Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 13

 

Runners slice the ice

One other sound: "Skating" by

Vince Guaraldi 3

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 12

Hagrid's silent ghost

Touches down on a present

As live birds frolic

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 11

Pig Pen babysits

A newborn on Christmas Eve:

Surely Brown Christmas

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 10

A Jedi drumbeat
Awakens snoozing Snoopy
Stalking stocking sleeps
 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 9

Falcon's shriek heralds

Spider-Gwen's Christmas playlist

And a crackling fire for friends

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 8

Peppermint Patty

Searching for Chuck on Xmas

Just a moment late

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 7

Kitten with a fish

Taunted by robot with cane

Angry hiss, stop light

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 6

Draco Malfoy taunts: 

"Nothing for you, Charlie Brown!"

Poor Chuck replies, "Rats." 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 5

Skiing past villains

On Hoth for the holidays

Makes snowmen nervous

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 4

See conniving Linus

Subject skateboarding robot

To Christmas pratfall

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 3

Lonely puppy whines

The north winds whistling over

Abandoned party

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 2

Leia savours warmth

A mug of steaming cocoa

As Woodstocks frolic

 

Lego Advent Calendar Haiku 2024 Day 1

Famous beagle's bark
And Spider-Man's web zip call
Harry and boarder to play

This year's Lego Advent Calendar Haiku features guest stars from the world of Charles M. Schulz' Peanuts, thanks to the generosity of my brother Sean! 
 

Acid-Washed Jeans

Sometime between 1991 and 1994, while working as a parts driver for Norwest Automotive, I picked up a used car battery from one of our customers. I didn't think anything of it in the moment; I'd picked up used parts for disposal several times already, and this was just one more instance. 

But a couple of hours later, I noticed that my bluejeans were developing white patches in odd places, starting just below my pelvis. Over the course of the day, those white patches spread and the miscoloured denim thinned, By the time I returned home, my pants had developed huge rends, tears and gaps, disintegrating almost entirely into scraps not long after I removed my shoes. 

I figured that the battery must have cracked and leaked some mildly corrosive form of acid down my pants. Certainly my legs were quite itchy by the end of the day, and they'd taken on a slightly pinkish hue. A thorough scrubbing in the shower relieved those symptoms. 

I had occasion to tell Mom and Sean this story tonight; credit goes to Sean for coming up with the perfect title for this post. 

Mirva Suomi

Here's another frosty Finn, flare gun ready to signal for help. 
 

Gideon Hakala

A Finn in a snowsuit, featuring my first application of Vallejo frost effects. 
 

Bobby with a Bullet

I think this guy was meant to be a British bobby, but they don't carry guns, do they? Maybe just for special occasions. 

 

Professor Price

Hmm. He does look a little bit like Vincent Price. Maybe I should add a moustache. 
 

This One Is Lovely

While driving from Leduc to Edmonton on Saturday night, YouTube music's algorhytim slid "This One" through my speakers. To the best of my memory, never before had I heard "This One," and it captured my heart immediately; since that day I've played it dozens of times. 

There's always something new and beautiful to discover, isn't there? 
 

Bluey Jones

Crusty old coot, but dependable, forthright, and honest. 
 

Villista Bandito

 

User Interface Update

Note for readers: I have updated the "Most Popular," "Book, Film, Television, Food, and Concert Reviews" and "Short Stories" link columns down the side of The Earliad. 

USS Manitoba

This season on Star Trek: Lower Decks, one of the show's recurring characters was transferred from the show's "hero ship," the USS Cerritos, to the USS Manitoba, named for the province of my birth. Naturally I'm tickled, even though we don't actually see the Manitoba on screen, and the series' untimely cancellation after this season means we're unlikely to ever see it. 

Still, Manitoba represent! 

The Good, the Bad, and the Needs Revision

Midway through one of my political science courses at the University of Alberta, my professor pulled me aside for a chat after class. 

"What happened with this essay? You've done very well on your exams, so I know you can do better than this. It reads like a Time magazine article." 

For a second, I was confused. I don't remember exactly what I said, but it was something along the lines of "Isn't that good?" 

"No, no," he said. It's well-written, but it lacks depth. There's no real analysis here, it's just a shallow summary of the subject matter. You need to dive deeper, think harder about the subject matter, do some extra research, develop your own thoughts." 

Those may not be the professor's exact words, but that was their spirit, and they hit me hard--because I knew he was right. Sometimes, when I'm not motivated or invested or I've left an assignment to the last minute, I can get lazy and produce material that doesn't reflect my full potential. It still happens on this very blog! 

A little over a decade later, my friend Bruce (then my supervisor), criticized a story I'd written for our gardening magazine in much the same way, comparing it to a freelance article I'd written about Superman. The words he used were different, but his point was the same--and like my professor, Bruce was right. 

During my time at the University of Alberta and at my corporate writing jobs across the years, I've written plenty of stories and speeches that I'm quite proud of. But there's also a large collection of pieces I know could have been better. 

I feel especially bad to have let my professor and Bruce down, back then, and I'm sure those weren't the only instances when a teacher or colleague or client was disappointed by my work. 

It makes you wonder if writers of, say, Hemingway's caliber have drawers full of old articles and stories that they look upon with a bit of self-loathing. 

On the bright side, it's a real pleasure when you stumble upon a work you've forgotten and think to yourself, "Hey, I wrote this? I did, and wow, it's pretty good." 

When I look back on my career, I hope I can say I wrote more good stories than bad. 

Jezebel Diamond

This Pulp Figure came with a microphone, so I painted the base as though it were a stage floor. White paint is lumpy here, but not as bad as it could have been.