Author: grasshopper

Sometimes life gets the best of you, and you become busier than a buzzing, bumbling bumble bee! I missed last week’s update. Mr. Burple Berry has all but disappeared. It took a stubborn reporter to track the little alien down. Scroll to the end of this post for details!

Today’s blog is based on a prompt by @journalprompts.
“Four objects that represent you.”

1. Any writing utensil – I think this is the most obvious object. I love to draw, and I’m addicted to writing. When I can’t find a pen or pencil, a crayon will do!
2. Computers – I’ve been spending more time on computers than I should since 1999! They are a huge part of my free time and an endless source of entertainment. You can’t beat an object that allows you to research, to write, to draw, and to play games. 
3. Trees – I love the outdoors. I know this is cliché, but it’s the truth.
4. Books – I can’t keep my nose out of them, and I’ll always be writing them.

It turns out that our favorite alien has gone missing! Don’t miss Wendy Jones’s story. You can catch it every Friday at @BurpleOfZoron on Twitter!

…Rivendell 5!
Ever since I watched The Hobbit, I’ve had a case of LordoftheRingsitis.

Symptoms of LordoftheRingsitis include daydreaming about elves, dwarves, and/or hobbits, bringing up Middle Earth in as many conversations as possible, the constant doodling, drabbling, and babbling of things related to Lord of the Rings, and making LotR themed blog posts.

Causes: reading the books, watching the movies, and/or catching a glimpse of anything involving LotR.

Cure: at this time, there is none. If you contract LordoftheRingsitis, the best way to cope is to get a piece of it out of your system (see below sample).

The Burpleberry Newsstand

I made my own prompt this week…I couldn’t help myself. The weather here is finally showing the warm, comforting signs of Spring. I can finally shed my pants for skirts, walk barefoot in the grass, and hang out in the house without layers and layers of hoodies and blankets. I have a hard time deciding if I like Spring most, or if I like Fall. Both seasons are mild and full of color.

There’s just something fun about the friendly swish of my skirt against my calves as I take a stroll…and I fully admit that I sometimes walk into my backyard and pretend that it’s really Rivendell. There are dozens (if not hundreds) of birds where I live. They are particularly chipper and active in the Spring, which adds to the entire setting.

It sure is a bummer being cooped up indoors during the week, but daydreaming and wandering around doesn’t exactly earn one money (as much as I’d like to find a job doing just that!).  I’m Romanticizing the season, I know! There are stormy days and rainy nights that crop up too…but this is where the Internet comes in, and even through all the slush, it allows us to travel (in a virtual manner) to different worlds.

Don’t be afraid to seize the moment, run around barefoot, and pretend you’re somewhere else. You are never too old to daydream.

The Burpleberry Newsstand

Mr. Burple Berry got mixed up in a pair of high heels. Aside from a bruised ego and a little bump on his head, he is otherwise fine. He wobbled in to dazzle us with next week’s prompt, dream.

Last week’s story:
Shoes

She wobbles downtown, teetering along. “On sale! Only 4 left!” the sign read. A size too small, and an inch too high, the red heels sparkle.

Not even twitter prompts could jar my muse into action today! I think I know the source of my current, listless state of being. There are some nights when my mind doesn’t know when to shut itself off. I’ll lay there for hours while my busy-body brain chatters about anything and everything. When I do fall asleep, I always wake up an hour or two later, and my mind will start jabbering away all over again.

My mind decided that last night would be the optimal time for it to figure out what type of person I’d be in Middle Earth (I had just finished watching The Hobbit, the new one). I guess determining that I’d be part elf was serious business and had to be decided then and there. Rivendell is such a lovely place. So, to sum this craziness up, I’m really tired right now. 

I finished that neon green/black preview sketch I had posted two weeks ago:

The Burpleberry Newsstand

Mr. Burple Berry was kind enough to stop by and drop off next week’s #FictionFriday prompt, shoes.

Last week’s story:
“The contestant smiles at the crowd with a perfect smile.  She grabs the mic for a song. The melody corkscrews into a belch. Last place.”

Happy Easter for those who are celebrating it today!

I found a new twitter account to follow. Its theme? Journal prompts! Today’s blog is based off of a prompt by @journalprompts.

“Your inner child”

I let my inner child out every day. I have a hard time accepting the fact that I’m 32 years old. I certainly don’t feel like I’m in my thirties. I still collect action figures. I follow Grumpy Cat on Twitter, I paint my fingernails purple, and I still dress up—cosplay is the proper term for adults. Heck, I still have all of my football cards that I collected when I was young!

I’ve long asked myself if I should finally get rid of the action figures and costumes and finally step into the proper adult world of careerism, coffee guzzling, and bland pant suits. The fact of the matter is that I’ve got a job, and I do enjoy a good cup of coffee, but those aren’t the sole focus of my life, and I don’t ever want them to be.

Even if I got rid of everything, I’d just end up finding an acceptable grown up replacement like sports action figures, sports attire, and artistic statues. At the end of the day, it all comes down to this: happiness. I like coming home to my haven of action figures. I like sporting purple fingernails. I like showing off my fandoms by wearing Star Trek or Babylon 5 pins.

Let your inner child thrive.
Don’t let responsibilities slide.
Seize the day,
especially when your hair turns grey. 

The Burpleberry Newsstand

Mr. Burple Berry is busy investigating Easter. While he is searching for Easter eggs and munching candy, the newsstand is obligated to post next week’s prompt: music. We hope to see you on Friday, the 5th, for another round of #FictionFriday!
Last week’s story:

“1 + 1 = 2, and 2 x 2 = 4. The more I learn, the more I can do, but only at a certain cost to you. Less is less.”  -Your Calculator.