Saturday, September 29, 2007

A Jaunty Stroll Down Memory Lane

So, essentially I have been taking a jaunty stroll down memory lane with the inimitable companionship of youthful enthusiasm. I've come to two significant conclusions about myself. One, I will never, ever, escape writing. Whilst hopping about in the old documents on this computer I fond what is, quite possibly, the oldest Rebekah Ruth piece on record: Space Man Spiffy. At the time, I didn't realize it, but it was probably innocent and unrealized plagiarism of Calvin and Hobbes. Space man Spiff, Space man Spiffy. Regardless, my story was unique, in that I created worlds and creatures and ... words. Essentially, the story is the exceptionally condensed chronicle of Space Man Spiffy (Spiffy Spifner to you) and his boyhood chum, Levooso. Who had purple hair and purple eyes. They both hate earth, because they both came from rotten families, and so they build a spaceship, with the help of their Rain forest chum Mr. Kano Die Van, and set off to save the universe. On the way, they battle strange monsters(a water monster named Dr. Octoslime) and meet boyhood enemies (namely, Big Billy Bob, Small Samson Tom, and Great Griffen Grill). In the end, it's a great big feel-good theme as Levooso's tragic and untimely death results in Spiffy going and finding himself a lady, who he then takes to their lovely home in space.

I also adapted this into a play. I was going to stage it with my friends from third grade at my birthday party, but, sadly, my dream never came true. Damn you, short third-grade attention span, damn you!

Additionally, I had this whole other world centered around the evil Dr. Hysenstein and his obligatory sidekick Midgen. He turned evil at the ripe age of seven because his parents had created all sorts of gender confusion in his youth by naming him Suzy.

Basically, I started this little expedition into my literary past to find a 64-page poem/story/novella thing that I wrote in seventh grade. It was about a girl and her best friend, who, in the end, commits suicide. Basically, her story is just about how much her life sucks (alcoholic dad, whorish sister, mentally unstable best friend/love interest) and the subsequent misery that comes as her sister becomes pregnant and her best friend continues ogling some other girl. In the end, as stated above, her best friend decides that his life is miserable and takes a gun to his head the same night her sister gives birth. I was very, very proud of it at the time. And now I just wish I could find it again...



19 comments:

Connor said...

Um, what does "Space Man Spiffy" have to do with Calvin and Hobbes?

And that last story sounds endlessly cheerful.

Rebekah Ruth said...

There was a persona that Calvin adopted that was called Spaceman Spiff.

Space man SPIFF, Space man SPIFFY. The only difference is a "y."

Additionally, yeah, totally.

Orion said...

Firstly:
Calvin and Hobbes is awesome! ^_^
Secondly:
Wow, you are forever a better writer than I *bows*...I JUST NEED SOME DAMN INSPIRATION
...
Sorry ^_^,

Rebekah Ruth said...
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Rebekah Ruth said...

Well, thank you. I seriously doubt that the complement you offer is true, but okay. I'll take it.

Additionally, there are a million sites out there that offer advice and inspiration. I'll go find some.

Connor said...

Well, I got the whole "the only difference is a 'y'" thing...I just had no idea who Spaceman Spiff was either.

Connor said...

Oh, and I do believe you meant "compliment" in your last post. xD!

Rebekah Ruth said...

RARGH. Put the Spelling demon back in its hovel.

Connor said...

xD Well, sah-ry...I happen to like the Spelling Demon. We play checkers every other Saturday.

Rebekah Ruth said...

Well I play poker with demons that guard the portal to the underworld ever Wednesday.

Connor said...

I wouldn't recommend it. I've heard they cheat frequently. Good way to lose your money.

Rebekah Ruth said...

Oh, no. They're reformed demons. They bring cookies.

It is actually true what they say about the dark side.

Connor said...

Oh, really? Well. I take it back. What kind of cookies are they?

Rebekah Ruth said...

It varies with the weeks, but typically Oatmeal Scotchies

Connor said...

Blech. I hate oatmeal. Good thing I don't play poker with them, then.

Wait...who eats oatmeal cookies while playing poker?!

Rebekah Ruth said...

We do.

DUH.

Connor said...

xD Point taken.

Rebekah Ruth said...

Ahahahahaha

I've put that in my story.

Connor said...

What, the poker, the oatmeal, or both?