Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Short Story #3: Outed

My brother, Garrett, is extremely good at video games and highly competitive. A deadly combination. I think a lot of his success (in games) comes from his ability plus his willingness to keep trying.

One game that he is truly master of is Guitar Hero and/or Rockband. He and I used to play Guitar Hero 2 all the time. We had one rule: Expert Only! He would play the guitar part while I tried to rock the bass.

I used to think I had some talent and made a small contribution to our cooperative effort, but really my brother carried us through most of the time. One particular song I liked to play had a devastatingly hard guitar part while I coasted through on the bass. My brother would miss more notes then I had to play in the entire song.

My other family members like to play these games too and we'd set up band practice when they came into town. One time, when my sister and her husband were visiting, my brother, rather boastfully, lamented that he would not be around to help us out on Rockband. Not to be outdone by my brother, my brother-in-law suggested a name for our band as we were creating our game characters: We Don't Need Garrett. My mom, sister, and I (the rest of the band) agreed that this was somewhat mean but too funny not to use. We decided to keep the name on the DL so nobody would get offended. We made great progress as a band. My mom, or "Flossie" as she is known as in the Rockband world, was a good sport to play the drums.

Alas, our triumph was short-lived. The next time my brother came over, my dad spilled the proverbial beans and told him the name of our band. My brother was less than thrilled. He found little humor in our musical comedy. No secret is ever safe.

Fortunately, life intervened. With new degrees, new jobs, and new babies, Guitar Hero and Rockband no longer take the center stage at family functions. I'm sure in five to ten years my brother will have gotten over this sufficiently.

Monday, February 25, 2013

Short Story #2: The Wrath of Khan


February 24, 2013

When asked questions or introducing themselves, people usually tell the truth, but they seldom make it exciting. I like getting a reaction from people. Why introduce yourself as “Evany Pace from Salt Lake City,” when you could introduce yourself as “Evany Pace, Air Guitarist Extraordinaire”? Perhaps stemming from a deep-seated fear that I’m boring, I always try to make my conversation interesting. There are two main forms of my reaction getting: embellishing myself or ribbing others.

Embellishing myself is easy. I don’t brag about my self, I just make my life more fun. For instance, in a recent conversation with some guy on an online dating site (it’s come to this) I continued my role of crazy cat lady in training by typing the following.

I’ve often wished, if I weren’t human, that I could be a lazy house cat. Lying on the windowsill all day and probably plotting murder would be grand. And, I could be a huge Internet sensation. But, I’d probably let it all go to my head and end a drunken, friendless wreck in some back alley, living off the glory days of numerous animated gifs. I guess cats have it hard too. The End.

When I start talking with new people about music, and especially about good music, I always bring up that my dream in life is to be Geddy Lee (from the Canadian band Rush), but will probably never accomplish this feat due to that fact that I am not Canadian. Never mind the fact that I am not male nor do I have +10 bass skills, it is solely because I am from the United States. For me, taking the inventive route is always a joy.

In ribbing others, I guess you could call me a wonted tease. However, I only tease people as a sign of deep appreciation and love. Meaning, I only tease my friends. That teacher in Middle School whom everyone hated—never teased her. Although, once she gave my classmate and me the answer key to an assignment instead of a blank form. This should have made us soul sisters for life. Let the teasing commence. In that instance, unfortunately, I think I was too nervous on account of working on this assignment with my big crush. This second form in my reaction getting quiver involves noticing what people really dislike and pestering them about it. I love singing “Emily, my friend!” to one person, and “Younger than springtime are you” to another.

Not everyone may be familiar with that most delightful of songs “Emily.” Let me take you back to High School Seminary (religious instruction for us Mormons). Each year we would study a different book of scripture. The LDS Church put together instructional and inspirational videos (including music) for each book. These videos were shown in seminaries across the country and the music from these videos became immensely popular among the mission-preparing crowd. The Church is all about sharing its resources and made the songs associated with the videos available for instant download. And they were free! The Church is so kind. I snapped these treasures right up. Without a doubt, the Book of Mormon Seminary Video Soundtrack is the best of the lot. I find most of the songs very appealing and deeply spiritual. But they had to throw in that one song. That cheesy song sung by a whiny female. It’s supposed to be a heart-warming warning about staying on the strait and narrow path, but it is just so awful. Who really talks to their friends by saying, “[Insert name here], my friend”? I always skip that song. You can see why it is such a delight to sing it to my friend whose name just happens to be—you guessed it—Emily! She loathes that song with the passion of 10 Roberto Benignis. The only downside is that she now sings it to me. “Evany” works just as well as “Emily.”

My favorite person to get a reaction from is my mom. I love to play tunes for her on my iPod and every once in a while I will throw in something she totally can’t stand. Her least favorite song in the world is “Last Kiss” no matter which version. I find it very convenient that it is one of the only songs I can play on the guitar.

If I tease you or attempt to be witty in front of you, it means I like you and I feel safe in your company. As someone who is rather tight lipped and afraid to open up to people, this is one way (2 forms) that I show the shape of my heart (and apparently my love for The Backstreet Boys).

Evany "Memoir" Pace/Short Story #1


February 23, 2013

My Life! In Print/Electronic Form! What could be more exciting? I have decided, whilst unemployed, to write one short story a day. And, not just any short story, a memoir. It’s only day two and I am already behind, so this introduction to Evany’s Memoir Making Extravaganza will serve as short story number one.

I have a dream of becoming a famous writer—my medium of choice being screenplays. However, I must practice and improve my writing craft if I am serious about winning an Oscar someday. I have had many wonderful and not so wonderful experiences. Plus, with my eclectic take on life, I feel like I can make those experiences sound interesting. I actively avoid people’s picture/video/information logs of recent trips to far off places, so I sympathize with would be readers. You want me to get to the good stuff and get to good stuff quickly. Never fear, I will try to make this as painless as possible. And remember, I am in no way forcing you to read my stories. If I happen to unfriend you on Facebook, it probably was some accidental mistype. My keyboard is getting pretty sticky these days. In order to type the letter “o” I need to press the key very lightly. But, to type “b” I have to press down very hard. Hopefully some of this writing will be monetarily beneficial and I can purchase new fangled technology that will actually allow me to get Internet in my bedroom (I really know it’s all Comcast’s fault).

Please join me on a journey of writing, and writing better. Fair warning: I do enjoy a good exclamation point. I will post all the stories on this here blog. I would love feedback, but I am a “delicate creature of the flowered South,” so please be gentle.

Look, I’m all caught up.

Monday, January 5, 2009

Everyday

This is a super cool video. This person took a picture of himself everyday for 6 years. He made a video of it including some original piano music. I only wish the video quality was better. Thanks Ramsey for introducing me to this.

Swordfish!

This is my favorite clip from the movie "Get Smart". Enjoy it thoroughly.

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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Dance Of The Sugar Plum Fairies

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Monday, August 11, 2008

The American Olympics?

Can I just say how annoyed I am that Bob Costas interviewed President Bush for 5 plus minutes during prime time Olympic coverage Sunday night. I don't want to hear from the president. I want to see athletes performing. Bush is not an athlete competing, a coach, or in charge of the Olympics. Interview the Chinese Leaders why don't you. I couldn't even watch it, I had to switch to channel 7.