Well, Well, Well

Well, well, well. It's been awhile. I've been on a hiatus of sorts I guess, but now I'm going to post again.

So, what to talk about. This is always kind of a hard process, so i hard the idea to give you my procedure for deciding what the heck to write about. Here's how it all goes down:

1. First thing I do is quickly think of a Plan A for writing that is very bad and a Plan B that worse. This basically serves the purpose of putting me in the mindset, Okay. Plans A and B both failed. Time to think this whole thing over again. That's based on the principal that when creating courses of action, never have a Plan B. Plan B is always second best, while Plan C is the result of fresh thinking. Actually now that I think about this step is pretty worthless.

2. Second is sit there for awhile and just let my thought settle down. I sift through all of the my ideas looking for a good one. This is basically like sticking your hand into a toilet that's been used several times and not flushed and hoping to find a diamond. Surprisingly enough I have found many diamonds in that toilet, if I do say so myself.

3. Third is to start resisting the anti-productivity crusade that my pleasure-seeking brain embarks on. It's kind of like after rummaging around in the toilet for awhile, all you've found of any worth are a few rocks and you want to go outside.

4. If I haven't already, find a diamond in said toilet.

5. And finally, if I haven't found anything, I do a post like this. Most of my posts with lists or descriptions of things that I like were the rocks I mentioned in step 3. Although, I like this idea much better on paper than in my head.

Having said that, I say to you in the immortal words of Adam Savage:

"Don't try this at home."

Omake: Deductions

So I'm currently listening to another episode of my favorite book, HPMoR. The author sometimes has interludes with short parodies of things like the Matrix and Hamlet. I though that might be fun.

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"Your father wanted you to have this."

Ben Kanobi handed the thin silver tube to the boy, the young one.

"Mmm." Luke took the tube, seeming distracted. He absentmindedly pressed the button, and looked only mildly surprised at the solid beam of light emanating from it.

"You said my father was killed by the Dark Lord Vader. Where was he killed?"

"I do not know. Why?"

"Deductions."

Luke turned to Leia.

"Did you ever really know our father?"

"Of course."

"Who was the last person he talked to?"

"Emperor Palpatine. Why?" 

"Deductions."

Luke stared directly at the black mask of the dark one.

"You killed my father."

"I did so much more than that, Luke..."

"What color was his lightsaber?"

"Blue." The shadowed one said instantly.

"As I thought."

"You are foolish. That useless information. Why would you ask it?"

Luke only smiled.

"Deductions, father."