It's that time of year again.

Where I remember I have a blog and decide to write in it C:

Ahaha.

But really. It's nearly November, which means NaNoWriMo! Guess what I've tried to do nearly every year since I discovered it, and fail to do? That's right. Actually finish the challenge.

This year I am actually going to try very hard to do it. Even if it means I write a bunch of incoherent babble for a month.

This years plot focuses on the life (and wacky hijinks/adventures) of Lem, a rather discontent superhero and his plucky sidekick Charles. Except not.
You'll see. I'll post excerpts when I find bits that I've liked.

Bugger off now C:
xx

I DO Believe in Pheasants, I do I do!

Right, so I was playing with this new addon for Firefox called “Stumble Upon” that takes you to random webpages that it ‘thinks’ you might like; it gets this information from a list of catagories, and you pick the ones that interest you.

I StumbledUpon this blog post.

The 100 Greatest Science Fiction or Fantasy Novels of All Time.

From the start I think “Well, this looks like it might be interesting.”

I read through the first few books suggested, thinking I might pick them up at the library if I remember to see what they’re like.

Then I get to book suggestion number 91.

Roald Dahl’s “Danny, champion of the world.”

Of course, this being the top 100 fantasy and sci-fi books of all time, I am instantly curious. Danny isn’t fantasy as far as I remember. In fact, it’s pretty realistic, for a story about a boy capturing pheasants. Of course, I havn’t read the book myself, I’ve only seen the musical adaption. So I think “Perhaps I’ve missed something? Maybe there was more in the book than they went into in the musical.”

I read the small blurb about how and why Danny is number 91.

“To me pheasants were creatures of the farthest imagination. Danny is the deepest and darkest about having a father and what the meaning of having a father should be. I also find Danny, the Champion of the World incredibly frightening in its discussion of total vulnerability and fear of death and absolution.”

Oh, of cou- wait what?

“To me pheasants were creatures of the farthest imagination.”

Now I know people interpret things differently, but surely that is a bit more out of the box than the average person?

Sure, there are some people out there that has never seen a pheasant, heard of a pheasant or even thought about a pheasant; but to just assume they’re imaginary? Despite the obvious not-fantasy-at-all way Danny is written?

I really couldn’t get it into my head that someone could class Danny as fantasy/sci-fi and get away with it. I scrolled down to the comments section…

And found someone commenting on the fact he’d included Watership Down in this list despite it’s not-exactly fantasy/sci-fi nature. (I scrolled up to find it in the list, it’s number 80) I do agree with them there, it’s not sci-fi, but I think it could be classed as fantasy. I’m not going into that here though, I’ve not read the book so I can’t exactly comment on it.

But there was nothing commenting on the fact that Danny is not fantasy. Not one person thought “hang on, that’s not quite right.” And said something about it.

Now I could either assume these people didn’t really care and had more things on their hands than being annoyed by some dude on the internet thinking some book that isn’t fantasy is a fantasy book; or they thought it was fantasy too.

The second assumption makes me sad, and gives me the urge to educate people with the fact the pheasants are real damnnit!

Poor pheasants, don’t let the man get you down.

[Original image yoinked from http://www.english-country-garden.com/ ]

Anyway! That's enough from me, bugger off now will you? :)

Tonks x

How do you get a motorbike in a lift?

A question I was asked earlier today.
How do you fit a motorcycle in a lift?

I suppose it depends on quite a few variables; size of the lift, size of the bike and so on.

Here is a diagram showing the simplest method of fitting a 'Bike in a lift using the theory that: the bike (B) is smaller than the volume (V) of the lift (L) so: B = >LV.

(Click for larger image)

If you had any problems fitting a motorcycle in a lift, and this diagram helped you; I suppose you're welcome.

Now bugger off will you :)
Tonks x

Happy Face

I am getting a new iMac. Even better than MacDuff! He'll be going to a good home, my great Aunts; she's getting to be well techy for an "old" person.

I'm very happy.

Oh yeah. I'm also not very good at spelling. sorry.

Right I'll off. Need to think of a name for the new pooter.

Bugger off will you :)

Tonks x

I am a Teriible Lier.

So I lied. You can yell. I’m not going to apologise
There’s no excuse really. I just didn’t feel like writing proper articles or anything. I’m lazy : )

So here’s what I’m going to talk about today;
All the stuff I want to do right now but am probably not going to get around to doing.
I think lots of people feel like that, like there’s so much stuff they want to do but just don’t get round to doing it.
I have a webcomic slash graphic novel I’m planning, but I’m not giving myself a deadline. You see, the moment I have a deadline; I just can’t do it anymore. No matter how much I want too. It won’t be good enough, or I just can’t think of how to do it. It’s just one of those strange things.
I’m jotting down a few ideas for a romance novel I have bubbling in my head, but will probably never actually write.
I have file after file of story ideas and things that I want to do.

ANYHOWS.

Got a couple of "new" pictures to show off. Might upload them the devART but prolly won’t bother.

Lookit:Quite old actually. Done in SAI last year.Done during New Year's "party".

Bugger off now, 'kay?

Tonks x

Greetings from the Fat Bottomed Girl

Alright, I have my first proper article drafted and started on, so in the mean time let me introduce myself.
Of course most of you reading this (as I am giving this link out to most of my friends and family) will already know who I am, but for the benefit of those who don't, my name is Robynne Wolfe. More commonly called Tonks, or "Oi child", a nickname taken either from the story I once bludgeoned a man to death with a Tonka truck or, the more likely version, simply because my middle name happens to be the first name of my favourite book character, Nymphadora Tonks.
It can be assumed from the name of this blog, that I am in fact of the female variety, and seem to be the owner of a rather fat bum. Of course, said bum would argue that it is not fat, it is plump. A word used to describe those of a large nature, but not of such a large nature that they are indeed classed as fat. I, however, would rather be a fat bottomed girl than a plump bottomed girl as, as the song goes, fat bottomed girls make the rocking world go 'round.
While the elder of us giggle about the amusing classic rock reference, allow me to continue. I am a seventeen year old living in one of the most well known east-end seaside towns, which seems to be full of pigeons, McDonald's and people who don't live here. I'm one of few older teenagers in the area to be Home Educated, that I know of. There could be hundreds of us out there, hiding in cupboards or under blankets. I help out at a HE club, where I spend four hours being chased around a hall by a herd of small children. It's great fun.
Anyway, enough about me. I've got some stuff to do, so I'll be off for now. I'll post again tomorrow, probably quite late, so until then;

Bugger off will you? :)
Tonks x