Me and Tori are working on a new un-named project soon, and bits and pieces will be posted as we write them. Thanks for not reading them, no-one that is out there.

I also am nearly finished my other script, “The Russian Returns”, and I’ll posted it soon. It’s a bit of a real-life scenario concerning Rusky spies during the Cold War. The Allies have caught one of the most notorious subterfugists, and the General of the American Forces wants to have a little chat with him and his team.

Got a new journal / log today. I’m calling it my Rorschach Log, because it looks a bit like his.

Nifty.

Thanks for reading (HA!)

The Mad Russian AKA Impure Iron

Also, listening to HEAVY metal music while writing makes it end up depressing.

Bit of common knowledge for ya for the end of the entry.

heavy, deep sigh

Alright, back to normality here.

HUGE Biology test tomorrow that I’m not ready for. Should be fun. Or at least entertaining.

And fuck my writing. I didn’t want to write it anyway. It’ll be on here before my birthday hopefully.

I GOT A REAL JOB AT PLAYLAND! WHOO! MAYBE I CAN BUY A BETTER COMPUTER SO I CAN THROW THIS CRAPTOP IN THE TRASH!

I wrote a song though. I might post that. Probably. Maybe. I dunno. I kinda want to build something like a chair.

Well, posting again soon. See ya soon.

Z. Berry

I also read a two books on magical incantations and writings. It’s quite a fantastical idea, isn’t it…The ability to control the minds of everyone around you, turn their bodies to frogs then switch their perspectives of reality with each other. Stupid and silly.

But excellent. And ideal.

Then it goes on to talk a bit on turning the power of the magical elements, fire, water, earth, and using them to your supreme advantage. Imagine being able to engulf every person in a 10 meter radius in fire. Horrific. The ability to douse them instantaneously, better. The power to bend the earth around people and suck them into the ground? Quite powerful.

Crazy shit.

But, back to reality…again.

I’m considering going on a bike tour of Vancouver…Of course, the tour being led by myself, with my camera. Simply stops every time I see something I want to photograph. They may all turn out to be shite of the highest caliber, but hey, that’s what photography is.

With my iPod in, too. Fun, fun, fun.

My stupid writing will be on here in two days. Or soon.

Whee.

Impure Iron

My love for the Beatles: Rock Band is rekindled on a weekly basis. Seriously, the ability to play simply the best music and feel somewhat like you’re imitating the guitar movements gives you a sense of BEING AWESOME.

*sigh* Well, back to reality… I don’t understand this whole new age of teenagers. It’s kind of irking me. Why is it that every single one of them only seems to be out there dating for status or fucking…? It just doesn’t make sense. Maybe I was born in the wrong era. I miss the fifties.

Oh. By the way. I like Sex and the City, but fuck, it doesn’t mean that I’m gay. I’ve had enough bullshit about people being unsure. I’M STRAIGHT. PUSSY IS AWESOME.

Sheesh. Didn’t mean to explode. Just kinda…annoying.

And starting today, I’m on a diet. It’s for my health, mostly. And, despite what I said before…I don’t know. I just want to…I dunno, be acceptable in society? Stop the whole self-fat-jokes thing. And maybe even start being someone the girls will be attracted to. Whatever.

And I kiiiiinda wanna get high / drunk in the next week or two. Gotta derail this mother of a thought train.

My writing’ll be on here soon.

Thanks for reading. Peace out.

ImpureIron

Liking the way life is going as such nowadays. Skipping the stupid classes, sitting in the fields playing Scrabble with some cool, yet weird, people.

Got my iPod fixed. Surprised that the people at the Apple Store continue to replace my iPod. Seem to break monthly.

Anywho, work on my stories is going well. The writing is harder than I’d like, but that’s because of my sudden shift to serious descriptive-ness.

Too many video games…

Applied for a job at BestBuy. I really want that job. You walk around and dispense technical information to people. Not a hard job. Funny, too. Sorta interesting getting people to buy things based solely on your advice. I want that job. Lots of things to buy. Sword, Computer, Fencing Mask, Shelves, new DS. Etcetera.

I SWEAR TO GOD, I GOT A SUNBURN FROM SITTING IN A FIELD IN THE MIDDLE OF APRIL. THIS IS QUITE INSANE.

Well, at least this was fun.

Thanks,

ImpureIron

I also decided that I need to write more, and I need to write on a schedule. I have my book, Deep Down, finished, but I do not want to publish it out of fear of ridicule. (insert awkward unhappy face here.)

So, after very little thought, I’ve decided to write mini-series about each member of the group and post them here for (no-one) you to read.

I’ll post little heads-ups before each one, and I’ll post deadlines for the next after each one is posted.

My first piece will be about the paladin, Dorson, and the deadline for that one is April 30th.

I’ll think each one up as I go along, so don’t hesitate to comment, all of you (no-one) out there.

Cheers,

ImpureIron

RUN FASTER

Dungeon Delving – A story of Dungeons and Dragons

The above link is my newest script that I’ll be making into a film in the coming weeks.

Called Dungeon Delving, as the link implies.

It’s the story of 6 teenagers that are trying to find a point in this camaraderie we all call life – One is dumb as a box of rocks, one a bisexual, one an emo, two are dating, and one with no family.

Working on the second part as we speak. Hopefully the first part doesn’t disarm everyone considering the seriousness I’m trying to get across.

Peace out,

Zach B.

The days in Mexico are hot and heavy, man...

I’ve been searching for awhile for a brand new blog site to use.  Glad I found this one. Nice layout and personalization. Happy about it.

Anyway. I’m just going to post my journals, writing things, scripts, possible drawings (If I ever draw something I’m proud of) and other knicks and knacks here.

Also, you’re probably wondering about the Impure Iron thing. That’s just it. Whenever they’re smelting iron, there’s bound to be impurities. Differences. Flaws. Screw ups. Etcetera, etcetera. I think that all things that are flawed are just what we need now. Because the best things in life are slightly askew.

Yeah, that was kinda crappy poetic language, whatever. I don’t mind being a kook.

And I’ll be signing off as someone else each time, so it seems like I have several contributors.

Thanks for your time,

ImpureIron