For some time now, I've been a man in search of his Life Purpose. Well, if you want to look at it another way, I've been at it all my life. A person's Life Purpose isn't always something they're conscious of -- sadly, some people appear to be completely lost when it comes to defining theirs. But everyone has one, there's no question about it to my mind.
Life Purpose is a many-faceted thing. The most basic, universal element of it, I find, is just to experience life! This is very simple, yet m
Fireworks at Twilight
Someone said I've been on a roll lately, as far as MOCs go. Well, there's a reason for that, although what that reason was, I didn't know until very recently.
It's called, "Getting it out of your system."
"Going out with a bang."
"One last fling."
The convergence of my BBCC55 entry with my 1300th post special was no accident, nor is it an accident that I am meeting a LEGO Ambassador in person this coming Friday. It's also no accident that, at the same time, I
If anyone's ever wondered why I've published so little fanfiction, the answer is that I'm very lazy and writing is such hard work. Other factors also come into play, like my hard drive dying and taking all my work to data heaven with it, finished and unfinished alike. Mostly unfinished.
I only ever had one epic that I was truly serious about. I was really inspired to plug away at it. It was originally called Legend of Lhii, and told the story of the inventor of Ignalu (lava surfing). I was ab
On account of the boats being dry-docked for winter.
Excuse me while I work out my disappointment through music and breathing exercises.
Also, it's been snowing like crazy here all day. Not looking forward to winter. The last one seemed like it'd never end! I miss balmy Vancouver....
Now with waist articulation!
- I'm Kiina, a Glatorian. One of the best!
- Bare-knuckle boxing is always a good way to blow off steam.
Any challengers?
- Hmmm. . .
*Grab*
- Hey, you!
- Waugh!
- Where's Tarix at? And what did you do with my morningstar, you sneak?
- I haven't touched your stupid morningstar. And Tarix just left. Put me down!
- Humph.
- Sheesh.
My alter ego and I are back to normal. He doesn't have a separate persona anymore. No more blaming my obnoxious outbursts on a virtual unperson. Or is that subperson? Pseudoperson? C'mon, help me out.
With the Me Project, I try to listen to a different kind of inner voice. The one that says, "Do your homework," "Clean your room," "Go outside and get some fresh air," "Is this what you really want? "When did you last make a deposit to that relationship account?" and other such inspirational Dr.
I particularly like Gregorian's cover of this song on their album Masters of Chant Chapter III. The album opens with a standard Gregorian version of the song and closes with a "Chill Out Version."
My personal reading of the song is not suicidal at all, so there's no need to get worked up about that. For me, it just expresses a particular perspective on death as passage to a world where love can exist without earthly limitations.
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|||||| HIM - Join Me ||||||
Baby join me in deat
From here.
There's a track at about 52:00 that seems to get at the heart of things.
Don't they know that there's something going on?
What they're harming with their indecision?
Who will be left standing when I'm gone?
There'll be nothing left of our but a vision.
And it's too easy to turn a blind eye to the light,
It's too easy to bow your head and pray.
But there are some times
When you should try to find your voice,
And this is one voice that you must find today.
Are you h
Ooooh! Look at the/time, oh
This ball start to roll and she don't/stop for nothing
(Just speedin' up)
Gonna do some big-time/damage down the line
(Sooner than you think)
And all you thought was real, it be/comin' down
(All around, comin' down)
Ooooh, baby, you just/keep your head cool
'Cause you know it's all/meant to be
(It's all playing out)
My heart tells me, baby/we're gonna be all right
Just watch your feet, baby/don't lose your head
We'll stick together, baby/and we've got fr
1. . If you have not yet seen this film, then I highly recommend you do so. In fact, given that you are economically privileged enough to have Internet access which enables you to read this post, I would say there is simply no excuse for not having seen or not intending to see this film. Unless, of course, cinematic entertainment happens to go against your religion. Then, and only then, would you be exempt. Because
Slumdog Millionaire is simply the greatest film all around of the year 2008.
I
...At, least, that's what it feels like.
I'm talking about the fierce glow of self-assurance and determination that vitalized me four days ago. Then, I strode like a man on a mission, unstoppable, clear of eye. Today, I am a husk, shuffling along, confused, afraid.
I need help. Come this weekend, I will seek it out and be healed. The Project must go on.
-BC
I'm sick and tired of accomplishing nothing being self-defeating being spiritually restless being lonely for no reason being subject to every little external force in my life feeling like half a man not having a clear direction not being the person I would like to be. I have decided to start being proactive. I want to change.
This isn't the first time I've attempted to grow as a person. The first try went bust after three months and I'm not entirely sure how to prevent the same thing happening
OK, I don't know what you would call it. Not quite full-blown "mystical," and definitely not anything I would consider "paranormal." A kind of "enhanced normality," perhaps?
First, as evidenced by the previous entry, I stayed up past midnight posting my latest LEGO artwork. Then, I continued to deprive myself of much-needed sleep, alternating between MOCing, surfing the Net, and 'shopping a photo of said artwork until my eyes painfully refused to cooperate. When I finally went to bed around 2
So I finally did what I've meant to do ever since moving into the Flagship: invited a few of my friendses over for a housewarming. Being an unrepentant MOCist, my biggest challenge was turning the swamp of LEGO pieces in my room into a space more conducive to a social gathering. Long-time readers may recall the last time I wrote about a similar situation. The results this time were not so good -- in fact, they looked abysmal. I found myself almost hoping people wouldn't show up at all, and save
I knew this latest Epics contest was going to turn out some gems, but I never expected anything on the level of Tolkien's entry, Unknowledge. READ IT OR REGRET NOT READING IT FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. So there.
-BC
Ta-da! Surprised? Yup, I entered the contest. Just squeezed in among the last few stragglers before the deadline. And I shouldn't have, really.
Really. I'm kicking myself for entering this contest. Because it ate up hours upon hours of precious time that I could have spent either sleeping or doing something useful. So here, feast your eyes on the latest spectacular product of my miserable, foolish existence!
Hello! I am picking up a vibration in the Ether... Aha! My audience is now vag
starting a fad No, I'm not. Just trying out a little idea I had on the spur of the moment. Idle hands. . .
You know how, back in preschool, they had you trace out your hand on a piece of construction paper or whatever? The hand-tracing thing is such a basic staple of the human learning process, I bet you any kid would do it spontaneously even if they'd never been shown the concept. Or at least, short of tracing their hand, they'd naturally discover the archetypal appeal of the handprint.
