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A Night in the Chapel (AKA: Toronto how we hate thee pt 2)
That's right. Three nights in a row, go me!
However now's the time to introduce a little something new.
You may recall the original rules of FOR SCIENCE! but for those of you who do not, I shall repost them for your viewing pleasure--and add in the final piece (For now)
Every day I will write a minimum of 2,000 words. This can be about any subject. Throughout the week I will collect comments on what people are
Ever had one of those days wherein everything seems akin to waves rolling on the ocean? a constant ebb and flow of happiness, sorrow, and general indifference?
Often my emotions stay rather stationary. If I had a bad day it can turn good, likewise if I've had a good day, it can very easily turn bad--however never before have I experienced such a myriad of--moodswings I suppose one could call it.
I awoke this morning, early, and saddened--what I was saddened by I really can't say. My min
Yep, you read that correct. I've completed my first Gunpla model, the GAT-X131 Calamity Gundam piloted by Orga Sabnak. And as this what I like to refer to as a "Testbed" model, I've compiled a list of all the things done correctly and incorrectly. One of them is very short, the other very long. Take a guess which?
GAT-X131 CALAMITY GUNDAM
Code name: Calamity Gundam
Unit type: prototype artillery mobile suit
Manufacturer: Earth Alliance (Atlantic Federation)
Operator: Earth Alliance
Well I must apologise for lack of living. Once again I was surfing along happily before the eldritch tentacle of real life clamped down and dragged me beneath the surface.
But once again I've managed to escape that hideous unnameable thing, so with luck I will---do stuff?
Really, my presence online is going to be decreasing because real life is consuming my very soul, however I felt it was time to put forth an initiative that I've been thinking about for a while.
You see, one of the rea
This is a tiny mini-entry dedicated to all the many people who asked how I format my FOR SCIENCE! entries, or more particularly, how I get the "More..." button.
Look it up yourself.
Seriously, it's right in the code list, that's how I found it. I trust that all of you can do the same.
But, because I'm way too nice. If you are unable to find the proper code I will include below the cut.
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Yeah, that's it.
Don't you feel silly now? =B
That's right, if you read that title up there you'll realize I'm tired of this blog and I'll be deleting it within a few days. This is the end.
Haha, no.
The title up there refers to The End, by master author Lemony Snicket of the Series of Unfortunate Events. In fact when we first discovered the thirteenth unfortunate book in the tragic tale of the Baudelaire orphans it was known as that At this time called The End. Frankly, upon retrospect and finishing the book myself I agree with th
And hark I hear the angels sing!
Yes, up until now my computer has been sporadic and a general nightmare, interrupting my schedule and my planned updates (Monday, Wednesday, Friday, by the way)
BUT, now that I have a UPS (Universal Power Supply) for my computer I. AM. BACK. And it feels so good!
So without anything futher, I bring to you to the main purpose of this deranged entry.
WHY MY ROOM IS A NIGHTMARE
My room is rather small.
Not super small, not by any great stretch, bu
It's been a pretty good day today. I finally finished my first ever (and absolutely terrible) Gundam SEED 1/144 High Grade Model. The Calamity Gundam, piloted by Orga Sabnak.
(Seriously, I went to a course on Gunpla* modeling, and they already explained that everything I did on this model is so wrong. Luckily my next models, the CGUE type DEEP arms, the Forbidden Gundam, the Destiny Gundam, The Dreadnought** Gundam, the Destiny Gundam***, and the Strike Noir Gundam will be far, far better
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This story I'm actually relatively pleased with, it's really not much--in fact it's basically just the intro to Super Metroid (hence the name), but I always loved the intro to Super Metroid with a passion (then again I loved all of Super Metroid with a passion)
The funny thing with this story is it didn't turn out at all like I expected. I had expected to deal with Samus' planetfall and subsequent discovery of a ruined Space Pirate base, I always found that part of the gam
So I believe I'm actually attempting to get myself into some sort of warped and disturbed schedule. As though I was trying to give all two of you who read my blog some sort of regular basis on which you could read my disconnected and generally insane thoughts.
No, I don't know what I'm smoking. Chances are I shouldn't be, though...whatever it is.
So with enough lead-in, let's get right to the point of this entry.
The Claidi Journals
Now, let me go on record as saying I cannot beli
Isn't it funny how in the midst of tragedy you're still expected to smile?
How when all you truly desire is to curl into a ball and scream at the world. To hide, to dissapear.
You're supposed to show a happy facade to the world.
When darkness encroaches into your very being you're supposed to laugh and shrug it off. Pretend that nothing phases you.
Isn't it funny?
No.
It never has been, it never will be. I'm not a machine and I'm not unfeeling. I appear standoffish and that
Blah blab blah Mistika-debate-hate. It's gettin' old, people. CHILL.
I have no problem with meaningful discussion, but that is HARDLY MEANINGFUL DISCUSSION.
Listen to some Creed and CHILL.
I can't find the rhyme in all my reason
Lost sense of time and all seasons
I feel I've been beaten down
By the words of men who have no grounds
I can't sleep beneath the trees of wisdom
When your ax has cut the roots that feed them
Forked tongues in bitter mouths
Can drive a man
This will be a quick entry, I'm not even sure why I'm writing it (Of course now I remember that I'm not sure I why I write any entries at all, so that's nothing new)
Basically, I've been listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall album. Not obsessively, just a single listen through, and wow. This album can sum up the entire emotional gamut of your normal human being. Absolutely raw music in here--then again, that's what Pink Floyd does best.
If you've never heard The Wall it is heavily recommen
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Home, Home on the Yukon.
And here's Fridays. I totally admit that I do not know much about Moose, or the Yukon. I BSed half of this and then researched the last little bit. It's not a particularly good work. BUT IT'S DONE.
Enjoy
December 32, 2002
Mood: Moosey
Music: Moove it.
I first sprung into being in the wonderful process most people call ‘birth.’ Now while I can’t remember mine (I mean, who can?) I have since borne witness to many other such events, and so ra
Do I still love you? Absolutely. There's not a doubt in my mind. Through all my anger, my ego...I was always faithful in my love for you. That I made you doubt it...That is a great mistake of a life full of mistakes. The truth doesn't set us free, Robin. I can tell you I love you...As many times as you can stand to hear it...And all that does, the only thing...Is remind us...Love is not enough. Not even close.
It's a powerful message, and one I agree with entirely.
For those of you interes
A young boy once asked a willow
“Why is that you weep?”
The willow replied with a heavy sigh
“I weep for those who sleep.”
“I weep for those asleep in the ground,
For they buried and forgot
I weep for those once fought bravely
But are now just left to rot”
“I weep for these gardens of stone,
A decayed and tragic lot.
And I weep at the thought that you,
Dear boy, may one day fill a plot”
“I weep for the foreign soldier,
so far from his home dear
I weep for his mother and
I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes
I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?"
"Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?"
"Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing
But about that time we crashed into the truck
And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hiba
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Yep, new story time. This one's a single story, though at times while writing it I wondered it would be or not. It may stretch a bit and for that I'm sorry. This has gone through the usual editing process of mine (That being a quick read through) as I hear from most professional writers that you should wait a day before trying to edit your work--and I don't have that luxury.
Oh, and my 'editor' went AWOL.
Enjoy!
Her Portrait
Fire raged all about him, the fla
FOR SCIENCE! (2)Frozen Wings (AKA: Toronto how we hate thee) Yes, you are seeing correctly. I am keeping some sort of a schedule. This is the SECOND night of FOR SCIENCE! And hopefully I will continue to be inspired enough to write MOAR AND MOAR.
However I will say that it is difficult to pull a subject out of my b….rain, every day. So PLEASE do submit ideas for what you want to see me write about, PLEASE.
Anyhow, this time it is a short story about a LOVELY TRIP I TOOK TO NOWHERE.
Enj
