Getting off this stupid computer. GAAH!
Starting a webcomic. Problem is, it's freakin' expensive...
Painting something. But I kinda suck. Drawing's where it's at.
Celebrating New Years. This I am doing.
Kicking this blog off for real. This I hopefully am doing as well.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Languages/Accents I wish to learn, and why
1) Scottish. Because you know it's cool to say "Watch yer bahookie fer a blootered bampot wit a skian-dhu or ye'll git inta a fecht an' he'll give ye the malky" when you're talking about getting stabbed to death.
2) German. It just sounds plain awesome. Definitely one of the coolest foreign languages.
3)Russian. It's an unusual language, and it's a damned fun one, too. Plus, Charlie speaks Russian.
2) German. It just sounds plain awesome. Definitely one of the coolest foreign languages.
3)Russian. It's an unusual language, and it's a damned fun one, too. Plus, Charlie speaks Russian.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Because I'm bored...
... my epic poem for Lauren's class.
Come, ye thanes, and gather close
To hear the mighty tales of mouth
Of I, the living mountain, the giant of a man:
My life and leisure upon the Earth.
The story of my triumphs and my stubbornness of heart.
I am a man of many nations:
Born British by blood, and also
American by land, I can travel at my leisure
Through Europe or the States, a status very welcome
So that I have the freedom of flying to other
Countries. The courtesy of life to grant
Such a boon is unwarranted, but is grand and useful
For it grants me many cultures to witness
Should I choose.
My father, George, fixer of satellites
Is possessed of great wit and pursues noble ventures:
To keep the large house of the company of Boeing
With safe longboats to drift through the sky.
Of such a spirit, there was no doubt
That the thane of protection was born of strong blood.
And born was he of John, my grandfather, hero
Beyond doubt, champion of wars and battles.
In distant China, he trained the troops
Some sixty years ago to fight
For freedom against invasion, strife, and woe.
When war came to his war-thanes,
he fought his foes with strength and might
And the slayer of the enemy sailed home.
My mother’s house: so grand a hearth
Was never seen upon the sea.
Hailing from the land of Britain, the bravest
To set forth. My mother, she is skilled and bold.
She plans the plains and mountain sides,
The forests and the fields. But the painter of the world
Would not settle for paltry things
And the leader of her land gave her mead halls to plan out.
Her house extends across the globe
for clearly if a larger clan existed
The world would have no room for man.
Finally in place but never in force,
My younger kinsman and newest clansmen,
My sister, Fiona, joyful and jovial.
So bright a spirit was never brought
Upon the world. Never will she cease
Her happiness, immunity to evil
Through her cheer and thoughtful ways.
Such are the deeds of my legendary lineage
And fail to surpass them, I certainly do not.
When I, the colossal being, walk
The lands tremble. The legend who is known
As Paul Bunyan is barely a midget,
Nothing compared to my awesome altitude.
A towering figure so tall is hardly
Possible, yet here I stand with height;
Unparalleled in stature, matchless in size.
Yet it is not just in standing where I reign supreme:
So, too, is the thane of many talents excellent
In a multitude of measures. The sword, a weapon
Of a warrior, is familiar to me, a sword thane
Of great skill. Once in a swordfight
With a foul ogre, fiend of evil,
My sword, my shining blade of steel
pierced armor deemed impervious.
A thousand thanes who sought to slay
The beast in armor thick as bone
Could not cut its armored hide,
Yet with one flick of my sword
I grasped a gap and I drew blood.
Then time stopped and we stood still
As he realized the duel was done
And I emerged the victor, the vice
Of his fate.
Such is my fame
That the world was aware of my approach
And the land of Northridge was so nervous
That it shook itself apart.
The clans claimed this to be an earthquake,
But they cannot cover up
The fact that I am feared by all.
I also am a thane of theater,
New to the field, I nonetheless stand firm.
A brace of shows is all I can brandish,
Yet my skill is rising skyward, my abilities are strong.
All types of beings I have been:
From plundering pirate to pugilistic plebe,
Many roles are mine to brandish.
And though I may not yet thrash other thespians,
I learn quickly.
Yet here my exploits, they do not end,
For also an artist of tremendous talent
Am I, and I use many utensils to achieve
Masterful works and wonders of art.
Nearly since time began, I knew
I wished to draw, and I learned, through my wisdom,
To draw the beasts and worlds that were deep
Within my mind. In many years
I drew many things, some real, some dreams.
One year though, my yearn went further,
And carried me to the land of OTIS, where cavernous
Mead halls of art and media
were. There I learned many ways
And for a summer, my gifts grew
And until the end of that era
That knowledge and those skills will stay with me.
So, mighty thanes, great majesties,
You have heard my tales and talents.
My life is laid before you as a story
Fit for kings. Now I can
Ask of you for entry, faithful
In my might. So will you,
Great thanes, let me through,
Or do I have to break the door down?
Come, ye thanes, and gather close
To hear the mighty tales of mouth
Of I, the living mountain, the giant of a man:
My life and leisure upon the Earth.
The story of my triumphs and my stubbornness of heart.
I am a man of many nations:
Born British by blood, and also
American by land, I can travel at my leisure
Through Europe or the States, a status very welcome
So that I have the freedom of flying to other
Countries. The courtesy of life to grant
Such a boon is unwarranted, but is grand and useful
For it grants me many cultures to witness
Should I choose.
My father, George, fixer of satellites
Is possessed of great wit and pursues noble ventures:
To keep the large house of the company of Boeing
With safe longboats to drift through the sky.
Of such a spirit, there was no doubt
That the thane of protection was born of strong blood.
And born was he of John, my grandfather, hero
Beyond doubt, champion of wars and battles.
In distant China, he trained the troops
Some sixty years ago to fight
For freedom against invasion, strife, and woe.
When war came to his war-thanes,
he fought his foes with strength and might
And the slayer of the enemy sailed home.
My mother’s house: so grand a hearth
Was never seen upon the sea.
Hailing from the land of Britain, the bravest
To set forth. My mother, she is skilled and bold.
She plans the plains and mountain sides,
The forests and the fields. But the painter of the world
Would not settle for paltry things
And the leader of her land gave her mead halls to plan out.
Her house extends across the globe
for clearly if a larger clan existed
The world would have no room for man.
Finally in place but never in force,
My younger kinsman and newest clansmen,
My sister, Fiona, joyful and jovial.
So bright a spirit was never brought
Upon the world. Never will she cease
Her happiness, immunity to evil
Through her cheer and thoughtful ways.
Such are the deeds of my legendary lineage
And fail to surpass them, I certainly do not.
When I, the colossal being, walk
The lands tremble. The legend who is known
As Paul Bunyan is barely a midget,
Nothing compared to my awesome altitude.
A towering figure so tall is hardly
Possible, yet here I stand with height;
Unparalleled in stature, matchless in size.
Yet it is not just in standing where I reign supreme:
So, too, is the thane of many talents excellent
In a multitude of measures. The sword, a weapon
Of a warrior, is familiar to me, a sword thane
Of great skill. Once in a swordfight
With a foul ogre, fiend of evil,
My sword, my shining blade of steel
pierced armor deemed impervious.
A thousand thanes who sought to slay
The beast in armor thick as bone
Could not cut its armored hide,
Yet with one flick of my sword
I grasped a gap and I drew blood.
Then time stopped and we stood still
As he realized the duel was done
And I emerged the victor, the vice
Of his fate.
Such is my fame
That the world was aware of my approach
And the land of Northridge was so nervous
That it shook itself apart.
The clans claimed this to be an earthquake,
But they cannot cover up
The fact that I am feared by all.
I also am a thane of theater,
New to the field, I nonetheless stand firm.
A brace of shows is all I can brandish,
Yet my skill is rising skyward, my abilities are strong.
All types of beings I have been:
From plundering pirate to pugilistic plebe,
Many roles are mine to brandish.
And though I may not yet thrash other thespians,
I learn quickly.
Yet here my exploits, they do not end,
For also an artist of tremendous talent
Am I, and I use many utensils to achieve
Masterful works and wonders of art.
Nearly since time began, I knew
I wished to draw, and I learned, through my wisdom,
To draw the beasts and worlds that were deep
Within my mind. In many years
I drew many things, some real, some dreams.
One year though, my yearn went further,
And carried me to the land of OTIS, where cavernous
Mead halls of art and media
were. There I learned many ways
And for a summer, my gifts grew
And until the end of that era
That knowledge and those skills will stay with me.
So, mighty thanes, great majesties,
You have heard my tales and talents.
My life is laid before you as a story
Fit for kings. Now I can
Ask of you for entry, faithful
In my might. So will you,
Great thanes, let me through,
Or do I have to break the door down?
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