Well, today's my birthday (twenty-one; it sounds very grown up... It's supposed to be the 'becoming an adult' birthday or something. When does one feel like an adult, I wonder?), and so I thought I would commemorate the occasion by adding another post. What have I been up to lately? Well, working at the Comox Medical Clinic, mostly. I get to do eye tests, pregnancy tests, and urine tests, but predominantly I'm responsible for filling rooms with patients. With older patients, these trips can take an enormously long time - it's like a wedding march down the aisle (or perhaps more of a funeral march... hehe). I've also got some shifts working at Panago- a pizza place, for anyone who hasn't been there before. It's quite fun working with the dough (no tossing the dough up in the air, though- I think they had problems with dough getting stuck to the ceiling).
As for writing, I found an interesting site (http://www.filmscriptwriting.com/samplescripts.html), which has posted links to various movie scripts, such as an early version of Pirates of the Caribbean. Script writing- now there's something new, I thought to myself. And so, instead of doing all the sorts of things I should have done (dishes, cleaning, etc.), I started experimenting with different sorts of scenes. It's tremendous fun playing around with dialogue- I've started my own movie script. Of course, I'm not planning on doing anything with it, but I'm learning a heck of a lot from it... and have not been able to stop dissecting the movies I've seen since I've started this project.
But while I've been fiddling around with scripts, I've not forgotten the silly poetry collection. This is my version of Ruth, which I mentioned in my previous post. I'm still not happy with it, but am putting it forward for criticism.
Ruth:
As winter’s icy handgrip breaks,
Springtime comes and love awakes.
From desert plain to rocky bluff,
All sorts of creatures strut their stuff.
Squirrels jump from tree to tree,
While gazelles prance with giddy glee,
Camels kiss, snakes slither,
As the young ones court, all a dither.
Even old folk grab their sticks
And hit the streets in search of chicks.
Sometimes bachelors, on a rare occasion,
(who’ve resisted all previous persuasion)
Unexpectedly give love a try
When the right match catches his or her eye.
Such was the case for Mr. B,
A farmer of good salary.
Even he, a lover belated,
Was soon to become ‘twitterpated’.
One day, while men brought in the barley,
Mr. B zoomed up on his Harley,
He did his rounds, wincing slightly,
“Feet still hurt?” Asked a friend politely.
B’s sandals, blue with pink threads,
Had rubbed and ripped his feet to shreds.
But though B was greatly pained
By blisters and sores, he ne’er complained.
At around three, while inspecting the yields,
B spotted a girl out in the fields.
Toned and tanned with eyes of bright green,
She was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.
“Who’s that?” He asked, in utter awe.
“That’s Naomi’s daughter-in-law.”
Replied the foreman, a trifle glum.
“She’s back?” Asked Mr. B. “How come?”
The foreman sighed, his hands on hips,
“Her husband has cashed in his chips.
Her sons, sick and weakly guys,
Have also met with their demise.
But Ruth, a dear and faithful friend,
Has sworn to stay to the bitter end.”
So, impressed by the girl who slaved away,
B made her work easy so she would stay.
Ruth worked all summer by the plough,
And brought home tons and tons of chow.
Pleased with things, Naomi made a plan.
Said she, “A pretty girl, a wealthy man
– what a match!” Then, lips a-smacking,
That crafty yenta sent Ruth packing.
“Go pay him a night rendez-vous.
To find out if he’ll marry you.”
And so, wearing a light perfume,
Ruth entered Mr. B’s bedroom.
Her heart thumping and skipping a beat,
She lay down quietly at his feet.
Soon, B’s tetchy tootsies twitched
And, thinking that his footsies itched,
Ruth gently rolled the covers back,
Revealing soles both blue and black.
Hours later, at around midnight
The man sat up with a fright.
“Who are you?” Asked Mr. B.
“Your servant Ruth. Will you marry me?”
Said he, “I’m number two in line for you,
But tomorrow I’ll see what I can do.
I’ll go to see my cousin Bill;
If he won’t wed you, I sure will.”
In the morning, ‘round half-past eight,
B met Bill near the city gate.
Bill, sporting a beavertail hat,
Sat down beside B to have a chat.
“Naomi,” B said, “is selling her land.
D’you want it?” “Boy, that’ud be grand!”
Replied Bill, rubbing his bald patch.
“Sadly,” B said, “there’s just one catch.
To gain the land you must unite
With Ruth, the barren Moabite.”
Bill hummed and hawed, then shook his head.
Elated, B said, “I’ll do it instead!”
So the deed was done, and to make it square,
B flung his flip-flop into the air.
They wed the next day, and dined on pheasant,
Then B received his favourite present:
Holey soles, with love from his wife,
And B never got blisters the rest of his life.
So there you have it- rough and messy in places, but the general gist of it is there. The next one is going to be about Jonathan and his armour bearer's excursion into Philistine territory as described in 1 Samuel 14.
