Posts Tagged ‘Random’

Snow on the dashboard, snow on the ground

9GAG has it. It just stopped wet-snowing around here, irl. And as I returned to my WP dashboard and saw floating flecks of white. Well, have to brace myself for the invasion of the MySpace script that should have stayed there.

*brikd for having no holiday spirit*

I’ll gave to look into starting an errand business or something. Been doing it forever, I have all the time in the world, and heck knows if I can go to a store and buy something for some old people. I mean, they’re practically all up and down my block. And if they aren’t aged socialites, they’re busy families that could probably care less about standing in long, long lines at the supermarket. I could totally do that… Oh… wait… I’d need a phone for something like that. And I’m pretty sure Mom would be a bit of a killjoy about just how honest people are or some nightmare scenario like that. Oh man, wrinkles to iron out…

Played some Triple Triad last night. Subsequently reminded myself of why I probably stopped playing: It’s too damned fun.

This is your minigame.

This is your minigame on drugs.

Or ADD. It doesn’t get ADHD unless you’re playing in a timed tourney. Going to play some after I animate today. :P

Who am I kidding? *starts game up*

Thank you, and have a nice day.


Warning: emo bullsiht ahead…

… Yeah, now they’re in my heart…
… continue reading this entry.


You know, one of these days, I have to just admit that I’ve got little to no direction, little motivation, and absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Push come to shove, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

*still getting briked for whatever the hell kind of intro that was*

Puzzle Pirates. You’d think it would be a bomb-out idea, liable to fail in logic at any moment. The trouble is it’s not, and it works for the most-part. It’s like… thinking about Pokemon. “Why the hell do these strange people care about silly little animals that breathe fire?” Well, because they’re silly little animals that breathe fire. It’s self-sustaining; self-justified; because if they really existed, that’s probably what would happen. Same with PP; if matching colored pieces together could set sails or equate to fighting prowess, then it would probably work. In this way, a fully crewed ship, working several puzzles at once, function much like an actual sailing crew. One person screws up, the whole ship goes to bilge… er, shit. The only logic-fail I’ve hit was the brewing puzzle; I mean, a burnt brew irl is not necessarily a bad one. Just tastes like burnt bread yeast; I hear that it’s an acquired taste. :P And Poker. Trick-taking games are older than Poker, and I think they do have Hearts and Spades in that game, too, but depending on when this is taking place I don’t think Pirates would have played Poker. Gotta Wiki’ that later, just to be sure…

*brikd for trying to bring logic in a game that considereds itself to be family-friendly-fun*

And before that I did this:

No reason. Because I wanted to record a blog instead of writing one, and I can’t record audio. Because I could. And because the GIMP and CamStudio can’t run at the same time. :( I’m not too good in GIMP anyway. I draw WAY better in Flash, but that’s only self-comparative and I don’t want to crash my already glitchy compy. I’m really just dabbling. One of these days, one of my stories is going to bug me enough to make me want to draw or write it and then the world will be subjected to my lack of talent. XP

Took GoogleTube long enough; 3 days to figure out to put other MSPaint and speedpaint vids in the related panel. I swear, Google needs to stick to web searches and fun logos. That’s about all they do right. And now I’m probably going to be watching other people’s speedpaints all day. Great. Lovely, thanks.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

The Precipice

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I constantly swing across the precipice of awake and dreaming. I have to, because this is where all the fantastic things are. This personal astral plane is where they hide and in order to do what I do I need to throw a line over the edge, take a deep breath, and start climbing downwards. See what I can bring back, you know?

I should hope to heck that no one I know personally has ever read this journal. No reason. I just love it when the thing is I say here start worming their way into reality. That isn’t right. Not even by InkHeart standards. (And if that’s the case, I want to wake up in a huge pile of hundred dollar bills tomorrow morning. :P)

I’ve always thought I was different. Maybe even a little nuts. But the difference between the truly insane and the people like me is that we know when we’re acting like idiots. We just don’t give two craps. It’s when people start to claim they’re fine while shaking and dodging invisible ghosts.

Furthermore, I’m quite alarmed that I don’t have the right to like or dislike things. It just so happens that I dislike most people, a good chunk of pre-internet technology, and talking. I’m not in the mood to explaining. Explaining is for people defending themselves. Why should I defend myself to people who think I’m already ‘gone’…

And that’s my rant. *sighs* :3

And all you can wonder is who’s reading to who.

Can I see the hands of everyone who saw this coming? Yeah, me too. -_-;

… :’3…

Also, “Books that will induce a mindfuck.” Seriously. I don’t think they missed one. Of course, I haven’t read in a while. I mean really read. ‘Glued to your seat for hours’ read. Nope. Somethings come naturally, and some just don’t.

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Lime… Greeeeeeeeennnnn… @_@

What the HELL did you do to my LJ!?! Change it! Change it back! NAO!!! This is a happy place! A HAPPY PLACE!!!!!!! X(

*Knows full-well that LJ only exists because of ad revenue and donations/subscriptions, but is too anarchistic to see that upfront…*


Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I guess I had to get mad about SOMETHING today. If not in rl, then in my digital life. Meh…

I’m so angry. Just naturally. No inclination, no… push. It’s all there, it just needs a catalyst. Sometime the catalyst is something that goes forward, and other times it goes back. Lime-green ads in the title bar when I’m using an ad stopper is a backward motion. Listening to music and philosophy files is the forward one. Anger turns in to drive turns into progress. The only question is “Which direction do you want to go?”

… I still don’t believe that she was actually this smart, but wise words all the same…

Spent 3 hours on designing a dream for Furc. I don’t know; some would call it odd to try and render your room in 2D isometric, but I really don’t see the problem. Bit of an exercise, really.


Thank you, and have a nice day.

Zen and the Art of Crap

Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. What it is is that it’s not what it isn’t but what it could be. It doesn’t require much, but you have to do something, you see. And when it finds you, it throttles you to the ground, pretty much makes sweet, luscious rape to you, and leaves you twitching on the floor wanting more than you could possibly bear to stand.

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