And by kids I mean you poor people who have nothing better to do. I'm sorry I've left you out in the cold for so long. I know I haven't updated this in forever, because I've had things to do (like writing 10,000 words, watching movies, watching TV, playing video games, sleeping, avoiding this blog) and neglected to update. Well, no more. Come in, please. Welcome back to my Asylum. You're insane, and in desperate need of my help. Well, I'm here for you.
First off, I would like to start by saying that I've been wearing the same pair of pants for a few weeks now. I've been washing them, of course (periodically maybe), it's just been the same pair, and the things at the bottom, I don't know what you call them, the hem? Bottom foldy things? Anyway, those. They're torn because I stepped on them. Mainly because I'm getting fat. I've not been doing the whole "moving" thing, and I drink too much Mt. Dew. However, in the interest of public safety, being able to fit into pants, and impressing all those cool people I don't care about, and maybe one I do care about, I'll be dropping pop/soda/soft drinks/cola/carbonated beverages and try to take a walk around campus before I shower at night. But dang... no more Mt. Dew... I'll be sleeping a lot more. Crap.
Second, I would like to tell you I have written 10,000 words of gloriousness that's really not that glorious and a little more than 10,000 words (40 more, to be exact) and you're probably never going to read it because I'm not going to post it on here. So why tell you? I don't know, that's why.
Thirdly, I learned, quite a while ago now, actually, that black-haired gal is transferring to another school and already getting her talk on with some other guy, so even if I would've talked to her, nothing would've happened. So I guess maybe my fear saved me! That's an awful lesson to be taught.
Lastly, I am working on a video. It'll be cool. Maybe. It won't. But. I'll post it on here when I'm done, which might take a while because I'm lazy. But I've got nothing else to do, so who knows? Maybe I'll have it up today!
Hahahahaha, ooohhaahoohaaaha.
Okay, but really, it'll be a while.
Fourthly, I've got another post planned. It's neat. Tumblr sucks because it doesn't autosave, and I was writing it there and it all got erased (can't remember how, but I lost everything). So I'll have to start from itch.
Scratch, whatever. That's a stupid phrase anyway, what's that even mean?
All right, get back to work, nothing more to see here.
Moral of the story: okay so there's this to see here, I lied. So don't lie, don't be like me, okay? Don't do it. Just don't.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Oh shoot! This would've been the best
I had this dream last night, or maybe during naptime today. But it was awesome. I was going to put it here, because it was a great idea.
But all I remember is a Fallout 3 styled combat knife and I was hiding it... I was walking through a building or campus, or both I can't remember. But I was hiding it in my left sleeve. It was difficult to get it through the elevator, but I went up some floors and stowed it somewhere. I looked pretty wicked in black, but that's really all I remember. It was a pretty sweet dream.
But now I can't remember. I remember thinking, in the dream, "This'll make a great post!" but even my dreaming self wouldn't remember.
Oh well. Maybe I'll have more stealthy and violent dreams tonight (read: tomorrow morning). But probably not.
Moral of the story: dream journals are actually really nifty. I need to start doing that again.
But all I remember is a Fallout 3 styled combat knife and I was hiding it... I was walking through a building or campus, or both I can't remember. But I was hiding it in my left sleeve. It was difficult to get it through the elevator, but I went up some floors and stowed it somewhere. I looked pretty wicked in black, but that's really all I remember. It was a pretty sweet dream.
But now I can't remember. I remember thinking, in the dream, "This'll make a great post!" but even my dreaming self wouldn't remember.
Oh well. Maybe I'll have more stealthy and violent dreams tonight (read: tomorrow morning). But probably not.
Moral of the story: dream journals are actually really nifty. I need to start doing that again.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The faults of iPrism II
I know everyone and their mother has problems with internet filters, and all other kinds of filters, like coffee filters (which are gross) and lint filters in the dryer (also gross, but thankfully not all wet and soggy, unless you're doing it terribly wrong). This isn't necessarily a complaint against the filter, but its description for why it's blocking things. Which is actually kinda the same thing.
Okay.
Anyways, whilst surfing around and being blocked a lot, some of the blocked categories were just ridiculous. Here they are, for your ocular pleasure!
Art/culture
So not only is art being censored and banned, but so is culture in general. Which, technically, is like... the entire internet.
Corporate Marketing
I hate adverts as much as the next guy, but there's really no need to block a website for trying to get in the public eye. Might as well block, like... the entire internet then. Again.
Radio stations
Wait... what? How is that... just... what?
Health
Okay, so now iPrism is trying to kill us, great.
Professional services
Unless that's a euphemism, there's really no need to block that.
Games
Not nasty games, not pornographic or violent games. Just games. Stop playing them.
Specialized shopping
Also a euphemism...? Or maybe tall fat people just can't shop for pants that will actually fit.
Discussion forums
And we're not allowed to even talk? Sheesh. Pretty soon they'll just knock out all forms of digital media on the internet.
Digital media
Okay.
Okay.
Anyways, whilst surfing around and being blocked a lot, some of the blocked categories were just ridiculous. Here they are, for your ocular pleasure!
Art/culture
So not only is art being censored and banned, but so is culture in general. Which, technically, is like... the entire internet.
Corporate Marketing
I hate adverts as much as the next guy, but there's really no need to block a website for trying to get in the public eye. Might as well block, like... the entire internet then. Again.
Radio stations
Wait... what? How is that... just... what?
Health
Okay, so now iPrism is trying to kill us, great.
Professional services
Unless that's a euphemism, there's really no need to block that.
Games
Not nasty games, not pornographic or violent games. Just games. Stop playing them.
Specialized shopping
Also a euphemism...? Or maybe tall fat people just can't shop for pants that will actually fit.
Discussion forums
And we're not allowed to even talk? Sheesh. Pretty soon they'll just knock out all forms of digital media on the internet.
Digital media
Okay.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
The Thinker
Classic art at its finest.
(I actually don't remember drawing this, but I'm sure that has something to do with the fact that it's been in my comics folder for a few months... yikes)
(I actually don't remember drawing this, but I'm sure that has something to do with the fact that it's been in my comics folder for a few months... yikes)
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