Chuck Lorre Crush

As an avid television viewer, I must confess I am quite a fan of the Chuck Lorre notes that end each episode. In fact, I am such a fan that I will indeed rewind my DVR as many times as necessary to read those delightfully witty life commentaries, epiphanies, and general malarky. I find his intellectual-yet-no-crap look at things makes me life at the exaggeration and still leave me thinking. I aspire to one day write a note as incredibly witty as him.
That is all. *drops microphone, logs off blog, and continues posting rather amateurish on-line literature tomorrow*

P.S. 
I apologize for my lack of posting to all those who do read my blogs. Which according to my viewing chart is nobody. However, just in case there is a fan out there who cares. Hello. Thank you for sticking with me. You're a great fan! #Respect 

POETRY COLLECTION: Grey

They drew me in with their hypnotizing spell.
Like a temperamental sea woes the shore.

His eyes.

They wear my defenses to mere dust.
Like river rocks washed by a beating stream.

His eyes.

They whisper a thousand hopes and fears.
Like an entrancing thunderstorm amid the blue.

His eyes.

They embrace me with quiet tenderness.
Like a soft breeze beneath grey skies.

His eyes.

They are entirely unforgettable.
Like him.

His eyes.

Nell McKinnon
June. 16. 2015.

POETRY COLLECTION: Yet

How can I miss the voice I've never heard?

Or crave the touch I've never felt?

I know you.

And yet, you're my mystery.

How is it your laugh echoes through these halls,

And your smile is a haunting lack of light?

You see, I've known you.

But, may I ask your name?

Sometimes I close my eyes, and your arms enfold me.

They are a comfort, these fiery embraces of strength.

But I don't know you.

I wouldn't recognize your eyes.

How is it I've searched your eyes endlessly,

All I ever wanted, and yet I couldn't tell you their color?

You are a stranger to me.

But I'm not sure I know anyone better.

Nell McKinnon

May. 2015.

POETRY COLLECTION: Poison Cure

You were to me,
     my poison cure.
Because, in the end,
     you were an antidote
     worth dying for.

Nell McKinnon
Feb. 11. 2015.

Poetry Hour In The Library

So I am a writer. This is a fact I am sure most of you dear readers have deduced. How good I am is another matter entirely so let us not discuss it. ;)

I have been writing poetry since I was about 12 years old, and have been posting some of my newer poems on Instagram. (Which if you aren't following me, please do. @simplynellmckinnon.) And I realized today that I really should post some of those poems here. So in light of this delayed revelation, I am about to post a few of the poems.

Thanks for reading!
Any feedback to help me grow as a weaver of words would be much appreciated!
Nell McKinnon

North & South - Well, to be fair, I should title this post: Me Fangirling Over Richard Armitage

One of Elizabeth Gaskell's exquisite novels, North & South, was turned into a BBC miniseries in 2004. I have seen it a few times over the years, yet my mother seemed to have forgotten or slept through her one and only viewing of this outstanding drama. So, as any good daughter would, I begged and pleaded and bartered until she finally agreed to watch it with me so that she could truly treasure and cherish this remarkable viewing experience.

As you can imagine, if you have seen North & South - Which on a side note: if you haven't seen it, please do so. Now. Immediately. Seriously, go. Get your snacks, take your pody break, and prepare yourself for the brooding wonder that is Richard Armitage. Enjoy the show! - But I digress; as I was saying, my Mother was in for an amazing adventure in the world of feelings. As we watched our way through the ups and downs of the story, (spoilers!) she did what most of us women do when put face to face with such a brooding and honorable man, she fell in love with John Thornton. Now, I, of course, as her very-single daughter, fell with much more severity all over again. I have been a fan for a long time, and was ever so pleased to hold my fangirl head high knowing I had done my duty and brought into the fold, a new fan. 

Now, as for the secondary title: How dreamy is Richard Armitage?

Sir Guy of Gisborne

My first sighting of this handsome man was as Guy of Gisborne in BBC's Robin Hood. (Which on another side note, was a good series. However, it shall would take far too long to discuss each season and its unique issues. Another day, another post.) he was intensely more broody as Gisborne, if you can fathom such a thing, and played the role impeccably.

Then my next sighting was in MI5 (or Spooks) another BBC series, though this time a then modern-day spy drama. I never really watched this show so I am unsure of his character, however my Mother, who was an ardent fan of the show, assures me that his acting was superb.

Heinz Kruger

After that, I made do with the small part in Captain America: The First Avenger, which as a huge MARVEL fan I had to love it. And I will be 100% honest with you. While googling these pictures, I was reminded that Chris Evans and Richard Armitage fought. Yeah... I know violence isn't attractive, but hey! What's a girl gonna do when two gorgeous men start throwing punches?

Princie Prince McBrody Pants

Then all us fangirls were in for a delightful surprise when Mr. Armitage chose to grow the epicest beard-to-beat-all-beards, drop a few feet in height, and become the favored son of Thrain son of Thror, Thorin Oakenshield. Whom me and my sister affectionately refer to as, Princie Prince McBroody Pants. Seriously though, the Brood is strong with this one.

Harry Kennedy

And of course, I was also reminded during my google search that he was a character on the most outrageously inappropriate British comedy, The Vicar of Dibley. And though I have yet to seen his character on the show, I am sure it is as adorable wonderful as all the photos I saw online.... I am beginning to realize that this entire post makes me seem very stalker-ish. Very, stalker-ish. Promise I'm not.
Sigh... Fangirls have it rough people. Fangirls have it rough. 

In summary: My Mom loves North & South. 

Richard Armitage is an incredible actor with a stunning appeal. 

He's broody as I'll get out, and I like it. 

Nell McKinnon

Best Geek Motivational Speeches

So over the years, me and my sister, have tried to encourage each other in our studies. And we are, of course, average teenagers who struggle with different subjects, and desperately wish to have some kind of super power with which to conquer our scholastic demons.

Now the Lord has been very good to use, helping us to pass school tests, and accomplish assignments with good scores and the tiniest bit of our sanity still intact. But on top of God's grace, we have taken to a unique form of encouragement that speaks to us on levels that are truly of the deepest forms of geekiness. 

Quoting epic motivational moments from pretty much any nerd thing. 

#1. "If you get hurt, hurt 'em back. If you get killed, walk it off." - Captian America, Avengers: AOU

Though this is a new quote, we found it so very inspiring, that it immediately rose the ranks and found its rightful place on the top of our motivational charts. Plus, like Captain America, is literally gold. *fangirling* 

#2. "You are a god among insects. Never let anyone tell you different." - Magneto, X2

It's Magneto, Guys. Need I say more?

At this current moment in time, I am finding the recollection of further quotes impossible.

However, I will post more of the lost scripts as they return to my cerebrum. 

Nell McKinnon

Two Semi-Epiphanies Within a Week is Painful, Folks.

Epiphany # 1. - The other day I was hanging out with a best gal pal of mine, and as we were talking I realized what shouldn't-have-been-so-shocking of a truth. 

My life is speeding by. 

She reminded me that I'll be turning 20 in about 7 months. 20! And all these things I hadn't made time for just began to dance across the inside of my skull as unfulfilled dreams. Like learning how to ice skate, or finally writing my book. Actually playing tennis well, and actually traveling the places I've longed to. 

I realized that I had to get my act together and start living my life to the fullest. 

Epiphany #2. - This was a slightly more amusing and certainly less shocking realization. I was sitting alone and turned on my phone music on shuffle, and settled on the song, "All By Myself" by Eric Carmen. It was then, while singing those notes of pure sadness, I can to the conclusion I didn't want to live my life alone. I mean I've always known I want to get married, but I realized even more than that; I wanted a friend that I could live my life through with and remind him of the silly jokes we made up as young twenty-somethin's. I wanted a friendship, not just a romance. 

Well, anyway, now you know way too much about the inner workings of my hormonal brain.
Many happy epiphanies to you! 

Nell McKinnon

The Chronicles of The Most Uncomfortable, Boring, Depressing Place ofExistence Ever (Tales of Kaiser)

These are the stories of how I was forever scarred by Kaiser Permanente. Me and my family have been coming here for a few years now, and however traumatizing, the care is better than the previous health organization we were under. That said, going to Kaiser is literally the pits of despair in this mortal realm. Let me digress.

Today's Reason #1. I had an old couple stare at me for a good straight 20 minutes. Not the happy, old-people stares, like you remind them of their grandchildren or something. But the stares of a deranged duo intent upon the availability of my organs for some kind of unwilling donation to their younger cloned selves in the bottom of their very creepy basement. 

Today's Reason #2: A middle-aged woman with a rather grungy trench coat looked at me with an intensity that immediately set me on the edge of a 30 story cliff. And as if that was not enough to make me incredibly uncomfortable, she began to lumber towards me. Luckily for me, she was only interested in the magazine rack directly beside me; which still put her in a proximity of me that I very uneasy with, but she quickly retreated having found nothing of worth to read. (However I still question her seemingly innocent motives, because everybody knows there is absolutely nothing worth reading in the bizarre magazine collection any such establishments as this acquire.)

Today's Reason #3. Though they have wifi, Netflix is an impossible feat due to their slowest of the slow internet connections. I mean, a turtle powering wifi via a treadmill would still go faster than this. (My Mother just commented that the turtle could indeed have two broken legs and still conquer the Kaiser internet speed with astounding ease.)

So these are the odd, but true tales I have collected for now. 

I shall post when I must visit once again this doomed place. 

Nell McKinnon