Wednesday, December 2

Picking up the stick again....


Let's see. A lot has happened since I last sat down to write in here, and pleasantly enough the majority of it has been good. Very good.

Speaking of the last time I visited, I've heard that bulleted lists are the way to go if you want your blog to be read to completion. Silly as I think that watering down a series of interesting points is (to say nothing of directly opposing my dearly-held views on empowering my fellow citizens with knowledge, direction and the confidence to seek their dreams), I will concede to the SEO theory on this one and choose my battles more carefully nowadays. To whit, I'll try to apply said blog advice with a grain of salt and appease my own demons by keeping the infectious stupid of "convenience" and the like to a bare minimum.

To those of you here who do not, for some odd reason or another, know me personally: welcome! For all of you, here's a list of the aforementioned bits of fortune and adventure I found this year. I'm always up for more, so bend my ear sometime and hip me to your brand of mischief, yeah?
(Explore all of the links to receive the grok, or just power through like you're late late late for a very important date. You choose.)
  • First off, this May, I married the woman of my dreams. Sincerely. I am astounded in the enth degree with my life and could go on for days. Most of you already know that.
  • We're buying a house as soon as we find "the one", and to expedite that process, I'll be picking up my camera, my brush and my pen (maybe even at the same time! bends the noodle, don't it?) in the very near future. I'm more than happy to take commissions as soon as the missus sits still for the finishing touches on the 3'x4' piece she's inspired.
  • In my off-hours, I have quietly defied The Fates by gathering together on some regularity *gasp* a small group of healthy, socially-adept, hygienically-capable and uniquely imaginative gamer geeks *no. how is this possible?!* for a story-centric campaign (ie. eff "the rules". we are the stuff of legend.) in a world that is a happy smattering of so many homages and I-wish-I-still-played-that-bygone-character whimsy. I suppose, for simplicity's sake, I could best describe it as Nexus at the core, Shadowrun on top, and Firefly in the gutters, all contained in a sprawling, steampunk snowglobe of (demi?)mortality where sorcery and technology leapfrog in a great viral race to oblivion.


  • The three clever sprouts I've recently and gladly inherited never cease to amaze me with their seemingly innate ability to teach me about the sanctity of innocence and the curiosity that dissolves it; about compassion, open-armed understanding and to keep from taking things for granted. To reflect this, one of the greatest, lessons I'm endeavoring to learn above all others currently, I took the opportunity to try my hand at tattooing. Myself. I think it came out surprisingly good for a one-handed first attempt at something so indelible and unkind to mistakes. Perhaps there'll be more exploration on that front later. We'll see.

  • Finishing up the insurance license courses with a local school is of high importance, too, so I can take my first steps into a much-anticipated career shift for the better. I'm sure that, from time to time, there will be blogging about my trials & tribulations in the exciting world of Property & Casualty insurance, but mostly this blog'll be about new geekiness, some amazing boobies and various other fun bits, don't you fret none!

All these things considered, I'm also considering paying more attention to certain other niche interests of mine, with topics such as "What's the difference between erotica and porn", "What makes a pin-up and where have they gone?", and other throaty proselytizing rants that are best fueled by whiskey and punctuated by firmly gesticulating, cigarette-scissoring fingers. Well, that's how I'll write them at least.

You'll have to come to one of our frequent house events to see them birthed or molded in real-time.

Either way, see you in the 8th Dimension, and hold onto your thrusters!

Tuesday, March 3

A shovel fulla coal...


  • David Peterson, the creator of Mouse Guard, has a blog? Why was I not informed?!
  • Even the genetically-enhanced, reigning king of cute, has his own blog. Ohgod, ohgod, we're all gonna die.
  • Pixar draws on Disney's roots of clever cuteness and impeccable comedic timing in this marvelous short, entitled, Presto
  • "The first touch-screen flexible e-paper has been developed by a team from Arizona State University and E-Ink (the company that makes the technology for Amazon's Kindle and Sony's Reader)."
  • Zombie Strippers has a heart of gold? You don't say...
  • This painting has its own music video, so take that, you nasty, undead exhibitionists.
  • Speaking of the undead, Kobold Quarterly does it up right
  • Oh, and lest we forget another thematically relevant phenomenon in the realm of geek, Order of the Stick explores soul splicing as a nuclear plot option.
  • ... and, to round out the list nicely with a bit if jaw-slacking, saliva-inducing eye-candy, I give you the latest installment of Food Porn

That's all (for now), folks! Get back to work, slackers!

Cheers.

Thursday, October 2

In honor of a dear friend who also flies in her dreams


The Color Brown:
Life Next to the Mekong River, Inside the Fissures of My Vaulted Bedroom,
as written by Miss M. Cartwright



The light is beautiful as it shines through the blinds. I love it here and I hate it here. It brings out another part of me… a quiet part of me. One that likes to roll in the sir of sloth and sit alone in my chocolate-toned cathedral room all day doing nothing and everything without talking to much to anyone except for the words on this virtual page.




I am worried about myself since it is only in Udon Thani that I behave like this. I have no ambitious drive to do anything outside the confines of my bedroom… and the scariest part of all is that I do not complain. There is rarely a word of rebellion uttered in this house from my lips, while the most complicated thing in my life is getting from home to gym to home again and what we should eat for dinner.



I do not think I could live like this for a long time since… well… it would not only drive me into a silent insanity, but I would stop eating. Recently I have even lessened my eating, not quite by dieting choice, but because I am very very bored with the food here, and with the repetition of daily life here and internally fed-up with the quiet, anti-social person I have become while I am currently at this residence.





It is as if I am playing by myself in a fantasy world sometimes full of colored sunlight, and paints half in Thai, half in English and half in whatever language my music is playing in. I am constantly in a daydreaming state where I, guess I could say I have found contentment… but with that find I have begun to lack caring about personal goals, or dreams… instead I am all Pisces here, dreaming the days away and living inside the deepest fissures of my dreams rather than riding there waves into reality and making them come true.



Deep inside these crevasse of cavernous fantasy I seem to be sleeping with my book collection as pillows. My bed is scattered with drawings, novels: fiction and non-fiction the like covering genres from childhood fantasy to gastronomy to sex. When I sleep they bump into my legs since I am too lazy and too dazed to clean up the scattered messes of academia that roam the desolate landscape of my soiled duvet. I am delirious with the wonderment created inside myself, and have no desire to wake from the sleep… even when those fantasies entail writing a resume, and job hunting and predicting, almost certainly that I will get an awesome job soon (back in the states… back home?)… even though I take steps towards reality I am really just treating it all as a board game that I am playing with myself and my vaulted teak wood ceilings.



I need to wake up. I need to run away and out of the caves of my mind and into the sunlight of what I truly am… a desert… of vast epic skies and clouds with charisma of earthquakes… I need to turn into that desert again so that I can fly fast like the wind across myself, onto the next journey, the next goal, the next adventure, the next era of life.