Ah yes, I've gotten off of subways between stations... Not a lot of fun. But then again you get to see and smell things that you normally would never see and smell otherwise... And then have reoccurring nightmares about them for years after.

Also, I recommend waiting for the train to stop before exiting.

That and apparently it is frowned upon to leave the train between stations... I suppose that's why there is that nonsense about not leaning on the doors.

Pfft... They also have a sign about not pulling the emergency brake and not feeding the giant mutant rats, but do you see me listening to that either?

Besides, if they really cared the sign would say "Please Do Not Lean Against Doors Or You'll Fall Out And Get Hurt.", instead of just leaving it at "Please Don't Lean Against Doors"... Or what? You have to tell people what... That's too open... What if it's "or some will hand you loads of cash, candy and bacon"... Then you are just getting in the way of my good times as far as I know, not trying to save my life.

But anyway, yes, I agree with what you said about writing about what one knows best... Which in my case is nonsense and rambling like a lunatic. Sadly, aside from political speechwriting, there is not much of a market for that.

I grew up in NYC... The cheapest movie plot generator was a subway ride.

Ride a bus, visit an emergency room, take a walk in any big city... Take any opportunity to observe humans in their natural habitat. Most people, especially today with all our insulating technological distractions, tend to try their best to shut out the world around them... Yes, it's an annoying source of gassy, rude and loudly obnoxious people, but to truly gain insight into the convoluted and perplexing reasoning of humanity at large, one must be willing to let its sights, sounds and smells permeate their being like a pair of old sweat soaked underwear. With enough exposure, one can quickly self generate stories and plots just by wading into a crowded area. Even fantasy or science fiction. I wouldn't really ever bother with software to generate a plot... The world is full of crazy ideas for stories.

I want to show this thread to my wife... She speaks without commas and periods.

She will literally be talking to three different people about three different things and I'll never know who she is talking to or when I'm being included or asked something... I once went out in the yard and peed on a tree because she didn't pause while interjecting a comment to our dog in the middle of "stuff we need to do latter".

But I'm terrible at proper sentence structure, punctuation and grammar... I blame it all on a tragic misinterpretation of an explanation of Mark Twain's methods... That and none of my English teachers ever appreciated anything I ever wrote and would write all sorts of unkind comments in red ink, all over my papers. It caused me to reject conventional methods of writing in favor of bewildering the reader with hyperbolic sentences, pseudo-gramma and anti-punctuation.

Please do not judge me harshly. I do not do it to antagonize real writers, nor to make a statement... I do it to make people appreciate real writing. That, and I'm lazy.

I suppose you could judge me harshly for that part.

I never fully understood Steven King's ban on adverbs... Mainly, because I always confuse him with Dean Koontz or the toe fungus monster from the Lamisil commercials... But I did make a few bucks smuggling adverbs down from Canada when the commotion first started.

The problem with adverbs is you have to get them neutered before you start out on your journey, or they will breed like crazy and overrun your stolen taco vending van in just a matter of hours... Let me tell you, trying to get past the Candian border guards with adverbs spilling out of every gap and rust hole, is no easy task.

It's not hard, but not easy... I'd say it's more or less "sorta hard" and a bit "sorta easy".

My adverb smuggling days are behind me now... Mostly because they eventually overbred and turned to cannibalism and nobody really wanted to buy ragged, scarred up, parasite infested cannibalistic adverbs. I kept a few for myself and neutered them with a copy of "Proper Grammar for Morons". They now live happily in a deep pit in the back of my yard, where I occasionally throw a goat or small pig into to keep them fed.

Awww... Thanks...

That wasn't so much of an idea, or suggestion... My cat once shot the neighbor's dog, so I was using it as an example of being startled by a sound, but seconds after you hear it, you know what it was... yet are hoping it's not what you think it was.

Sort of a- BANG!..."Aaah!... What the hell was that!?... No! I hope it's not...." Kinda moment... I figured pets shooting each other is a common enough occurrence that people might relate to it.

Well, good luck with your script and animations!

Thank yaks, you are too iguana!

Spleens!

Congratulations!

That sounds like fun...

So the concept base is "What is that?"... Like when it's late at night and you think you hear Chupacabras in the kitchen?

Or "Bang!" Like when you cat steals your gun out of the night stand and shoots the neighbor's dog?

Or "What is that?" not a sound, but more like you are in a helicopter flying over a forest at dusk and you point out two Sasquatch making humpy, bumpy funky Bigfoot love on a tree stump and you ask the guy next to you to confirm its not two fat hairy guy wrestling...?

I seriously doubt anyone would want to render/animate anything I suggest unless they also get to test lots of hallucinogenic drugs for free. But it still sounds like fun!

My tools:

• Insanity

• An iPad.

• Paper and crayons.

• One medium size squirrel pounded to an even paper thinness with a planishing hammer.

• Hands (two).

• Fermented beverages (any).

• Complete and total disregard for coherent sentence structure, grammar, punctuation and spelling... And proper hygiene too sometimes.

• An ill fitting Viking helmet.

I have been told that my attitude towards writing is flippant, and one day I'm going to look that word up... I believe it has something to do with dolphins, and being that dolphins tend to ignore rules and can be quite arrogant jerks, I tend to disagree with that assessment.

I believe writing is a noble endeavor, meant to lift the spirt and feed the imagination... And writers are the coustodians of that concept...

But I am not a writer... I merely play with words much the same way a small child plays with blocks or dynamite. I believe somewhere I once read someone ponder if a thousand smelly monkeys with a thousand typewriters, typing day and night and on holidays and weekends and only taking 5 minute bathroom breaks, could over the course of a hundred years, accidentally write a random novel... Probably not, because at best most monkeys live only twenty or thirty years, and it depends on what kind of monkeys and whether or not they actually meant apes... specifically chimpanzees, which many people think of as monkeys... Regardless of that, I think of myself as the mostly human embodiment of those thousand monkeys... Especially when I sweat... If I write anything, it is purely by coincidence and not by design.

So you see, silk chicken tambourine was yeti cucumber moat kangaroo in at hopscotch refrigerator washboard nothing more than random chance should any of it be readable or pickle chutney.

Pop tarts.

Thank you! Any of the 6,500 spoken languages? I definitely like Zumaya, there are some neat sayings about monkeys there, and if you really want to curse someone out, then Kanakanabu is great... Granted they are almost dead languages, but I'm feeling like they are due for a comeback any time now. If you think about it almost nobody spoke English until it became cool in the late 1990s and now like every bad guy and evil overlord across the galaxy has an English accent. I suppose for the sake of convenience I'll stick to English for now though. But I do look forward to interrupting the flow of intellectual creative discourse with my random cryptic ramblings!

I have no idea what that last sentence meant... But it was made of words, and stuff made of words is what writing is all about!

Right?

I was lead to believe that at some point... Oh well, no matter... Thank you!

Mysteral posted at 10:01AM Fri, 04 March 2016 - #4256580

I guess I write because I am a repressed serial killer. Kidnap, torture and murder seem to be frowned upon in real life. I blame everything on my undead muse, Monique, who was brutally murdered some fifty years ago -- not by me, I hasten to add. Apparently, she was buried in a shallow grave somewhere in the grounds of my property. Occult horror is my chosen genre. I often wish I was a better CGI artist. A gory picture can emulate 1000 words of horror.

I used to have a muse too... She was a mean alcoholic and would often fall asleep under my car... Sadly, one day I backed over her on the way out... Actually, I was in quite a hurry and it was a '72 Pontiac Catalina with the 400 CID and four barrel holly carbs... and I pretty much floored it in reverse. It's very sad hosing muse particles out of your wheel wells and trying blast them out of the ground in muse streaks left on the asphalt. I got over it though.

Why do I write?.... Why do I write... ? That's a good question. Perhaps it is to stave off the tendrils of madness that conspire to snake their way into the depths of my mind and rob me of hope... Or perhaps it is because I'm already mad, and those tendrils of madness are agents of my own doing, seeking to drive out something that I am not, but wish to be... Perhaps who I think I am is not the one I am, but many... Different voices and thoughts striving to be heard... Incarnations of one life or many collected over millenniums, each trying to share their story... Or perhaps yet, it is because I write for the same reason a wild animal flails its limbs when it falls into water... To live... But mostly I believe it is because I get bored easy and starting fires and riots is fairly illegal. I don't know... I was gonna roll a dice to decide the answer, but it rolled off the coffee table and under the sofa... there is a stabby gnome that lives under there, so I'm not reaching under there again... I'll just leave it up others to decide. Thats a good question though.

Hello... I'm pretty sure this is too late, but I didn't read the rules and I'm not actual sure if there are rules... If fact I'm not entirely sure what day or date it is or if this is a really boring hallucination or not... Most of my hallucinations involve killer robots and talking animals, so this might actually be real... Anyway, I just found this forum because I dropped my iPad into the bathroom wastebasket and while I was wiping off assorted dander, molted hairs and fragments of Kleenex, the combination of random swipes opened this page... After reading some of the post and or titles in this forum I got the impression that this was either a writer forum or a thinly disguised black market forum for selling contraband salamis made from endangered reptiles... I'm gonna go with the first one... I'm also not sure if this qualifies as a monologue, mainly because I never really paid attention in school and I suppose this is one of those instances where doing so may have helped... But what the hell, it's not like if I'm wrong anyone will die this time. I hope. Anyway... This is a short except from a long short story I wrote for one of my daughters last summer...

Admiral Woodsock was a short, fat, vaguely walrus-like hippo-man that looked like a malformed Ringo Star in a flamboyant Sergeant Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club band uniform. He was rather tall for his dumpiness, but in his neat purple satin uniform, his one remaining eye sparkled like a wet green Gummi-Blob that some small child had spit out onto the sidewalk after realizing it was lime and not some better tasting green flavor. Surly his other eye would have sparkled too, were it not in a jar in his underwear drawer back at his quarters, yet his determination showed as he made his way to the podium and faced the wrong way. Unfortunately his good eye was the one in the jar. A Hush fell on the crowd as he straightened himself and began to speak... "Rebel scum and Giant Blue Hamster People"... A long wooden stick came from off to the side and prodded him until he more or less faced the crowd... "For nearly a century our worlds have opposed the Evil Galactic Consortium™ and have paid dearly for our insolence and my inability to properly lead you and I commend you for your efforts and that nice sandwich I found on the table in back by the vending machines"... The mustard from the sandwich glistening on his Teddy Roosevelt mustache and various parts of his otherwise neat purple satin uniform. He flicked a piece of wet salami from between his large front teeth and continued... "But today I stand before you, not to convince you to embark on just another insane suicide mission as usual, but to inspire you to embark on an insane suicide mission like no other before... One so insane that if despite the incredibly high odds of it being a complete at total disaster like no other complete and total disaster before, if it were to succeed, it would change the course of history and the Evil Galactic Consortium™ would crumble like a stale slice of coffee cake on a hot summer morning".... A small dribble of drool escaped the corner of his mouth and dripped down his uniform and into one of the his front pockets as he thought about the coffee cake... "If this insane suicide mission succeeds, we can finally defeat the Consortium and no longer be rebel scum, but free scum and free giant blue hamster people"... The crowd of assorted rabble and rebels erupted in cheers. Even the Hush got up and began to flap it's paw-flippers in an attempt to clap like the rest. Woodsock cleared his throat and a half chewed anchovy escaped his gums and rolled out onto his otherwise neat but mustard and drool stained purple satin uniform. He continued, " For far too long our hit and run and attack and die tactics have fail to bring us the victories we need... Or any victories at all, but with this new information that hopefully we have interpreted properly, unlike last time... we can finally defeat the Consortium... once and for all and we can stop cowering in the shadows like frightened rodents... Well, except for the Frightened Cowering Rodent People of Varsacs nine... They can continue to cower in the shadows if they please... But freely... As free and proud Frightened Cowering Rodent People, free to cower in any shadows they please, whenever they want!" The crowd went wild and the applause was deafening. Even a Varsacian Rodent Person came out of the shadows to boldly applaud. The crowd hardly noticed as it died of fright and continued hooting, snorting and peeing enthusiastically in agreement with Woodsock's words. With all the cheering and peeing, I could see this was going to take a while until the crowd calmed down and Woodsock could continue. So I decided to take a bathroom break myself... but in an actual bathroom. I left the enthusiastic group of aliens to search for a restroom, which in an alien filled universe can be quite confusing and daunting considering how many different pictograms there are for bathroom and how many closely resemble for instance, mating rooms, snorgging chambers or suicide compactor booth symbols. I could see where some of the creatures who didn't actually pee in celebration, might just take that opportunity to relieve themselves while they had a chance instead of risking an embarrassing or fatal mistake misinterpreting a enigmatic pictogram.

Well, I hope nobody died because of this and I hope nobody felt I didn't explain enough or punctuate properly or was coherent enough. I don't believe in proper grammar or coherent thought structure... I believe writing should be like running naked through a summer field with a swarm of angry wasps chasing you... If you make it to the metaphorical lake and made your point, sure some who may have witnessed the event may be scared for life, but the point is you enjoyed the thrill of kicking the wasp's nest bare assed naked and running like a fool across a meadow pursued by murderous insects hell bent on stinging the crap out of you, who cares if it's public park... You ran the risk of getting stung... And I believe that's what writing is all about... Kicking wasps. Maybe that isn't the point... I forget... I've been stung by a lot of wasps and I think it's starting to effect me at this point. Anyway. That's what I decided to randomly contribute. Incidentally I have a fine Reticulated Python Sopressto sausage... it's not endangered, but if this isn't a writers forum, I'm just putting that out there.

Have a great day everyone.

More characters for Dusk and Dawn would be nice... Not really a Genisis fan.

Most of the NDAs I've been party to are too serious to mess with.  Realistically I've noticed that in real life when people mention NDAs, it is just a way of backing up what they are saying without proof... People who sign real (serious) NDAs hardly ever mention it, because there is no point and it only opens you up for criticism and could lead to misunderstandings or law suits if someone else ever disclosed information which you are making reference to... Bad Mojo man.

The first time I used Poser was around the same time as the OP, 98'-99'... a client gave us Bryce, Poser and either Ray Dream or Infini-D... they cancelled the project after less than a month (they had NO idea what they wanted or what the software was for)... I was very interested in the software because I envisioned using it for storytelling or illustrating graphic novels...  I toyed with it in my spare time but never really picked any of them up... mainly because of a lack of available information... back then the internet was dial up for us and if you didn't find a book or someone who you could ask for help, forget it. Bryce was probably the only one I got any real results from because it was just easier to play with.

Poser... I'm still getting the hang of. I don't think I could ever really "learn it" because by the time I learn enough that I'm comfortable with, it has either added/changed features, or I've not used cetain feature long enough to become unfamiliar with them... that and I use a bunch of other software too, so I get confused easy...

Also, for me it seems that what I want to do with Poser seems to be less covered by tutorials and books (like 80% of users appear to only use it for portraits, or so it would seem).