http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/102248-Nickelodeon-Greenlights-Steampunk-Sequel-to-Avatar-The-Last-Airbender
EVERYTHING IS BETTER FOREVER
Sunday, July 25, 2010
But Then
http://www.escapistmagazine.com/news/view/102248-Nickelodeon-Greenlights-Steampunk-Sequel-to-Avatar-The-Last-Airbender
EVERYTHING IS BETTER FOREVER
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
In Which The Author Has A Run-In With A Juvenile Gecko
There is a teeny tiny gecko who will not leave me alone.
I've named him Charles. He's about an inch long, and incredibly inquisitive.
He's been running around my desk area and staring at me for about an hour now. Every so often he inches forward up to the edge of my desk, cocks his head, gauges the distance, shuffles his feet a little and springs onto my leg.
"Well hello! What are you doing here, little guy! I'm not your natural habitat!"
I gather him onto a little piece of paper and set him down on my desk again, and in three minutes he'll do it again.
He just did it again. This is getting silly. Has to be the fifth, seventh time he's done it.
By now he has to recognize what's going on. I set him down maybe two feet away, he runs down the book and to the corner of my desk where he observes the massive chasm. Then he sneaks along the edge of my desk with his head craned over until he's close enough to jump on my leg.
He's getting gusty now. Making bigger jumps, from farther away. Then he runs up to the top of my knee and poses until I gather him up and start him off again.
I like to think he's just practicing his jumping.
He just did it again.
I want to like, feed him. Find his parents. "This little scamp gone missing, madamn gecko?"
Get off that DS gecko. You can't even use a stylus.
....This is getting absurd.
Edit: I moved my knee away, and now he's just sort of right there at the edge of my desk, going "Uh....I thought we had a deal, bro. What gives?" NO GECKO IT IS TIME TO GROW UP AND EAT BUGS GET OFF OF ME.
Anyway I had a real post but it was dumb so instead you got to hear about Charles the Gecko. There are pictures and shoddy videos on my phone but I'm un...clever at getting them off my phone just this second. And by me I mean Samsung sucks.
Damn it Charles it is time for you to leave the nest. Stop making me sit awkwardly. If you jump on the chair of my arm I will relocate you.
Oh right real post. Uh um.
Mos Def is gonna be on Maui on the 23rd. I guess I'll be at a wedding instead. Oh well. Usually blatantly religious songs irk me. Mos Def is an exception to this rule!
....This is a real post now, right?
I've named him Charles. He's about an inch long, and incredibly inquisitive.
He's been running around my desk area and staring at me for about an hour now. Every so often he inches forward up to the edge of my desk, cocks his head, gauges the distance, shuffles his feet a little and springs onto my leg.
"Well hello! What are you doing here, little guy! I'm not your natural habitat!"
I gather him onto a little piece of paper and set him down on my desk again, and in three minutes he'll do it again.
He just did it again. This is getting silly. Has to be the fifth, seventh time he's done it.
By now he has to recognize what's going on. I set him down maybe two feet away, he runs down the book and to the corner of my desk where he observes the massive chasm. Then he sneaks along the edge of my desk with his head craned over until he's close enough to jump on my leg.
He's getting gusty now. Making bigger jumps, from farther away. Then he runs up to the top of my knee and poses until I gather him up and start him off again.
I like to think he's just practicing his jumping.
He just did it again.
I want to like, feed him. Find his parents. "This little scamp gone missing, madamn gecko?"
Get off that DS gecko. You can't even use a stylus.
....This is getting absurd.
Edit: I moved my knee away, and now he's just sort of right there at the edge of my desk, going "Uh....I thought we had a deal, bro. What gives?" NO GECKO IT IS TIME TO GROW UP AND EAT BUGS GET OFF OF ME.
Anyway I had a real post but it was dumb so instead you got to hear about Charles the Gecko. There are pictures and shoddy videos on my phone but I'm un...clever at getting them off my phone just this second. And by me I mean Samsung sucks.
Damn it Charles it is time for you to leave the nest. Stop making me sit awkwardly. If you jump on the chair of my arm I will relocate you.
Oh right real post. Uh um.
Mos Def is gonna be on Maui on the 23rd. I guess I'll be at a wedding instead. Oh well. Usually blatantly religious songs irk me. Mos Def is an exception to this rule!
....This is a real post now, right?
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Hey. Hey guys.
Fffffffuck you guys
I, Ted:" According to the Brazillian National Heritage Bill of '98, every music video to come out of that country has to by law follow a 1:3 culture-to-ass ratio of content - that is, one event of breakdancing/samba/capoeira to three brazillian women's asses.
This is what happens when you leave me, fuckers. Frolicking whores.
Old men playing dominos are considered optional.
I, Ted:" According to the Brazillian National Heritage Bill of '98, every music video to come out of that country has to by law follow a 1:3 culture-to-ass ratio of content - that is, one event of breakdancing/samba/capoeira to three brazillian women's asses.
This is what happens when you leave me, fuckers. Frolicking whores.
Old men playing dominos are considered optional.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Ugly Dance
Etid: light skin food air metal sex misery fire mushrooms webs ships torture beer frog spikes bleach violin ink crags sodomy money wings colorberries gods chainsaw bones puzzles babies concrete shellfish stilts entrails snow darkness isthisadream?
This is really the song that started it all.
Fucking Pendulum.
Too long! Too long chained down rendered floppy and molten useless.
Finally break free of this terrible and suspicious gravity that pervades this world.
All it took was time, time enough for sitting and waiting and wasting away in all dimensions
things were DULLED. Now I experience everything again, filters are a crutch for those who rely on sanity proper.
Let the mint of toothpaste burning your tongue be as real and visceral as any stolen kiss, any secret touch, let sensation intermingle as it ought to bring out the true in you.
Honestly. Honesty. Honey? Honor. Hone. Home.
I belong here no longer, and it knows it as much as I do. but we have passed the halfway mark together, and now I have freedom waiting at the visible end with laughter and intimacy and my own goddamn food oncemore.
Godshit I am not meant for this environment any longer, you wouldn't try and make a butterfly eat the same milkweed it had to choke down in order for it to make itself poisonous after it had hatched!
What a brilliant metaphor, I did not know, research break in middle of nightscream defiancing tells me caterpillars ingest cardenolide aglycones in order to make themselves poisonous. They are full of poison and it lasts them their whole life. They forcibly ingest enough poison in their pupal stage to give their dangerous orange color merit later on.
Inapplicable metaphor regardless continue.
What it TOOK was other people.
I am not a creator, I am no artist inmyownself I take and warp reflect twist that part and give it back and you will thank me for showing yours corrupted back again.
There was a book when I was a kid of a boy in a magic medievable castle university for mages and he garbled every spell and had no ability of his own but in the end he saved them all by acting as a conduit, an amplifier for their abilities. He was the lens the martyr the observer and focuser required to defeat whatever people couldnt do on their own.
I thought it was very different than usual, anyway, even as a kid.
People need input, I am not unique in this.
Books did it. Books here are shit, so I'm reading all the ones that I once tossed ignored into my narniadrobe. Alternate 1920's synthetic universe in a history noosphere from the future where europe has been replaced with a primordial soup of a rainjungle?
Warping, meandering intensely personal chronicle of a half dozen interweaving modern european drug dealers, fine art restorers, laundromat operators as they attempt to make sense of the juxtaposition of englands insidious past spirits unmaking connections?
Perhaps I have graduated from Dragons into this. Unwittingly.
How these people manage to craft worlds, people, in stunning clarity and originality, stuns me into oblivious worship.
What drives me is astonishment at the accomplishments of others.
Now I just need enough steady influx to maintain this to feed to microsurvive I can emerge as orange and black striped as I can manage.
This is really the song that started it all.
Fucking Pendulum.
Too long! Too long chained down rendered floppy and molten useless.
Finally break free of this terrible and suspicious gravity that pervades this world.
All it took was time, time enough for sitting and waiting and wasting away in all dimensions
things were DULLED. Now I experience everything again, filters are a crutch for those who rely on sanity proper.
Let the mint of toothpaste burning your tongue be as real and visceral as any stolen kiss, any secret touch, let sensation intermingle as it ought to bring out the true in you.
Honestly. Honesty. Honey? Honor. Hone. Home.
I belong here no longer, and it knows it as much as I do. but we have passed the halfway mark together, and now I have freedom waiting at the visible end with laughter and intimacy and my own goddamn food oncemore.
Godshit I am not meant for this environment any longer, you wouldn't try and make a butterfly eat the same milkweed it had to choke down in order for it to make itself poisonous after it had hatched!
What a brilliant metaphor, I did not know, research break in middle of nightscream defiancing tells me caterpillars ingest cardenolide aglycones in order to make themselves poisonous. They are full of poison and it lasts them their whole life. They forcibly ingest enough poison in their pupal stage to give their dangerous orange color merit later on.
Inapplicable metaphor regardless continue.
What it TOOK was other people.
I am not a creator, I am no artist inmyownself I take and warp reflect twist that part and give it back and you will thank me for showing yours corrupted back again.
There was a book when I was a kid of a boy in a magic medievable castle university for mages and he garbled every spell and had no ability of his own but in the end he saved them all by acting as a conduit, an amplifier for their abilities. He was the lens the martyr the observer and focuser required to defeat whatever people couldnt do on their own.
I thought it was very different than usual, anyway, even as a kid.
People need input, I am not unique in this.
Books did it. Books here are shit, so I'm reading all the ones that I once tossed ignored into my narniadrobe. Alternate 1920's synthetic universe in a history noosphere from the future where europe has been replaced with a primordial soup of a rainjungle?
Warping, meandering intensely personal chronicle of a half dozen interweaving modern european drug dealers, fine art restorers, laundromat operators as they attempt to make sense of the juxtaposition of englands insidious past spirits unmaking connections?
Perhaps I have graduated from Dragons into this. Unwittingly.
How these people manage to craft worlds, people, in stunning clarity and originality, stuns me into oblivious worship.
What drives me is astonishment at the accomplishments of others.
Now I just need enough steady influx to maintain this to feed to microsurvive I can emerge as orange and black striped as I can manage.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
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