Well Guys... It's Monday, have an art cookie!
Monday, May 30, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
What is relevant, is not allways interesting.
So, I'm just going to make a blog post about making a blog post.
Also, you might have noticed that I missed Monday. Sorry about that, I was planning something for next week. :D
So as I've been coming to realize, blogging is something that if you want to do right you need to know what your going to write about before you start writing. Sounds pretty obvious, but it's not as simple as just knowing what your going to be writing about, it's also got a lot to do with planning out the structure of said post.
So, that's interesting.
Anyways, so I guess if you guys wanted to know I'm going to attempt to make art for the next blog post. I think once I get this structured Mondays are going to be stories with pictures and Thursdays are going to be whatever is on my mind. Once I know what you guys like more I will stick with that.
Also, even if you can tell my what you think via some chat deal, feel free to comment, E-mail me, and what have you. Also tell your friends.
So today post was lazy and not very well thought out, clearly, but I was just trying to help you guys get an idea of what I'd like. Which is mostly to know what you like. So yeah. I... I guess I will just be over here doing things.
Also, you might have noticed that I missed Monday. Sorry about that, I was planning something for next week. :D
So as I've been coming to realize, blogging is something that if you want to do right you need to know what your going to write about before you start writing. Sounds pretty obvious, but it's not as simple as just knowing what your going to be writing about, it's also got a lot to do with planning out the structure of said post.
So, that's interesting.
Anyways, so I guess if you guys wanted to know I'm going to attempt to make art for the next blog post. I think once I get this structured Mondays are going to be stories with pictures and Thursdays are going to be whatever is on my mind. Once I know what you guys like more I will stick with that.
Also, even if you can tell my what you think via some chat deal, feel free to comment, E-mail me, and what have you. Also tell your friends.
So today post was lazy and not very well thought out, clearly, but I was just trying to help you guys get an idea of what I'd like. Which is mostly to know what you like. So yeah. I... I guess I will just be over here doing things.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Not all mushrooms make you do the Mario...
I figured I would start off with a story from my youth.
When I was about four, I was playing in the yard of my home. Poking at the mushrooms growing in the grass. My brother, who was sitting on our tree swing at the time, saw this and decided to try to kill his naive younger brother. He looked to me with a smile and announced that if I were to eat one of the mushrooms that I would in turn grow, much the same as Mario does when he eats a red speckled mushroom.
With powerful information like that I decided to not pass such an epic opportunity. Devouring one of these mushrooms would give me the power to stomp all obstacles in my way but three, three would turn me into a beast feared the world round. So I ate them. Three of the tiny little mushrooms growing in my yard. Then I went inside to tell my parents of my grand achievements.
My mother did not seem nearly as amused as I was flustered and disturbed they asked my brother if what I had told them was true. He verified, but made sure that they knew it was of my own devices and he had no part in the decision making process. My mother told my father to go to the local store to pick up something. What he came back with was clearly one of the most amazing liquids this world has ever seen. Syrup of ipecac. They handed me a glass of water and administered the treatment via a dropper. In no time I was heaving, for what seemed like hours.
The odd part during all of this was, I was not in the least disturbed by any of my induced vomiting. I was actually laughing. I was elated for no apparent reason. Vomiting and laughing, I couldn't manage to do both at the same time, but during my breaks it would just get louder and louder.
Imagine seeing your own child curled over the toilet, laughing and vomiting all the while. I'm sure it was mildly traumatizing for them. But for me, it was better then crack. Looking back on such a strange thing, I still have fond memories. Typically you say, we will laugh about this later, but for some unknown reason I was laughing then.
When I was about four, I was playing in the yard of my home. Poking at the mushrooms growing in the grass. My brother, who was sitting on our tree swing at the time, saw this and decided to try to kill his naive younger brother. He looked to me with a smile and announced that if I were to eat one of the mushrooms that I would in turn grow, much the same as Mario does when he eats a red speckled mushroom.
With powerful information like that I decided to not pass such an epic opportunity. Devouring one of these mushrooms would give me the power to stomp all obstacles in my way but three, three would turn me into a beast feared the world round. So I ate them. Three of the tiny little mushrooms growing in my yard. Then I went inside to tell my parents of my grand achievements.
My mother did not seem nearly as amused as I was flustered and disturbed they asked my brother if what I had told them was true. He verified, but made sure that they knew it was of my own devices and he had no part in the decision making process. My mother told my father to go to the local store to pick up something. What he came back with was clearly one of the most amazing liquids this world has ever seen. Syrup of ipecac. They handed me a glass of water and administered the treatment via a dropper. In no time I was heaving, for what seemed like hours.
The odd part during all of this was, I was not in the least disturbed by any of my induced vomiting. I was actually laughing. I was elated for no apparent reason. Vomiting and laughing, I couldn't manage to do both at the same time, but during my breaks it would just get louder and louder.
Imagine seeing your own child curled over the toilet, laughing and vomiting all the while. I'm sure it was mildly traumatizing for them. But for me, it was better then crack. Looking back on such a strange thing, I still have fond memories. Typically you say, we will laugh about this later, but for some unknown reason I was laughing then.
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Getting started, a sermon to the senseless.
My endeavors to make a blog have finally come to fruition. More of, I got this random urge to do something a little more productive then what I was doing. So now I'm sitting here trying to think of what sort of things I will be talking about... Blogging about? Right, well you get it.
So, I'm guessing that this is going to just simply be a place where I bring up current issues. I will post my art, possibly art and words at the same time. Like a picture book. I have been asked by a majority of my friends to do a Podcast as well, so I will be making one. They will also be participating, so be warned.
Anyways, expect to find me going bat shit crazy from time to time. I'll be here, making assumptions and directing accusations.
So, I'm guessing that this is going to just simply be a place where I bring up current issues. I will post my art, possibly art and words at the same time. Like a picture book. I have been asked by a majority of my friends to do a Podcast as well, so I will be making one. They will also be participating, so be warned.
Anyways, expect to find me going bat shit crazy from time to time. I'll be here, making assumptions and directing accusations.
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