsaber he executed the kill command, dealing 10 damage directly to Owl Pacino. Death upon impact. Not a tragedy. The light saber returned to Jason’s hand with the blood of many, he killed the entire ship without leaving the seagull. This is why I love him. When the hammer fell, Jason and gang stood resolute. He keeps me safe. . . "

7.The writing I plan to do in the future is probably going to be research, because I have grammar and comp next semester.  After that I will probably have to write a lot of papers in college, but as far as a career I do not think I will  be a writer or anything that has to do with writing.  When I write creatively I get to hang out with my friends and get some laughs out of it.  So when I am writing I basically just get to hang out with friends. 

8. It was a good ride, gang.  Stay Gold, Stay Hungry.

Writing Gift - A Haiku For You

It's snowing right now
Michael Buble is playing
Buble is Christmas

Santa isn't scary
Krampus is very scary
Why ruin Christmas

Hanukkah dreidel
I don't know what Kwanzaa has
Christmas jingle bells

Sleigh Ride is my jam
That song is about a horse
Oh man what a song

Narnia is good
It came out around Christmas
Aslan is my boy

'Tis the season man
Christmas music is so good
Fa la la la la

Revision Post 3

A Fatal Attraction

The Moses Herzog Story

If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me, thought Moses Herzog.  While his name was Moses few people called him that anymore.  Moses Herzog was a hobo, and most people mostly just referred to as Mo or "Herzog the Hog".  His home was a box and he only had one pair of clothes, but you should not feel too bad for old Mo because he was a murderer and a thief.  In truth he was a monster who did what it took to survive.  He was not always this way.  True there was always evil in his heart, but he never acted on it until someone brought it out of him.  Our story, begins before Mo was homeless, and before he was a murderer.  Before the story that follows he went to prison for minor theft and when he got out of prison he went into a life of poverty and continued in his life of crime, but he did not go at it alone.  His accomplice was none other than the infamous giraffe Rico Sanchez.  This is how Mo went from "ok" to bad, and how he changed forever.

                Mo and Rico met during their shared jail time and got acquainted quickly because not only where they cell mates, but Mo loved giraffes, and he loved Rico.  When they both got out they decided to meet up and take the world by the tail and wrestle around with it.  In the beginning, Mo thought of Rico as a friend, maybe even as a brother, but as they got closer his feelings grew more.  Mo started to realize that he did not want to live without Rico, but he knew they could not be together.  No man ever loved a giraffe as much as Mo loved Rico.  Rico and Mo could not be any closer, and while Rico had affection for Mo he was a sociopath so it was only out of self-gain that they stayed together. 

                One night when they were planning to rob a bank Mo got the idea to confess his love to Rico, because he just could not hold it in anymore.  One knows they are in love when they don’t want to dream because their reality is better than their dreams.  So while they were planning the robbery Mo let the cat out of the bag, and it ran around for a bit and Mo and Rico had to chase it down and get it back in its cage.  After that he told Rico his feelings and Rico was mortified, it was one ugly cat.  He told Mo that he was not interested, and had a side bae named Foxy Pachino.  Instead of feeling despair, all Mo felt for Rico was hatred.  When someone rips your heart from it's place in your chest and throws it on the ground only two things can happen; they either go in to a deep state of melancholy, or are filled with a rage that cannot be controlled by any man.  As tears filled his eyes he stormed out and left their hideout.  When he came back for his things Rico was gone along with all of Mo’s possessions.  Something snapped inside of Mo in that moment, something came out of him that only a giraffe like Rico Sanchez could bring out in a man.  Hatred turned to rage, and Mo went searching for the giraffe he once loved.

                He knew he would find him with her.  The one who stole him from him.  As Mo walked up to the door he broke it down and went straight into the bedroom.  He found them there, and caring nothing but a knife Mo killed Foxy, while Rico tried to run away.  In the hustle and bustle of the murder Mo tried to throwing knife that beanbag named Rico, so he threw it and hoped for the best. The knife came down, missing him by inches, and he took off.

Revision Post 2

Been doing pretty alright since 1998

I wish I could be laughing

Hoping I don't waste my life

It's an honor system type thing

I'm Majoring in Religion and Music

No, there laughing next to us

Revision Post

               The food industry is hard game to get into, get out of, and get into.  It is even harder if you are aspiring to be a critic of the industry.  Times have never been harder for a new food critic to make a name for himself, especially if he is a cat.  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I am a cat, and I am a food critic.  My name is Archibald Bigglesworth and this is my story. 

                My family was pretty wealthy because of my dads connection to Dr. Evil, and I had one older sister, and one younger brother.  Now you might be wondering, how did a cat become a food critic?  I'll tell you, it wasn't easy.  It all started when I saw the movie Ratatouille.  It not only inspired me to work in food, but I thought if some stupid rat could do it then I definitely could.  My family was wealthy, my father being the cat of Dr. Evil, and had money to send me to culinary school.  Ever since Chip Nuts got into college, other colleges followed suit mostly for publicity.  Being a cat I was made fun of quite a bit, but it was not a problem because cats are elusive, and have claws.  everyone that made fun of me got what was coming to them.  Time went by and i met the only other animal student in my school.  Her name was Caterina Mittens, and she was also a cat.  We went steady for a while, but eventually she left me for a more successful cat, and I was left with a broken heart.  Those where some dark days for old Archie, but I got through it, and was stronger when I came out of it.  When i graduated I was highest in my class and most of my professors told me I was the best they had ever seen.  After I graduated I tried to start my own restaurant, and it was successful for a while but then the money stopped coming in.  I eventually sold, I tried to get into the critic game.  My strategy, was to be the harshest critic out there, and make all the restaurants earn my good review.  It worked well, even better than I hoped.  Within three years I was the top food critic in all of Europe, and it was great.  Everything changed though, when I decided to critique the infamous Rico Sanchez's restaurant the "Spotted Neck".  That is where I leave you, till next time...

Sincerely,
Archibald Bigglesworth

The Food Critic: Catatouille

                The food industry is hard game to get into, get out of, and get into.  It is even harder if you are aspiring to be a critic of the industry.  Times have never been harder for a new food critic to make a name for himself, especially if he is a cat.  Oh yeah, I forgot to mention I am a cat, and I am a food critic.  My name is Archibald Bigglesworth and this is my story.

                Now you might be wondering, how did a cat become a food critic?  I'll tell you, it wasn't easy.  It all started when I saw the movie Ratatouille.  It not only inspired me to work in food, but I thought if some stupid rat could do it then I definitely could.  My family was wealthy, my father being the cat of Dr. Evil, and had money to send me to culinary school.  Ever since Chip Nuts got into college, other colleges followed suit mostly for publicity.  I was highest in my class and most of my professors told me I was the best they had ever seen.  After I graduated I tried to start my own restaurant, and it was successful for a while but then the money stopped coming in.  I eventually sold, I tried to get into the critic game.  My strategy, was to be the harshest critic out there, and make all the restaurants earn my good review.  It worked well, even better than I hoped.  Within three years I was the top food critic in all of Europe, and it was great.  Everything changed though, when I decided to critique the infamous Rico Sanchez's restaurant the "Spotted Neck".  That is where I leave you, till next time...



Archibald Bigglesworth
 

Photograph Poem

This is Daniel, Ben and I taking a picture for this class

this is a group of friends,

who have known each other since 3rd grade.

Sticking together through the jungle 

that is the public school system.

This is the last time we will all be together for a whole year.

The last time we will be able to hang out with each other 

on a moments notice.

After this year we will all go our separate ways 

but even though we will be far

we will always be close