Just a quick post, nothing special.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Don't look now... but someone just nuked my writers block!
Gentle Reader, I RETURN! Well, Ephemerally return anyways. Your humble author is staying off the computer as much as possible lately. It has cause much creating! I have screen printed two shirts, which included completing a new screen. I also learned how to hand-make paper and cards. I am currently on the computer because I am writing a story. So the creative writing juices are flowing and I have been needing to let 'em flow! I thought I would channel some of that energy into a quick blog post. Then I can get back to my latest story without delay! so on to the updating portion of this blog!Well, I finished a semester of college... With all "A"s no less! (Not exactly sure how it happened but it happened! I
have proof unbelievers!) So yeah, I am stoked about that. I finished my final painting so here's a picture of it for you to look at and say "My little bro could do that!" Of course, if you are chad... It might be particularly true. All that aside, my most major accomplishment is clean my room! well, it wasn't too bad... okay, yes it was but I never seemed to have time for it. But spring cleaning being what it is I moved some furniture around and picked a few things up and whammo it was clean!...er... I still have my desk which is covered in papers and art supplies. How did I ever get that many supplies?? I bought so
me charcoal and black oil pastel to finish my wall but I haven't decided what I want to add on. My mum still wants me to do the Eiffel tower and I have yet to do it. It's amazing, take away the computer and you get so much done. I suggest everyone do it! I know, I know... What is a guy who says he is staying away from a computer doing blogging? Well, I didn't say I turned into a Luddite! I just felt like posting for the benefit of you, gentle reader. Letting you know what is going on with me... Please forgive the arrogance of assuming that you would wish to know, but I felt that if you would appreciate someone to laugh at it was only my duty to provide that. I provide you with some images of selected things I have done recently. First my final painting from my Painting class. Oil on canvas. The next image is my screen for my latest design. Then the shirts I used that 
screen on. Last two are sketches direct from the pad. the Woman is actually unfinished. I have worked on it since then.I would like to say congratulations to all my friends that graduated! You guys have successfully struggled valiantly and have achieved... Aaa.... Goal? Congratulations, now back to the rat race! Well, God is on your side so trust in Him and He will take care of you.
Summer plans? Why yes, I do have them... oh you ask: "What are they?" OOOOOH!!! Heheh, I knew that!
Well, I am now considering going to Pacific coast camp next week.
In July I am staff at Donkey Rock Youth Camp. I will be a counselor for Teen week and then Pots and Pans Tech for Junior week. It should be fun! *evil laughter* *cough* um... you didn't hear that!
I do solemnly promise that I will be up to no good and will do such things that will be to cause my name to be written down in the annals of Youth Camp history as one of the most nefarious and wickedly awesomest thing done by anyone.
Welllll... that's it for now. It will be a while before I post again so please I hope the wait won't be too unbearable for you!
Until then,Inspired Author, Signing out!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Poetry: please do not read...
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I am so happy
I think Im on drugs too?
Just messing with you, that's terrible! You WERE warned... *sigh* okay, if you continue reading here are some new poems. I am writing these in right now on the blog, so I don't know what it will turn out. Probably some deep dark inner workings of my consciousness, no doubt!
A labble of a giggle
It aint me whimple
For a tribble, little
I say aint life simple?
Insane you say
I laugh and cry
for my crazy brain
without I die
I have nae fiddle
And I don't mettle
so please one timmle
I can't play a quibble
Music playing
and safe is now
for seconds of my life
I can't make a sound
Think of a jibble
A ripple of a streamel
my fibble grows a stipple
when I fuddle with my stubble
It keeps me happy
A cool little creek
With water flowing
My chin is sleak
The above poem is a fun little piece I wrote. It makes me think happy thoughts which is the purpose of it. If you read that and immediately worry about my mental state... That means A) you are too serious. B) oooh look, it's a cool smiley! [get it? B) ] C) You are correct in assuming I should be under constant supervision by trained professionals. D) I just felt like adding this letter... okay, moving on!
This next poem is just some musings I have on our purpose here on earth. What we are here for and is not intended to be taken literal but more of a philosophical... muse. It's musings, so I am Musing... Philosophically! With dashes of Theology, Kaspirology, Ephemerology, and Quasi-Pseudo-Scientology.
For sanity, implies
A certain lack of thought
Into our earthly lives
And priorities we sought
For if we examine closely
Our purpose on this earth
Careers and hopes would surely
be lessened in its worth
I find myself at crossroads
Decisions to make/have made
And Worldly priorities of old
The import has begun to fade
We are not made for this
Dear world that distracts
But our minds should think of future bliss
That it currently now lacks
__________________________________
This one is written thinking of relationships we have that come and go. Friendships that affect us and change us, but must, at least for a while, go away to let something else in to affect and change us. C'est la vie.
Of one who means the most to me
at this time I understand
that though we had our hopes and dreams
things never go as planned
I would hope that you would think
of all the things I said
that perhaps my constant presence
could be in a thought ere in your head
Remember all I have said
I mean every word
and remember never any sad
forgetting all untoward
______________________________________
Lastly I must go
For This too must Pass
And quickly I know
Like a boxer's jaw of glass.
If a moments fancy strikes you
Please be sure to leave a shout
If it doesn't seem so pathetic too
This is your Poetic Author, Signing out!
Violets are blue
I am so happy
I think Im on drugs too?
Just messing with you, that's terrible! You WERE warned... *sigh* okay, if you continue reading here are some new poems. I am writing these in right now on the blog, so I don't know what it will turn out. Probably some deep dark inner workings of my consciousness, no doubt!
A labble of a giggle
It aint me whimple
For a tribble, little
I say aint life simple?
Insane you say
I laugh and cry
for my crazy brain
without I die
I have nae fiddle
And I don't mettle
so please one timmle
I can't play a quibble
Music playing
and safe is now
for seconds of my life
I can't make a sound
Think of a jibble
A ripple of a streamel
my fibble grows a stipple
when I fuddle with my stubble
It keeps me happy
A cool little creek
With water flowing
My chin is sleak
The above poem is a fun little piece I wrote. It makes me think happy thoughts which is the purpose of it. If you read that and immediately worry about my mental state... That means A) you are too serious. B) oooh look, it's a cool smiley! [get it? B) ] C) You are correct in assuming I should be under constant supervision by trained professionals. D) I just felt like adding this letter... okay, moving on!
This next poem is just some musings I have on our purpose here on earth. What we are here for and is not intended to be taken literal but more of a philosophical... muse. It's musings, so I am Musing... Philosophically! With dashes of Theology, Kaspirology, Ephemerology, and Quasi-Pseudo-Scientology.
For sanity, implies
A certain lack of thought
Into our earthly lives
And priorities we sought
For if we examine closely
Our purpose on this earth
Careers and hopes would surely
be lessened in its worth
I find myself at crossroads
Decisions to make/have made
And Worldly priorities of old
The import has begun to fade
We are not made for this
Dear world that distracts
But our minds should think of future bliss
That it currently now lacks
__________________________________
This one is written thinking of relationships we have that come and go. Friendships that affect us and change us, but must, at least for a while, go away to let something else in to affect and change us. C'est la vie.
Of one who means the most to me
at this time I understand
that though we had our hopes and dreams
things never go as planned
I would hope that you would think
of all the things I said
that perhaps my constant presence
could be in a thought ere in your head
Remember all I have said
I mean every word
and remember never any sad
forgetting all untoward
______________________________________
Lastly I must go
For This too must Pass
And quickly I know
Like a boxer's jaw of glass.
If a moments fancy strikes you
Please be sure to leave a shout
If it doesn't seem so pathetic too
This is your Poetic Author, Signing out!
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Bovine Timelords???
saw this at http://e-merl.com/2009-04-21-cow-time
If you don't think it's funny then this isn't for you... You know who you are, laugh out loud!
click the image to see the whole thing... also I will take this time to point out the nifty little buttons at the bottom of each post... saying "Cool" "Funny" and "Retarded". please be sure to let me know what you think if you have no time to leave a comment! :D
this is your AD-oooh shiny! Author, signing out!
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Random Inane Tangental Statements
Welcome back, Gentle Reader! Welcome to yet another episode where I string together written sentences to form what I hope to be an interesting post. Lets move on, shall we?
Well, Today is an interesting day. It is Wednesday, the middle of the week, and I am currently passing the time till my painting class. I said it is interesting not because it interests me, per se, but rather that it is interesting in the sense that one is forced to make a statement about something that they really don't want to say how they really feel... **"What do you think?" "OH! um... It's... definitely... interesting!"** I don't mean to say that today is a "bad" day, or to imply that there is something wrong with today. It's just Wednesday... On the plus side, there is church tonight so that should be interesting... and by interesting I mean AWESOME! "Interesting" is a really interesting word. It doesn't hold the same context as it once did, and is merely a place holder often times to avoid saying anything bad. Me? I am all for telling the boy that maybe he really shouldn't plan on being an artist one day... "Well, that's just mean" You say? Well, I suppose it is! And I am sure I was a little hasty in that remark, what I should say is... "Practice makes perfect... So you better get started!" A delightfully vague compliment that gives him hope to continue on again. Really, I doubt I could bring myself to tell the boy that his drawing of a dog looks more like a mangled boar after the vultures were done. It was just for shock value. As it is, I try to avoid saying "That's interesting" merely because it sounds so fake and polite. I do use it, but if I say it I try to make sure it is at those times that I can promise on my ancestral home of SehumMaxo!acw that I really do mean that it is interesting!
But I digress. Today is an interesting day. I am currently undergoing painters indecision. I am not sure if I want to continue with the daytime look or turn my painting into a nighttime piece? Daytime paintings are considerably easier but the nighttime look would be awesome. I only have roughly 9 more hours of class time to work on this painting, so I have to decide quick. I suppose we shall see, no? I have included in this post a picture of the painting but do remind yourself as you gaze upon it that it is only half finished. I need to also upload the finished product of my still life, not too mention the last painting I did. I will rectify those failings as soon as I can take the extra time to do so. AVAST YE! PROCRASTINATION! You may have won this time! BUT I WILL BE BACK!!! uh... heheh... ignore that, gentle readers!
Well, another reason to cause an interest in today is that I did not have to give my friend a ride to school. It is a rather funny string of events because both of our cars were in and out of The Shop, (not an actual place, I am referencing the idea of taking it to a mechanic) so we took turns giving the other a ride to school and back. This was a tennis class that he had and I would go and play even though I was not in the class. A semester later, and I wonder if the teacher even noticed I was there. Of course, there is the wonder of if he actually cared whether or not someone who was not in his class was there. Either way, I got in some fun days and such.
Well, I believe that that will be all for today Gentle Reader. I hope that you in some way found something interesting in what I have had to say. I imagine you will not hear the word "interesting" without automatically analyzing it from now on, so I do hope that that does not cause you stress.
Until the next creative surge hits!
This is Me, Signing out!
Well, Today is an interesting day. It is Wednesday, the middle of the week, and I am currently passing the time till my painting class. I said it is interesting not because it interests me, per se, but rather that it is interesting in the sense that one is forced to make a statement about something that they really don't want to say how they really feel... **"What do you think?" "OH! um... It's... definitely... interesting!"** I don't mean to say that today is a "bad" day, or to imply that there is something wrong with today. It's just Wednesday... On the plus side, there is church tonight so that should be interesting... and by interesting I mean AWESOME! "Interesting" is a really interesting word. It doesn't hold the same context as it once did, and is merely a place holder often times to avoid saying anything bad. Me? I am all for telling the boy that maybe he really shouldn't plan on being an artist one day... "Well, that's just mean" You say? Well, I suppose it is! And I am sure I was a little hasty in that remark, what I should say is... "Practice makes perfect... So you better get started!" A delightfully vague compliment that gives him hope to continue on again. Really, I doubt I could bring myself to tell the boy that his drawing of a dog looks more like a mangled boar after the vultures were done. It was just for shock value. As it is, I try to avoid saying "That's interesting" merely because it sounds so fake and polite. I do use it, but if I say it I try to make sure it is at those times that I can promise on my ancestral home of SehumMaxo!acw that I really do mean that it is interesting!
But I digress. Today is an interesting day. I am currently undergoing painters indecision. I am not sure if I want to continue with the daytime look or turn my painting into a nighttime piece? Daytime paintings are considerably easier but the nighttime look would be awesome. I only have roughly 9 more hours of class time to work on this painting, so I have to decide quick. I suppose we shall see, no? I have included in this post a picture of the painting but do remind yourself as you gaze upon it that it is only half finished. I need to also upload the finished product of my still life, not too mention the last painting I did. I will rectify those failings as soon as I can take the extra time to do so. AVAST YE! PROCRASTINATION! You may have won this time! BUT I WILL BE BACK!!! uh... heheh... ignore that, gentle readers!
Well, another reason to cause an interest in today is that I did not have to give my friend a ride to school. It is a rather funny string of events because both of our cars were in and out of The Shop, (not an actual place, I am referencing the idea of taking it to a mechanic) so we took turns giving the other a ride to school and back. This was a tennis class that he had and I would go and play even though I was not in the class. A semester later, and I wonder if the teacher even noticed I was there. Of course, there is the wonder of if he actually cared whether or not someone who was not in his class was there. Either way, I got in some fun days and such.
Well, I believe that that will be all for today Gentle Reader. I hope that you in some way found something interesting in what I have had to say. I imagine you will not hear the word "interesting" without automatically analyzing it from now on, so I do hope that that does not cause you stress.
Until the next creative surge hits!
This is Me, Signing out!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
To Please an Impulsive Nature
Greetings Gentle Readers,
It is my esteemed pleasure to have you read this small note of purely unnecessary writings. Often at times I find that I would like to write something down, for the sheer joy of writing whatever it is that I want to write. Well, Gentle Reader, you may have already assumed that this is one of those times and rightly so! Now we all know that it is never a good idea to assume anything, but I am sure in this case it is not a problem. I digress. This is one of those times, dear friend, that I want to write down something, anything, everything that comes to mind. I hope that this does not bore you, but I must say, you are the one to click the link and come to me. It is not as if I put a dirk to your neck and forced you to sit down and read this. I am positive that if I did it would not matter whether you would like what is I wrote down or not, but that you would be entirely against whatever it is that I force you to read. In the end, it would defeat the purpose of writing some thing down for the enjoyment of the reader as well as writer. I feel rather content today, and I believe that it would not take much to make this an enjoyable day. Already I find myself singing a song or even whistling, which is a rarity. I hardly ever whistle a tune. Perhaps I should? It is not something that is in may natural routine to do. I wonder if I should start a habit of whistling songs. It may even have some beneficial attributes which could cause ones spirit to be uplifted. I rarely see someone whistling a song because they are sad or depressed. It is always someone cheerful, happy, or in love! This lovey dovey business is also confusing to me. If one is in love are they supposed to moon about, "oh Fiona, I miss her so...," write poetry and listen to sappy love songs by Josh Groban? Is there a letter one gets in the mail that describes how one should act when in love? Perhaps a mentor like person comes around and says, "Treat her like a princess, buy her nice things and then when she isn't around moon over about it in front of people that will tell her so she knows that you are thinking of her..." or something like that. Either way it is all a confuddling business and I would rather it be clear and simple.
Well, today is a nice day. We have the warm sun and a nice breeze. All in all, I am content. Life could be better, but always it could be entirely a thousand multiples of worseness. Hmmm, I feel like I would like to go on an overly romanticized adventure. (That does not have a thing to do with romance)
Gentle Readers, before I go I would like to offer a peace of advice that I picked up somewhere that has to do with love. This is for the guys.
"Treat a woman like a person, then a princess then a greek goddess, then a person again."
As for girls, my suggestion is don't make him figure everything out. Sometimes we need it spelled out in huge block letters. Preferably neon colors and flashing lights. also, a little knock on the head with a wiffle bat could help.
Gentle Readers,
This is your Impulsive Author, signing out
It is my esteemed pleasure to have you read this small note of purely unnecessary writings. Often at times I find that I would like to write something down, for the sheer joy of writing whatever it is that I want to write. Well, Gentle Reader, you may have already assumed that this is one of those times and rightly so! Now we all know that it is never a good idea to assume anything, but I am sure in this case it is not a problem. I digress. This is one of those times, dear friend, that I want to write down something, anything, everything that comes to mind. I hope that this does not bore you, but I must say, you are the one to click the link and come to me. It is not as if I put a dirk to your neck and forced you to sit down and read this. I am positive that if I did it would not matter whether you would like what is I wrote down or not, but that you would be entirely against whatever it is that I force you to read. In the end, it would defeat the purpose of writing some thing down for the enjoyment of the reader as well as writer. I feel rather content today, and I believe that it would not take much to make this an enjoyable day. Already I find myself singing a song or even whistling, which is a rarity. I hardly ever whistle a tune. Perhaps I should? It is not something that is in may natural routine to do. I wonder if I should start a habit of whistling songs. It may even have some beneficial attributes which could cause ones spirit to be uplifted. I rarely see someone whistling a song because they are sad or depressed. It is always someone cheerful, happy, or in love! This lovey dovey business is also confusing to me. If one is in love are they supposed to moon about, "oh Fiona, I miss her so...," write poetry and listen to sappy love songs by Josh Groban? Is there a letter one gets in the mail that describes how one should act when in love? Perhaps a mentor like person comes around and says, "Treat her like a princess, buy her nice things and then when she isn't around moon over about it in front of people that will tell her so she knows that you are thinking of her..." or something like that. Either way it is all a confuddling business and I would rather it be clear and simple.
Well, today is a nice day. We have the warm sun and a nice breeze. All in all, I am content. Life could be better, but always it could be entirely a thousand multiples of worseness. Hmmm, I feel like I would like to go on an overly romanticized adventure. (That does not have a thing to do with romance)
Gentle Readers, before I go I would like to offer a peace of advice that I picked up somewhere that has to do with love. This is for the guys.
"Treat a woman like a person, then a princess then a greek goddess, then a person again."
As for girls, my suggestion is don't make him figure everything out. Sometimes we need it spelled out in huge block letters. Preferably neon colors and flashing lights. also, a little knock on the head with a wiffle bat could help.
Gentle Readers,
This is your Impulsive Author, signing out
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Spring break update
well, its thursday of spring break week, been a couple weeks since my last post. I have been working on a few things, a shirt I am designing. I need more stretcher bars for the screen printing. Also I am working on a story, with about a chapter done so far. here is a snippet. (funny word: snippet. haha)
"Annd as I flewe into the sunset, I saw that it wass lyke unto a walle. Annd as I flewe on the worrld apyred to notte have changd atte alle. I kontinud mye jorney until I fownd myeselffe hoveryng abuve a smalle village-towne. The townespersons kayme owt and beganne kallyng out to me. I rekognizd it as Anglo-Saxonye of origen and allowwed my shippe to flotte downe into the markit-playse. The parishe cayme owt offe the church-temple wythe a crosse in front of hym. “Peace! Peace!” I kryed owt to the townespersons surrowndyng. They kalmed down enoffe for me to explayne myeselffe to themm."
I like it so far. I have almost a full chapter out of it. Though it desperately needs more work. I think I could actually take it pretty far. Most stories I have end up not going much further than this. I think it actually has promise.
Well, thats it for now. not really anything else new in my life. well, except for play practice tonight, that should be a blast. Thankfully I don't have to wear a beard tonight! alright then, ill post up another boring part of my life sometime soon.
"Annd as I flewe into the sunset, I saw that it wass lyke unto a walle. Annd as I flewe on the worrld apyred to notte have changd atte alle. I kontinud mye jorney until I fownd myeselffe hoveryng abuve a smalle village-towne. The townespersons kayme owt and beganne kallyng out to me. I rekognizd it as Anglo-Saxonye of origen and allowwed my shippe to flotte downe into the markit-playse. The parishe cayme owt offe the church-temple wythe a crosse in front of hym. “Peace! Peace!” I kryed owt to the townespersons surrowndyng. They kalmed down enoffe for me to explayne myeselffe to themm."
I like it so far. I have almost a full chapter out of it. Though it desperately needs more work. I think I could actually take it pretty far. Most stories I have end up not going much further than this. I think it actually has promise.
Well, thats it for now. not really anything else new in my life. well, except for play practice tonight, that should be a blast. Thankfully I don't have to wear a beard tonight! alright then, ill post up another boring part of my life sometime soon.
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