Making Myself Giggle

Sometimes it's fun to go through old writing that you've forgotten about. It's even useful, in that if you read stuff from a long time ago, you can feel cool since you're a much better writer now. Every now and then, though, you find something that's really silly. Is it vain to laugh at your own jokes?

My friend and I created this detective character on my sixteenth birthday, and since then, we've made about six mini movies with this character. I've always been interested in taking our little detective silliness and making a legitimate story out of it. As a writing method, I got this green notebook and made it the detective's journal. I've only written maybe two entires in the thing. A few days ago, I was reading through it, and I couldn't stop giggling. I emailed it to my friend as a sort of pick-me-up. If you're having a bad day and need a little something dorky to lighten it, I hope this'll be the something. Possibly you'll just think I'm crazy or that it's stupid, but I'm sharing it with you anyway. :)

So, here are the first three entries. I hope you enjoy!


Transcript from the Detective's First Video Log

Welcome, I am the Detective. My name shall not be disclosed at this time. 

I've been working in this profession for longer than I care remember. Longer than you would think, I assume. I've found most people take the combination of my age and career choice to mean I'm just a delusional child. Honestly, they think I'm a child. Silly adults.

It's not the happiest of jobs, dealing with death - usually . . . everyday. And the crying psychos are never . . . nice. 

So, here I am. I just solved the Laurence Fisher case - the man killed by his uncle - twice removed - for his baseball. It's strange the things people will do for . . . things.

Now, finally, I'm hoping to get some time off. I've got me, I've got my cigar and I've got my beer-water bottle. What more do I need?

I am the Detective. I will find the answer. Because I always do.


First Entry

This book is stupid. I like Bob better. What do I need a journal for when I've got a cameraman? I guess Bob only stops by once a week unless there's a case. And Ally is . . . *insert crazy scribbling* (that's an inexplicable noise that only makes sense when it's - you know, a noise). See, this book is stupid.

BUT I'M SO BORED!!!!!!

Ally's in Indonesia. My nose itches. The guy next door keeps making car screeching noises. It's very sunny outside.

See, this book is dumb. What exactly do I use it for?

Uh oh. I hear crying noises coming closer in the hallway. I think a case is coming for me. *insert crazy scribbling*


Second Entry

A case is afoot! I don't actually know what that means, but Ally says it a lot when we have cases. About feet. This one's not about feet. Never mind.

Crazy-crying-person's sibling is dead and I get to find the killer. Quite tragic and exciting. Bob shall be here soon to make record of the case. Because that's important.

Now I'm wondering why I started writing this entry in the first place.