Body in motion

Well howdy there! I'm traveling for Thanksgiving, so I'm sitting at the Seattle airport currently, wishing for a place I could have a smoke to help the 4 hour(!) layover go a bit faster. The day has already included me almost face-planting on an escalator and breaking the heel of my shoe in a separate incident. Ah, holiday travel.

The plane ride was nice, though; I got a little jittery taking off and landing, as it's been some time since I last flew... but coming in over Seattle I had a dreamy view of the city, toy buildings stretching upwards, and along the edge of the fog bank the space needle peeking out like a buoy on a cresting wave. I wish I'd taken a picture, but you'll have to be entertained by some (unrelated but still excellent) videos instead, SO THERE. Now to go try to kill 4 hours without nicotine.

This machine gives backrubs

Where have I been, you ask? Oh, on all sorts of grand adventures. Why, just a few nights ago I was kidnapped by a mad and delightful tribe of wild lesbians. They named me their ambassador and fed me beer and bagels and coffee cake. Life is good!

In other news, my friend X has some plans in the works to get us live-streaming some games in the future -- which I am totally down for. I've been watching through a few particular Let's Play channels that I've really been enjoying (largely the likes of Retsupurae and Supergreatfriend), and I've been toying with the idea of sending the Retsupurae gents a playthrough of some old Sierra games -- so, now that I have a way to capture and record them, that may very well happen!

I also had a t-shirt design up for voting on threadless, but no dice there, unfortunately -- though the number of low votes I received was enough to make me somewhat suspicious that other people will downvote designs just to keep their own design scores high... but  しょうがない

Hope you're faring well out there, fellow creatures.

Spent a week in a dusty library

waiting for some words to jump at me.

We met by a trick of fate;

French navy, my sailor mate.

We met by the moon on a silvery lake;

you came my way, said:

I want you to stay

You -- with your dietary restrictions --

said you loved me

with a lot of conviction.

I was waiting to be struck by lightning;

waiting for somebody exciting,

like you.

Oh, the thing that you do --

you make me go "oooooh"

with the things that you do (you do, you do).

Call it

All the way live

and, every night, the bullets:

flying.

Even if you ain’t dying,

you a traumatized survivor.

When you grow up in a climate of

overriding violence,

you will never get beyond it -- it’ll always be

inside you.

And death?

Just surrounds you:

fallen classmates’ ghosts haunt you,

crime just calls you 'cause

you look

at what you walk through.

Ain’t certain if you’ll make it --

ain’t sure you even

want to.

...

(Tearsandsorrow

blockthesunlight

headlow heartbroke

eyesclosed tonguetied

Waters raise the tide

is climbing

Speeding time the sky is

crying

shots are fired

bombs & sirens war & riots

mourning

in America)

...

Now

that society forgot you, and they locked you

in an obstacle course where nothing’s possible --

if you slip up and they caught you,

they got boxes where they

lock you

make a million dollars off you.

...

They say they built our nation

for a reason --

then they stained it

with the bleeding

of the slaves that never seen it.

I ain’t hating (I still wanna believe it),

and I’m not trying

to leave it,

I just

call it how I see it.

It's cold outside; there's no kind of atmosphere

"Mildred, let's chase that dragon"

(You and me and the galaxy.)

All this love of mine -- / all my precious time

September's been flying right along in my corner of the world -- I have a bunch of correspondence to keep up on right now, Halloween costume stuff, art to work on (as always), and work -- not to mention a plethora of plans and events for the week! I went out on Saturday to the first year anniversary of the Space Bar with some friends and a (delightful) new acquaintance; it was my first time there, and it was a total blast!

I've been mulling some big things over lately, but haven't really reached any sort of conclusion as to where my head's at... I think in the coming weeks I'm going to have to hike up to the foothills with a notebook or something, and try to lay out where I'm going and what my feelings are -- for now it's a little easier to take things day by day, but that only works for so long.
Well, change is always a struggle, I suppose. Now, here's a silly leopard (and some other stuff)!

This empty heart you left me with:

the ribbon on my parting gift.

I'm falling hard

for every yard

of the dream you sold me

dream you sold me

A colorful quiet

Introvert -- an excavator

Oh, for that anything, anything I'll dare

Ho there, internets. It's been a little while. Recent adventures include: having no idea what to say to my family about anything, having no idea what to say to anyone else about anything, and fending off trashed frisbee golfers [horrible details redacted]. GOSH WHAT ADVENTURES THEY WERE. D8

I downloaded a trial version of RPG maker and have been slogging away learning mapping (and trying to piece out game design in general). I can't decide if it's a great exercise for me or if it will slowly drive me mad. TIME WILL TELL, WOT WOT.

Can you tell the caps come out when I'm drunk? If not: oops, busted.

What I'm searching for?

To tell it straight: I'm trying to build a wall.

Walking by myself down avenues

that reek of time to kill.

If you see me keep going -- be a pass-by-waver.

Build me up, bring me down...just leave me out, you name-dropper.

Stop trying to catch my eye; I see you good, you forced faker.

Just make it easy.

You're my enemy, you

fast talker.

I can say: I hope it will be worth

what I give up

Castella feels / Book sandwich / オタク 兵長

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Also whaaat

PWD

How to make Wikipedia perform an impression of the Fonz:

1. Go here
2. Select play from the audio clip on the right

Yup.

"In other words, the organism sucks orderliness from its surroundings"

(Oh hi there; everything's terrible.)

悲しい よ

Grief and ghosts

fff

Ennui and anime

Post title describes my week pretty well.

Yup.

In more interesting news-type...stuff: I can't embed it, but if you want to see -- among other things -- Maisie Williams (aka Arya "Motherfucking" Stark) and Sir Patrick Stewart ("a knight, for god's sake") doing a jump/heel click, then click the following link:
http://youtu.be/HTROgQORCt4

Good stuff.

Well, money has its own way,

And money has to grow.

It grows on human blood and bone,

-- as any child would know.

It's iron stuff

and paper stuff

with no life of its own,

And so it takes its growing sap

from human blood

and bone.

And many a child goes hungering

because the wage is low,

and men die on the battlefield

to make the money

grow.

And those that take the money crop

are avid without end --

they plant it in the tenements

to make it grow again.

The little that they leave for us,

it cannot be a seed.

We spend it on the shoddy clothes,

and every daily need.

We spend it in a minute --

in an hour it is gone,

to find its way, to grow again

On human blood

and bone,

Blood and bone.

Some pics I drew for some folks, and some videos

On Hipsters

Well, we don't understand...

...why you called in the National Guard
when Uncle Sam is the one
who belongs in the exercise yard.
We all got balls and brains --
but some's got balls and chains
at the local dance, at the local county jail. 

Doctor Doctor

Breakfast of champions

Thank you, internet