Summer

ah summer, the warmth, the sun, the laziness. I've not been entirely uncreative thus far though. The project is coming and coming still though my associate has had little time to work on his end. I've come to a point where I need some content from one of us to continue work so I've set it down again for the moment. I've met a friend. Dear to me, and I don't think I'll ever forget them. However, they put me in quite the depressing mood today. So, if you ever learn who I and my friend are, if you like the poem I'm adding below, thank them. I'm not posting it with much formatting because I wrote it in notepad and am trying to just copy+paste it.

Emotion

I am a man of many joys
I am a man of many woes
I am a man of many battles
I have vanquished many foes
Through the years I wander
down the road of life
and all this time I wonder
why must there be strife
why can't children age as stone
never really changing
as opposed to flesh and bone
which are always rearranging
stone cannot hate
stone cannot lie
stone cannot love
nor can it multiply
stone is not human
safe though it be
it will never know joy
nor true humanity
this why we are flesh
we creatures of the earth
for in emotions all
we truly have no dearth
love and hate
sorrow and glee
all these emotions
are part of me.
I am a man of many joys
I am a man of many woes
and I do find myself
in all my vanquished foes

another one of my scraps to the creative mess, I hope someone enjoys it.

Breaking and secrets

We're taking something of a break from that ambition requiring project. I believe we can overcome a difficulty I'd thought we'd have much sooner than I'd anticipated and my friend is no longer having problems with t3h grrlz. In fact, he and his her seem to be getting on well. During my spar with boredom this afternoon I wrote another poem, so here I present...

Secrets

Secrets, secrets everywhere: the kind I'd like to keep
Secrets, secrets everywhere: let's bury 'em down deep
Secrets, secrets everywhere: they'd make me out a creep
Secrets, secrets everywhere: they never let me sleep
Secrets, secrets everywhere: to conclusions you may leap
Secrets, secrets everywhere: but I won't make a peep
Secrets, secrets everywhere: as common as our sheep
Secrets, secrets everywhere: with consequences steep
Secrets, secrets everywhere: my secrets that I'll keep

School work

Made this one at school, the only thing I'm not happy about is the fact that I didn't have time to find a color for the sidewalk so it's the same color as his neck. I don't know what a good color for sidewalk is in that picture as it always looks rather white to me but white looks wrong and I used most of the grey-scale as it was. Ok, now that I'm glancing at details again, the hair could be better, though it's alright and not bad for never having tried a hairstyle like that before. Wasn't sure how to manage the perspective of the street: I was in school and so couldn't find a reference, plus I don't think there's any streets that look like that around here, but it turned out alright too.

Alice

So, I felt like puttin a picture up. I haven't gotten the scanner to work for me yet so here's a rather poor computer rendering of Alice. (you know, provided blogger works proper like)

Grrl Probs

W3 r h4vn pr0bs w/ t3h Grrl5. My co-conspirator is having problems rendering them. He's only actually tried once, and those who saw it said it looked fine, but he poo-poo-ed it, saying it looked like a male. I suggested he draw a bunch today: he pointed out he'd be spending time with the rest of the pack and we both laughed about the consequences of perfecting art amongst wolves. He still better crank some out tomorrow though, even if they do look like crap. I've kinda ignored workin on what it appears will be largely my part for a while, I'll do some 'o that aftah this post. My source also hasn't sent me the information I requested though I was supposed to call him today, whoops. Mayhaps I will after this as well, but I doubt it: he's supposed to be gettin his beauty sleep about now (fat chance 'o that). The project still exists but Reality seems to be looking for another meal, hopefully I can save this idea from the beasts monstrous maw.

The beast returns

It was fresh from the womb, and rather healthy looking. The plan mewled in its newfound glory, unaware of the danger approaching. Slowly, the beast crept towards the nest, keeping low in the long grasses that hid it so well. In a moment of tensed muscles and rending flesh it was over: the plan had been slaughtered and the beast enjoyed yet another meal. Reality is thwarting me again. I may be headed towards a frozen waste instead. It's not the frozen waste part that's bad, it's the distance between here and there, and the fact that they may or may not offer the languages I'm interested in, though they mentioned sponsoring trips elsewhere so perhaps my luck may hold. As far as that ambition requiring project: it's taken a twist I'd not anticipated but it seems to be going forward. I've been working my butt off for it at the expense of other things of so called importance but I believe the fruit will be worth the effort. So far the basic outline is nearing completion and my friend may have a handle on the content soon.

Ambition does not run in my veins

I'm not an ambitious person. I'm likely far too content with my lot in life. Hence the ease of giving up on writing the novel. The bits and pieces don't mesh smoothly enough in all likelihood anyhow. However, that leaves the problem of all these story fragments still floating in my head. Well, I may've found sometin to sate many of my appetites, the writing included. The idea I proposed to my friend was likely not taken to seriously, but it has potential methinks. Might require ambition though, that means I'll need to think on it a lot more first. Oh and I'm headin to a place where I can learn languages I'm interested in, it's so nice :) (at least in theory anyhow, the beast may return and feast upon the organs of yet another poorly engineered plan)