Skeevy dude update: he’s trying to get my ex-coworker to find out why I “hate” him, which is exactly what I thought was going on, so I had to...
who is this guy he sounds creepy af
I think I’ve told you...
This is some methodical mentally manipulative stuff.
The mistake people make when they talk about not being able to trust Wikipedia is in the implicit assumption that we could trust encyclopedias as...”
This is a poem I wrote as a gift for my friends, K and A. They love The Sandman comic by Neil Gaiman, as do I (though I’ve only read the first Absolute edition), so I made a poem about it for them. I have another one that I’m still working on, also about a topic I know we each love. I was originally gonna write it down all nice and stylized and mail it to them but I couldn’t find the right materials I wanted so I’m just gonna post it here. Enjoy!
For there is life
And there is time
Beyond the gates
To sweet sublime
Where Dream is yours
And Dream is mine
Where lusted fates
Drink honeyed wine
To swim through stars
In seas thought parched
To fight dragons fire
In castles arched
Through journeys start
Till journeys end
When rest at pyre
Be met by old friend
For there is she
Oh comfort soul
To guide and care
Whom life is made whole
So take her hand
My sister’s hold
And speak a prayer
To spirit old
Just close your eyes
And cast the day
Let go the seam
And fade away
Lay at peace
And clear your breath
May find my Dream
And kindly Death
This is absolutely gorgeous, an amazing gift. Thank you so much. <3 It came at a time that I think we both really needed it, too, and if that isn’t Destiny, I don’t know what is. Thank you.
I often think about getting a tattoo but I’m a giant chicken and afraid that it will hurt, which is odd cause I also want scarification work done and that doesn’t really frighten me much. But I likely won’t get anything like that for a long while.
I used to be the same! I hate needles, so I was really squeamish about getting a tattoo with a tattoo gun, but quite honestly it hurt a lot less than my scarification! I think the constant vibration makes your skin go a little numb after the initial shock of needle-in-flesh, so it was more of a dull scraping feeling, like dragging a sharp nail over your skin while pressing down. Not bad at all, honestly, and a little too easy to get addicted to.
Scarification was a lot worse, especially the hatching, but endorphins/adrenaline are a hell of thing and really make your mind go blank after a while, so eventually it’s more just “warm body parting like an opening flower to beautiful scars” rather than “scalpelscalpelscalpelfuckscalpel.” I think overall my scarification was more visceral and grounding, whereas the tattooing was more of a headrush and a high. That’s just me, but man, I love my body mods.
…I kind of want some facial piercings now…
I’ve been playing a lot of Skyrim and there was one quest I quite liked the backstory of even though it was kinda annoying to go through but I felt like writing a poem about it anyways, so here it is. Enjoy. Or don’t. See if I care.
I walked many a mile
To meet Clavicus Vile
At the Shrine of the old Trickster God.
I knelt and I pleaded
I asked to be heeded
That he might end my dilemma most odd.
I spoke of my daughter
And the horrible slaughter
Caused by her violent curse.
The prince heard my plea
And listened with glee
As I carried on to converse.
I asked to enlighten
How I might stop the Lycan
That once was my sweet darling child.
A dog by his side
And hands open wide
The God so crookedly smiled.
“Such love is pure
I’ll grant you a cure
To end the pain and attacks.”
Beyond my belief
I was filled with relief
Until he gave me an axe.
Winter wanes and wails and wilts and weeps.
Wooden lanes and tails and stilts and creaks.
Frozen rains and hails and hilts and leaks.
Tired pains and pails, cold quilts and peaks.
The sky is grey and dark and dull.
Long you stay and hark the lull.
Chilled whispers play and mark the skull.
In bank it lay, it’s stark from cull.
All snow and ice, everything meek.
Asleep the mice, birds hush their beaks.
Soon quiet and nice but forest still speaks.
The tempered vice that silenced the shrieks.
Buried in frost.
Payed the cost.
Long lay the man from Aust.
Auburn leaves in Autumn seas ask arrantly of all of thee as Autumn’s seen attendently of apple trees with spice on breeze so ascendantly to aid of bees to fly with ease and care of these who carry seeds of unborn needs so each of thee may sleep with dreams made of gentle seams and see away all each of these who speak in ways that leave us all so breathlessly.
What model did you get? Mine is an Acer, just like the one I had before. I really like the quality of their laptops. They often have great specs for a low price.
We got an HP Pavilion dv7. It’s actually nicer than our stand-alone computer. :/
I looked at a few Acer’s, but this one had a nice big keyboard to write on and a nice big screen to color on, so it won. I do like how streamlined and awesome Acers are, though.
Getting a new laptop is seriously one of the best feelings ever. It’s like getting a new toy on Christmas…. a new toy that has Internet access.
It is! And for me, even more. I can finally write anywhere I feel like, without the worry of taking the computer from my wife. Plus, it works with Photoshop, so we can double-up on our comic workload. It’s like a magical worker I don’t have to pay minimum wage to!
Happy Birthday! Older Bibles are interesting to flip through, especially ones from other countries. I have my grandfather’s old Bible hidden somewhere. It’s a bit small, but it opens via a little bronze Cross zipper.
Also, thank you!
I just had some strawberry shortcake, though it wasn’t so much “cake”, as it was just some biscuits I made with whipped cream. Will this suffice as a cake substitute until a proper cake can be located and secured for immediate consumption?
STOP MAKING ME WANT CAKE. Strawberry shortcake is one of my favorites. :(