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An Exercise in Disappointment – The Damnation Affair

First, I am going to start my saying that while I have several New Year’s Goals, none of them are to improve my Blog Posting Regularity. Perhaps it should be, but it isn’t. Instead I am resolved to rewite second drafts on two different stories; write a short story for competition submission and finish Left 4 Dead 2. Anyway, all that is completely unrelated to my post.

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It was supposed to be so good. It was supposed to be an adventure in the west, a story filled with cowboys, steampunk, and magic.

For some inexplicable reason I was convinced I just needed to read this book. I had to have it! No other story would satisfy this craving. By the end I was desperate.

A book, written by a reasonably popular author should not be that difficult to procure. However the acquisition was a trial in and of itself. The book in question was not to be found in any local book stores. There was no copy held in the library. And my request for the library to order this book went unheeded. Finally, in desperation I broke down and purchased the novel and had it shipped to the nearest book store. For two weeks I waited in anxious anticipation until finally it arrived. Until finally this weekend I could read my book. Until my dreams ended abruptly with ridiculously dumb vampires and a story that didn’t go anywhere.

damnation affairThe Damnation Affair by Lilith Saint Crow is the third book in the same world as the Clare and Bannon Series. The Clare & Bannon Series is set in an alternate Victoria world swirling with magic and mechanisms. An increasingly popular subgenera of steampunk fantasy which I have read of lately. The Clare and Bannon novels have a distinctly Sherlock Holmes vibe and Dr. Watson to them. I liked the first book well enough to read the second in the series. They were fine. A little too much magic – which seemed more than a bit silly. Oh and the mentath’s – the supposed antithesis of magic as these individuals were all about logic – were simply ridiculous. The conclusions a mentath made was based on such little information it was wildly improbable. Ultimately, the mentaths were mental mages instead of traditional magic weilding sorcerers.

But that is a small aside, as the mentaths do not appear in the third book – The Damnation Affair. And the sorcerors magic apparently works different on the new continenet – for ‘reasons’.  This was a cowboy-zombie book taking place in the Wild West of the New World. It could have been good. It should have been brilliant, after all the writing had all the flavour of the times. Flavour is important to the writing a great story. A historical piece is quickly ruined by the use of modern language. If I could point to one good thing about this book, it was the use of a western drawl by the citizens of Damnation. But in the end the language was not enough to save me from an otherwise disappointing story.

desert imageI knew the story had zombies, which are regularly a turn off. However I was willing to overlook this little hiccup for the rest of the world. I craved that New World feel, the rough and tumble of frontier living, the struggle to overcome the land and all the varied obstacles. I was even anticipating a twist on technology, the creative use of mechanicals in a land not constrained by thousands of generations of Society.

What I had was a nod to the walking dead, a town with potential – yet poorly described or explored, a romance between two orphaned characters (and yes, that is sad) and all that topped off with a demon in the hills capable of creating vampires. Really where did the vampires come from? And WHY?

There were so many other things the author could have done. Granted every idea that sprang to mind from her pages was already a well-used cliché, but this was a mess. A rather slow to build mess with threads hanging loose at every turn.  The Chinese were tossed in without regard to purpose. The magic was convoluted. The rage of some characters against the secret order of something was left completely unexplained. The feisty female doesn’t really do anything (a striking injustice to the character). Even the argument that she brings civilization from the East loses weight when one considers that the conflicts she faces just sort of fade into the background like hazy mirages. The battle of the undead lacked the big punch one would expect from the set up. And the Sheriff tosses aside every belief he has ever held for a pair of brown eyes that don’t appear to lose their luster from being buried in the dirt.

What you don’t see is the dozen of streets hidden behind the unprepossessing façade of this ‘main street’.

What you don’t see is the dozen of streets hidden behind the unprepossessing façade of this ‘main street’.

The town which is described as a single street with some half dozen buildings lining the two sides, blossoms suddenly in the second half of the book into a place big enough to house an unwanted portion of the populace in a completely different section. Really, where did these side-streets spring from?

One of the characters introduced as a villain in the first half of the book, is turned into another deputy by the end of the story for one random deed. Incidently, they never explain the shady dealings with that character. Just suddenly we are to accept him as one of the good guys – as much as the men in this town of Danmanation, plagued by the walking dead can be considered good.

I wanted to love this book. I read it with care I rarely afford my novels. I read it is slowly (for me) talking a solid 24 hours to finish. But the vampires were one straw too many and now I am left with two hundred pages of broken dreams and crushed hopes.

I desperately hope this is not foreshadowing of this year’s releases. Please, let the next book I read be better. Please…

New Year’s Resolutions

New Year's Resolutions

It’s a new year and with it comes new expectations and hopes. Having posted the rather lengthy Kinslayer Chronicle, I felt that perhaps it was time for a bit more of my random musings. And what better to fill this blog with than my thoughts on an age old western tradition.

The first thing I was asked by friends after the clock struck twelve on January 1st (once we actually started talking since we’re all approaching that point in life where we don’t see any value in staying up abnormally late anymore) was what I had resolved to do this year. My response was short and rote. I’m upholding my resolution years ago to not make New Year’s resolutions. It’s a cop-out, I know but bear with me as I explain myself.

Talk to most people and they all have similar goals. Fitness and dieting are high amongst them as is the utter devotion to their goals for a good solid two to three weeks. And then, inevitably, the resolutions fall to the wayside. I had my fair share of “get healthy” promises each year. It wasn’t until university that I began to approach health and fitness a bit more seriously. And I didn’t leave it to little early morning resolution either.

I am focused on self-improvement. Perhaps not the most evident quality I exhibit but one that shouldn’t be a surprising confession. I’m an introvert and for years in school kept wanting to be more popular and liked. But worry about making a fool of myself kept me reclusive and withdrawn. It wasn’t until after numerous self-berating sessions in the shower that I realized there was nothing standing in my way than myself. Course, my solution in the wisdom of youth was to stop caring what others thought of myself and though perhaps not the most accurate attitude to correct it did accomplish the goal I set. I joined Drama Club, got more involved in activities and found myself forming more friendships than I have since. My desire to achieve greater self confidence was won and without having to make a routine promise at the flipping of a calendar.

Thus, in university, my decision to get healthy was a similar random decision. I set a time I would go to the gym, I began borrowing weights from friends and I made a conscious decision every week to meet a minimum exercise goal. I wasn’t successful at first. I made many mistakes. I had several injuries. I did things in the most arduous manner possible. But sheer stubborn will saw me through and I formed the habit I wanted. I also weened myself off sugar.

So, accomplishing the goals of a new year’s resolution were done outside of the social convention. There is just something about the ritual itself that I don’t want to tie to my success. There’s almost an expectation that these resolutions are meant to be broken. I saw it all the time in the gym. The first three weeks of the new year were always the worst. There were all these new faces clogging up the machines and forming lines for the weights. And you just knew, as you tried to grow accustomed to these queues, that these people’s time was numbered. I grew almost resentful of the fact that I had to wait on them – these individuals that had no real desire to be there but just came out because of some silly tradition.

Which, of course, was unfair but I was much younger back in those golden years.

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And sometimes these rituals have merit. My first novel was essentially accomplished under the requirements of a new year’s resolution. When I was in Japan, I spent New Years with one of my student’s family. They took me to the nearby shrine to enjoy the festival and encouraged me to purchase a Daruma doll. These little bearded Buddhas are sold without pupils. When you obtain one, you make a wish to accomplish something that year and you draw in one of the eyes. Then you set the little devil on the table so he stares at you unblinking with that one eye. Only once you’ve completed your wish are you able to finish his sight. My wish that year was to write a novel and the guilt that guy instilled kept me motivated on that milestone task.

Course, you’re also suppose to return him to his home shrine and throw him on an enormous pyre at the end of the year but I wasn’t going to fly back to Japan to complete the full exercise. Instead, I keep him on my dresser as a reminder of my success.

So, the long and the short of this is I do make yearly resolutions. This year I’m trying to revamp my schedule in such a way to increase productivity while re-aligning my time to sync up better with friends and family. I have a poor tendency to grow somewhat insular, especially when I’m working, so hopefully this will make me a little less of a troglodyte.

Course, if anyone asks, I’m still holding to my resolution to not make any.

Merry Christmas

On this day, I wish you all a Merry Christmas (or politically correct Happy Holiday!)

To all those involved in celebrating at this time, I hope you are enjoying a day of friends and family. May your time be filled with good food and excellent companionship – in my case beating my brother at his brand new board game, summoner wars. Other highlights of my day included watching Newsroom and finishing my annual gingerbread house.

This year I created a template to resemble my actual house. The idea was to make it look real-ish. The product was not as clean or well exicuted as I had hoped. The gramcrackers do not look like siding and the dried cranberries are shaped more like red stone than brick. Yes, the large block on the right is supposed to be garage door. However, I have photographed it for memory and will enjoy looking at it for the next week or so.

gingerbread houseMerry Christmas everyone!

Nanowrimo Winner

Nanowrimo - National Novel Writing Month

Nanowrimo – National Novel Writing Month

This is a very short post and a late post all of which is being blamed on Nanowrimo. As my brother has mentioned, November is Novel writing month. And, since work was not particularly busy, it was something I participated in. The goal: 50 000 words in only 30 days. Actually, it is far from unacheivable as goals go. However, it is also very time consuming. These past few days have been dedicated to the final push.

Last night, after hours spent chained to my computer I finally reached my goal of 50 000 words. It is exciting to be done, it is relieving to be done and quite frankly I am bragging that I am done – unlike some other people I could name. On the other hand, I would not say that I wrote an actual novel. I certainly wrote all about one place and group of characters. I wrote the required number of words. But for all the other aspects of character development and plot progression I feel I failed. My novel is a terribly written first draft of something that needs to be returned to the darkest corner of the closest for a long period of time. Until someday I can drag it back out, scrap it and start over – perhaps next november.

Now that I am finished, I hope to do some reading, which should provide me with things to write about. In the meantime, for all of those people still rushing to complete their November Novels – you can do it! It is within reach and it is possible. To everyone else, enjoy these last few days of the month.

The Chronicles of Elantra – Series Review

Cover of book one in the series.

Cover of book one in the series.

I have gotten a little behind in my reading of late – an impressive feat as I have been reading continuously as a means of procrastinating other activities. I fear tonight I am not going to reach my word count for the Nanowrimo competition (writing a book in a month). However, I digress. My goal tonight is to comment on a series of books I have been reading: The Chronicles of Elantra by Michelle Sagara.

I am always surprised to find how completely absorbed in a long running series I have become. In fact, I actually own every book to date in the series. With nine books have been written about the adventures of Kaylin Neya in the city of Elantra, this is a feat I think is rather impressive. Though, I suppose if I were to peruse my book shelf, it would bear witness to the fact I have read and own several other series (Harry Potter, Green Rider, and others). In the Chronicles of Elantra, I am have been rereading the entire series – all eight previous stories – before I delve into the newest offering of book nine.

So, what are these books? Well, they tell the story of Kaylin Neya, a private in the Hawks (city police – investigative branch). She has been marked by magic and thus inadvertently finds herself the centre of world defining change. Each book is written as an episode while simultaneously following an overall arc. There is a flavour of a TV series in the way the books are written. Not that each story reads like a TV episode – I have read books like that and they are generally poorly written. Now, Sagara is an author and her stories are well crafted and appropriate to the pages. But there is a lightness, or sense of whimsy, that is more reminiscent of TV than epic high fantasy stories (such as Tolkien).

Cover of book 6 - I just finished reading this one.

Cover of book 6 – I just finished reading this one.

The world of Elantra is definitely fantasy. It is a nice mix of almost modern fantasy and the fantastical world building. What does that mean? Well, the structure and morals of the society feel modern. Despite the lack of gun powder or nanotechnology or even cars the world feels more modern than medieval. Women are not shunted away and protected by men. They are not confined to marriage and childbearing – at least not at the low level of society the stories centre around. While the mode of rapid transportation his horse and carriage, and stew has been noted on several occasions, the method of dress favours the more modern development of pants for all both men and women. The discussion of paperwork and pay sheets also feels considerably more modern. Whether this is the author’s intent, I could not say. There are elements of the medieval and the reader’s perspective is highly skewed by the unusual main character.

As for the fantasy side, the most obvious element that readers will mark is the inclusion of dragons. Dragons are just one of the races present in Elantra. The dragons not only rule the empire, they are capable of breathing fire and appearing human in form. They are also immortal. The other races include: Humans, Aerians (humans with wings and the ability to use them for flight), Tha’alani (mostly human with antennae and telepathy), Leontines (humanoid lions) and Barrani (pseudo-elves as they are perfect in appearance, arrogant in manner and immortal).

Generally I am not a fan of multiple races – they always seem a bit silly in print. However, Sagara pulls this off with ease. Perhaps it has something to do with the number or races present. Or the author’s ability to give each race a clear, well-defined place in the overall society structure. They do appear integrated. All the races all have their own cultural history and thus personalities. But while physical differences are clearly described, I find the cultural differences more interesting.

The Tha’alani are interesting in their nearly hive mind and ability to read the thoughts and emotions of others with their antennae. I found in interesting the way the Tha’alani have a very open culture without secrets that humans hold so close. They appear to be a very peace loving, easy going society. Yet, even these harmless people have teeth and they have a history of familiar violence. It gives them a complexity and richness that makes them seem alive.

Cover of book 7 - the one I will start as soon I finish my writing for the night.

Cover of book 7 – the one I will start as soon I finish my writing for the night.

Each race allows the author to tackle some different societal ideas. The Leontines have multiple wives. Yet, it is the wives that run the home. They have to get along well together if their family structure is going to work. While not much time is spent dwelling on this different relationship design, what is show, is done well.

It is also helpful there is no sense of forbidden love between individuals of different races. I don’t know how this could possibly work anatomically. So, I am grateful that in many ways race is down played. While the Barrani hold contempt for Humans, it is true they turn their noses down on all mortal races. At the same time the dragons are considered their greatest enemy.

Because this is fantasy there is magic present in the world. It is both common and powerful in many ways and sparse and irrelevant in others. I

 

guess what I am trying to say is that the magic is integrated into the world. It doesn’t feel like some glaring addition thrown on last minute just to turn a story into a fantasy tale. Nor does it seem that the magic is present to extract the lead characters from trouble. This might have more to do with magic causing the trouble.

There is a sense of integration of magic into the world. Door wards are common. The use of mirrors as communication devices I am particularly fond. Memory crystals (audio-visual recording devices) are also an interesting addition. There are a few instances of big magic, like exploding doors. But even the bigger magics, the shape of towers are done in such a way to seem reasonable.

Not to suggest there are not flaws with the stories. Rereading all the books at once reminds me of one of the great challenges faced by authors of series. How do you sum up the previous portion of the story without it appearing like an information dump? While Sagara might try to spread out some of the information I generally find the first couple chapters to be less griping as she tries to explain what has come before. Really, this is a waste of time. Either the reader has been following your work since book one or they were dumb for jumping into the middle at book. Don’t bother trying to catch them up. If the reader wants a better idea of what is happening, then it is their responsibility to go back and read from the beginning. Otherwise, you are just padding your book with information I already know.

Still, if it wasn’t already clear. I really like this series. I am eagerly looking forward to what the new book has to offer – as soon as I finish rereading books 7 & 8!

Halloween Reminiscent

I bought this white pumpkin. It smelled like mellon as I was cleaning it out. I saved some seeds to plant in my garden for next year.

I bought this white pumpkin. It smelled like mellon as I was cleaning it out. I saved some seeds to plant in my garden for next year.

It seems that every year I go to hand out candy to the wandering trick-or-treaters I am increasingly disappointed in the lack of costume; creative or otherwise. Now, I suppose I should be a little more forgiving for this past year. It was both rainy and windy for the entire night – though at least it wasn’t freezing cold. But of the 20-30 people that came to the door half of them lacked anything recognizable as a costume. Of the half that did have something on, only a few had really dressed the part. Many wore only a store bought top, a pair of ears or something equally minimal. This year the most memorable costume was the Hersey Candy Kiss – the shiny foil wrap was adorable.

It is difficult for me to gauge whether the change in dressing up practices is a result of my faulty memory, the lack of children coming to the door (really ~30 is normal for our house in the last five years), or a reflection of the very lazy attitudes of young people (now I sound like my mother!).

Certainly when I look back on my childhood of trick-or-treating, I feel there was more effort put into the costumes before we left the house to pound on our neighbour’s doors. Not that effort equals skill. I clearly remember trying to dress as a teddy bear, only the ears were not well done and no one could guess what I was. Of course, by that time I was reaching the cusp of the trick-or-treating age.

Which can be an interesting question: when are you too old to trick-or-treat? Well, I think I was about 12 when I stopped. I certainly look on high school aged people as being on the old side. Even more so when they don’t bother with a costume, just bring out an old pillow case and start roaming for candy. At the very least dress up! Dress up in the most amazing costume you can – and at that age I feel the potential to wear something more complex, more complete is better suited to older individuals than younger ones. Dress up amazingly well and then I don’t have a problem with you begging for candy.

I grew this pumpkin myself. It was the only pumpkin that survived the agressive squirrels and weeds. Maybe next year I will be able to grow two!

I grew this pumpkin myself. It was the only pumpkin that survived the agressive squirrels and weeds. Maybe next year I will be able to grow two!

Though I am still hesitant about the adults – even dressed up. We had one father coming around with two boys holding out a sack for a child still at home. I am kind of torn on this concept. On one hand, it would certainly suck to be the child sick at home and unable to collect a year’s worth of candy in one night. On the other hand, shouldn’t his siblings have to share? After all, neither I nor my brothers ever finished eating our Halloween candy. Certainly not within the first few weeks of November. I would stash mine collection in my room and still have pieces left over a year later.

Does this mean Halloween should be left only for young children? Well, no. Halloween can still be a lot of fun. I still really like carving pumpkins. And this year’s pair of certainly garnered the interest of those visiting our door. I wish I could take credit for the ideas, but both the pumpkin-eating-pumpkin and pumpkin-vomiting-pumpkin I found in magazines. I like decorating for the holiday, though this year I didn’t bother with as many of the nick-nacks I have for putting on display. (As our regular readers know – weddings have been time consuming this past month).

I really love looking at magazines for the latest trends and ideas. In fact I would really like to throw a large party, just so I could plan the theme, decorate accordingly and create a matching menu of food. This is something I love to do – plan! I like the creative side of Halloween.

For me Halloween is more than just an opportunity to collect free candy from other people. I actually prefer the other, home-made treats associated with the event such as popcorn balls, candy apples or toasted pumpkin seeds (which I collect every year from my pumpkin). Well truthfully, I have never made candy apples and I am not certain I have ever eaten – though likely I have just forgotten. But I have made and do like the popcorn balls. Now, I am not advocating for people to hand out home-made treats to trick-or-treaters, because I am not. That is a safety risk I don’t think anyone should take. However, I do like the idea of having a Halloween party – in this case for adults – that would include a variety of delicious offerings.

Gifts! I love my presents.

Gifts! I love my presents.

But as I don’t have any local friends to invite to my Halloween bash I am satisfied with my current tradition. Every year Valve puts out a special set of theme maps for Team Fortress 2 (TF2). There are also Halloween themed hats and costumes for the characters. The style of game play changes and you even get gifts – who does like a present? So between opening the door to poorly dressed trick-or-treaters I am glued to my computer busily capturing points, falling into hell and generally have a great time.

Happy Halloween!

Narcisetto, Adoncino d’Amor

I begin this post with a grand announcement. My wedding obligations have been fulfilled! So expect regular posting (by me at least) to resume appropriately and frequently soon. In fact, November marks the “Write a Novel in a Month because You are Crazy” which means I’m going to be super busy. However, fear not dear site, for this doesn’t mean that I will neglect you further. In fact, I have a prepared story that will seem me gloriously through the writing challenge and probably in the months to come. Which is to say that I wrote a short story which is more like a novella which is going to take a long time to break down and post section by section upon this site.

But since said story also was a gift for one of these weddings, I felt it appropriate to allow the gifted to enjoy it early before I blasted into the public domain that didn’t require an elaborate ceremony and forever bonding themselves to another in order to obtain.

It’s like a pre-purchase with all the uselessness of said practice.

But as my time has mostly been involved with these weddings, it is all I really have to speak of at the moment. Well, that’s not entirely true. Derek has been spending numerous hours enrolling me in a crash course of a competitive card game called Netrunner. Expect something on that soonish. Which will probably be next week. It’s a neat little game but my words for it will certainly be longer than the time I have today to write.

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Yes, I got gifts for being in the wedding party. Yes, they were both pocket watches. Now I get to play favourites… I’ll probably stick with the one that was awarded to me for having an awesome speech.

So, instead, I shall share private information about a ceremony that I really shouldn’t be making public. I suppose I shall change names in order to protect the identities of those involved. Consider everything that follows as a work of fiction and any semblances to people, places and events that transpired purely as coincidence. That’s how you absolve yourself of any legal action right?

The second of the age old tradition rife in patriarchy and out-dated religiosity was… well… more traditional and rife with patriarchy and out-dated religiosity. I will say this about my brother’s wedding – it certainly allowed me to enjoy Jeremy and Heather’s even more. This isn’t to say that my brother’s wedding was bad. It just felt different. I couldn’t shake the feeling of being more an outsider at this event and not just because I wasn’t the best man this time around.

I was still a member of the wedding party but there was a very blatant difference between the two. Jeremy’s wedding party was mostly composed of people that didn’t know each other well. There was Dan, Matt and Sebastian who are all related to Jeremy but Paul and myself helped to make clear that we weren’t a close knit group of age old friends. It forced us to seek commonalities in order to engage each other and with more than one person feeling a little on the outside encouraged all of us to extend a hand to the others. Even the brothers didn’t seem particularly close. I chatted with Paul, Sebastian and Matt and we all got along pretty well. Dan was… well Dan which is about all we could expect.

My brother’s wedding party, however, was the opposite. Here were four guys that have shared interests and history. Their time together was spent discussing the raucous parties they attended or dipping in to the married life that my brother so desperately yearns. To say I had nothing in common with them would be to strike the central cord. Since I was just one person, and the younger brother to boot, I was eminently ignorable. Which they did. My part was to solely stand around for photos. I didn’t share any brief moments with my brother to reassert the bonds of our relationship. I suppose the other issue of our shared history contaminated any sort of jovial interactions. Any young man with an older brother can probably attest that growing up is more on the trial and tribulation spectrum than on the close and endearing side that siblings can share. My brother delighted in tormenting me when he was younger. And those that are tormented aren’t apt to forget.

I would say our current relationship is… not necessarily strained but it isn’t warm either. We recognize each other as kin but we have nothing in common and little desire or motivation to change that.

So there’s that. Then there’s the issue that this wedding had a lot of my family at it. And with my family, the less you see of them the better. When they form up as a group, they’re more like a pack of hyenas than a herd of elephants. Though, actually, elephants might make an excellent comparison as well. My parents are divorced and the relationship between the two sides has been… filled with the standard drama to be expected from family. In their defence, they were on good show. My father was embarrassing but that’s mostly par for the course with him. The rest were cordial and mostly I loathe the questions and interrogations that follow. “When are you going to get a girlfriend… I hear that company X is hiring, why don’t you apply to them?”

Et cetera.

I mostly just ignore it. I won’t lie, spite fuels me and my family is in for a surprise should I make it. For they will inevitably try and pull the “I knew you’d do it all along! Let’s be best friends!” routine.

But the wedding, I felt, mostly lacked personality. Heather and Jeremy’s was infused with their personality from the table centerpieces, music played, vows and what have you. If I had to sum up my brother’s wedding in one word it would be “feathers” and I can tell you, feathers are not the first thing I think of when I imagine my brother. It was all so standard. And boring. My brother seemed bored. The bride seemed at an acceptable level of contentedness. The bridesmaids dresses were atrocious. If you were to watch a standard Hollywood movie that was shoved from the studios in a few months to fill the post Oscar season, this would be the wedding they would show.

However, my brother is married and I know have a sister-in-law. As long as they enjoyed their wedding, that’s all that mattered. And hey, I decided that if somehow I actually beat the odds and do end up getting married I’m going to ask my brother to be in my wedding partly. Mostly so he can know the torture of being the odd man. But hey, at least there is that.

It’s a Nice Day for a White Wedding

I must begin, as is often the case, with an apology dear readers. I know I have made brief mention before about my hectic schedule for the month of October. I’m smack dab in the middle of two weddings, one being a very close friend of mine and the other my brother’s. For those that have been through the ordeal, I’m sure you can understand how much work goes into them even if they aren’t your own.

men and boutonnieres

I grabbed these photos off Google image search, as I’m wont to do. These are not mine and that was not my tux.

Consequently, this post is going to be brief. I’ve just returned from being a best man which was a mixed blessing. On one hand, it was a very unique experience. I have never been someone’s best man and it was a very humbling perspective to have. It also came with a fair degree of anxiety and pressure – albeit some of it was self imposed. Primarily, I had to give the best man speech which, I was informed, is often considered to be the highlight for a wedding. Ok, maybe it’s considered the highlight of the reception.

Either way, it was an expectation that I not only perform but also perform above and beyond the competition. For days I agonized over the content of my speech then fretted about the very delivery of it. Despite what people may think, writing does not give you a natural advantage in the public speaking department. Hell, acting doesn’t help much there either. Unlike the stage, when you’re giving a speech people aren’t expecting you to be presenting a persona. You are yourself, standing in front of a crowd of veritable strangers attempting to delight and entertain with the full knowledge that you’re expected to be a memorable presentation.

As I said, I had some worries.

Course, this wasn’t even covering the other duties. Though most of those were focused around sitting people I didn’t know either on the appropriate side. I liken weddings to battles. You have your two armies opposing each other and it’s vitally important that you get both to the field of battle in proper formation. Thankfully, I wasn’t in charge of navigating the turgid waters of familial relations. Which aunt sits where and beside who would have been far too much for me to handle.

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So please don’t sue me if you own any of these.

And for the rings, that wasn’t particularly onerous. There was a brief moment, after I was forbidden to touch them once they entered my pocket, that I realized they probably didn’t want the rings presented in their boxes. So I quickly fetched them from their containers while the bride walked down the aisle. But everyone was too focused on her to notice that blunder so I felt pretty safe. During the hand-off I didn’t separate them properly but that’s what you get for not having a rehearsal!

Anyway, back to the speech. Aside from an astonishingly terrible Master of Ceremony performance, I felt the speech went well. I was a lot calmer after the father of the bride and mother of the groom presented. I don’t want to say anything terrible, but especially the father’s speech made me a little more comfortable in my own prepared material. He had mentioned to me earlier how he hated speeches and how people ramble on about how they first met the couple and yadda, yadda, yadda. However, as the bride pointed out, it wasn’t his day. It was theirs. And my speech was specifically geared for them.

It was filled with all the personal touch and inside jokes that make me… well, me. And I’m their friend, not friends to their family. So I basically turned to them as I delivered and though they may have been the only ones laughing at least they were enjoying themselves. And that’s all I really hoped for. All I really aimed for, to be honest. And seeing them happy on their special day was all the thanks that I could have asked for.

So yeah, I had been dreading that day but afterwards I felt better. I felt… something akin to happiness. It was a very nice wedding, all things considered. And the couple appeared quite pleased themselves. At the end of the day, that’s all that really matters.

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This also came up in the Google search. Since I love Arrested Development, you get this still.

Now, I promise to have something more substantial and interesting later. I just want to point out that – even though I too am incredibly busy – I still find the time to post for you, dear site. I won’t abandon you or forget. Even if I am a little late…