Intriguing Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes

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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, is arguably one of my favourite authors. He is responsible for what is now the Sherlock Holmes franchise, as well as many other literary works. Throughout his books and his characters, he has written numerous quotes, here are a few I find particularly interesting:

-“There are always some lunatics about. It would be a dull world without them.”-

-“Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself, but talent instantly recognizes genius.”-

-“His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge.”-

-“Any truth is better than indefinite doubt.”-

-“For strange effects and extraordinary combinations we must go to life itself, which is always far more daring than any effort of the imagination.”-

-“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”-

-“It has long been an axiom of mine that the little things are infinitely the most important.”-

An Excerpt From My Life

As any of my frequent readers may know, I don’t post often about the intriguing splendor that is my life. (That sentence was also meant to be spoken with the nth degree of sarcasm).

In the terribly dull real world, my life is quite boring.

SO, for that reason, I’ve made it a point to write about it anytime something noteworthy happens.

Not that the first installment in this random series might be overly exciting, but I thought this excerpt from my life was relatively entertaining.

I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned, but I talk with my hands, a lot……..

Sometimes it’s for emphasis to reinforce my point, particularly when I am really getting into what I am saying, or a story I am telling. Continue reading

My New Year’s Resolutions

It’s that time of year again. The time of the year when people get this idea stuck in there heads, called a New Year’s Resolution. For some reason I could never quite grasp, the trend of declaring self-improvement, somehow makes a killing at the end of a calendar year.

Theoretically, declaring as such could work any day, from my point of view. I must be misunderstanding the meaningful significance of doing so on December 31st.

I guess though, if you are improving yourself, the date isn’t really important. It’s all about the dedication you have towards your goals.

Or that’s what it would be about, but most people never actually complete their resolution.

That is why this year, just for fun, I’ve made a list of achievable resolutions which I am going to work on: Continue reading

Similarities Between The FIFA World Cup and The Hunger Games: Random Observations I

I made an interesting observation yesterday.

The women’s FIFA World Cup is being held next summer in 2015. (It’s also being held in Canada).

As I was discussing this with a friend of mine, we were looking at the pools for the event. There are 24 teams and one potential winner. People all over the world will likely be watching, glued to their televisions.

After I had realised that, my only response was, “wow, this bears a striking resemblance to the Hunger Games.”

Food for thought….. food for thought.

Words That Are Usually Insults But I View As Compliments- with Guest Blogger, D.K. Phoenix

Salutations world, I’ve got an interesting post for today. I’ve recently begun communicating with my friend and long inactive blogger, D.K. Phoenix once more.

After an interesting conversation, we have concluded that both of us seem to be strangely complimented by words that are otherwise construed as insults by most people.

I thought this would make an interesting topic for a post, so enjoy as we both inject our redefinition of the English language into the blog-o-sphere. Continue reading

The Pop-Culture Poem

This is a censored version of one of my spoken word poems, intended for entertainment value only. (Also, completed with stage directions, which are italicized). Lines that are interchangeable are denoted with a *.

See how many references you can pick up.

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Over 9000 words fight to the surface,
One does not simply stew about their nonsensical order,
I don’t always have writer’s block, but when I do, it’s a rather large pain in the posterior.
For some reason, I can’t let it go, no matter how hard I try.
This is very frustrating, and one of two things shall happen,

My annoyance will build until it explodes like Heisenberg’s false methamphetamine on Breaking Bad,
Or it will rain down adorable kittens from the sky in a wondrous burst of inspiration. (It’s raining cats and dogs quite literally).

Likely the former scenario, (because I’m not that lucky)
this dialogue will be exchanged with my friends,

Step to one side of stage with concerned facial expression and reassuring hand gesture.
“Dude eat a snickers.” Continue reading

Winter Is Here

The cold bites,
my fingers hide curled inside my jacket pockets,
my face buried beneath my scarf,
wrapped to shield my visage.

Jacket donned, I walk,
snow silencing my every step,
periodically slipping on the ice.

Between near-face-plants,
and near misses by snowball ambushes,
I am relaxed.

There is nothing quite like the winter,
before it is set upon by,
the return of urbanization.

The heavenly time,
when the snow first falls,
blanketing us all beneath it,
and the world stops for just a little while,
to sink into its ambivalence.

Either basking in its beauty,
or gawking open-mouthed,
attempting to search for,
the snowy pit of despair,
their heart had fallen into,
by the snow shovel.

I am the former group however,
and there is no moment more magical,
than the silence brought upon,
by the first blanket of snow.

Untouched by any hands,
unscathed by dirt and car tires,
un-scorched by the tired curses of angry car owners,
un-extorted by the snowplow industry.

I know eventually, that it will be freezing rain and blizzards,
but I’m shoving it into the back of my mind, because I am going to make this a happy occasion, damn it!
Humming a happy tune, as I walk through the winter wonderland,
children making snow-forts, laughter filling the streets,
empty of cars, because they’re all stuck.

Icicles hang, refracting the light from all around.

Happy songs carry through the streets,
pleasant smiles and reddened cheeks,
greet you with a “good-day!”

I walk past houses,
catching faint glimmers of
the soft light from within.

I walk past canals,
where the ice has been carved
by the skates of carefree people,
gliding, almost flying through on the
December breeze.

All the while, a short ways away,
passionate hockey players smash heads,
but play on, kept warm by the fire in their veins.

Obligatory happy couples eat ice cream on a bench,
yes, ice cream, I live in Canada.

I go home for a quiet night in,
and a nice hot chocolate,
simmering to perfection,
its sweet smell wafting through the air.

A yuletide movie plays in the background,
lovely music unpolluted by anything from Disney.

Let it snow, let it snow,

Yeah, that’s not what you thought I was going to say, was it?

All of this, plus Eddard Stark, serves as a wonderful reminder,
that winter, is here.

Now, time to do that damned driveway….

And Since We Have No Place To Go…..

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Welcome readers, to the end of November, and the beginning of December.

At the turning of the month, I am both sad and happy.

Sad, because I was unable to complete the NaBloPoMo challenge, due to my spectacular internet, being nothing but a pain in the backside for the last couple of weeks. I now have a backlog of content, which I will be posting over the next little while.

Happy, however, for this coming month is one of my favourites of the year. It is the time, when I can finally embrace the spirit of the holidays, and the beautiful threshold of eternity that is the Canadian winter.

To get things kicked off, you might notice that M.C. Scriptor is snowing. This is a very nice and festive aesthetic brought to you by the wonderful people at WordPress. In addition to that however, I am making some changes and additions to the blog, starting with the rather outdated about page, which I have now re-written. ( http://mcscriptor.com/about/ )

There is plenty to come my friends, and I look forward to being around the blog more this month! See you soon! -M.C. Scripturus

Accidental Photo

IMG_2979This was a photo from last month I have just dug up. Interestingly enough, I enjoy this photo, even though I had no intention of taking it at the time.

I was taking some photos, and was walking over to the door, when one of my furry, four-legged friends, decided to dash out from underneath the table, moving right in front of where I was now stepping.

In a very creative attempt to not step on him, I managed to trip and fell over, contorting myself as to not damage the camera.

Mid-fall, I had accidentally taken this photo. On the positive side, the photo is interesting, but I had a few bruises to show for it.