Please forgive my absence from blogging for a bit. I've been taking a hard look at some things in my little micro-verse. I'm starting to really get a sense of what it means to be me. Apparently it involves leaving all my distractions behind, all the while making leaps in making something creative and stellar happen.
I've left my precious World of Warcraft and the time sync called Mafia Wars behind to try to better reach my goals. My goals of bringing the world a new "make believe" hero. I've also found this to be more work than what it seems. I have embraced the cold mistress called research and now feel the electric pain of actual brainstorming.
The thing is, I am absolutely loving every minute of it. Everything is a new challenge, a new experience and lastly, a new me. It's fun now, thinking up new things to share with you, or how we humans fight off demonic ferrets who belch pubonic plague mist bubbles.
Kudos to all of you!
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
A Cleansing of sorts ...
I have to tell you, if I don't release some of this steam, I will begin a rampage of shooting people in the face with a bazooka. (Thank you Mister Cosby.)
People that are all around me have breached my defenses and I can't seem to plug the hole. Have manners totally left Earth, or did I miss the global message that it is now okay to be rude in every social setting?
Interrupting someone when they are speaking. Since when did that become en vogue? "Imma let you finish.", was the coup de grace. Thanks Mister Kanye. Now even in the most smallest work settings, I have co workers who just cannot live life to it's fullest extent unless they have interrupted me at least six times a day. Sometimes that number has been reached in a single conversation. Tasty!
How about the person who asks a question and talks over your answer? I love them. I want all of them over for a steak dinner.
I'm sorry, just needed a public venue to vent. Carry on with your normal internet surfing and searching for HTML's of cats firing machine guns and the like.
People that are all around me have breached my defenses and I can't seem to plug the hole. Have manners totally left Earth, or did I miss the global message that it is now okay to be rude in every social setting?
Interrupting someone when they are speaking. Since when did that become en vogue? "Imma let you finish.", was the coup de grace. Thanks Mister Kanye. Now even in the most smallest work settings, I have co workers who just cannot live life to it's fullest extent unless they have interrupted me at least six times a day. Sometimes that number has been reached in a single conversation. Tasty!
How about the person who asks a question and talks over your answer? I love them. I want all of them over for a steak dinner.
I'm sorry, just needed a public venue to vent. Carry on with your normal internet surfing and searching for HTML's of cats firing machine guns and the like.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Captured
Day six of the infestation from the stars. The growing numbers of outanders seems to grow by the day with no end in sight. Local government says to stay calm and when applicable, be courteous and hospitable. I doubt that this "invasion" sized army of "explorers" is anything but searching. The technology they posses seems rugged and deathly. One could surmise that our flesh could withstand an attack, but I doubt our wings could.
"Surgeon Witsu?" a soft, deep voice calls from just outside my study chambers.
End journal entry:
Psionic encrypt code : Luna Skall
Path : Ballistic
Vessel: Wistu Fennick
"Medna, please do not call me that. Witsu, Fenn Wits, or even Wit-nnick is better than "surgeon". It has been two tri lunar cycles since that title has been soo erroneously placed on my brow. It is soo ... alien."
Medna's strong build trying to maneuver through all the glass tubatures in my chambers is still amusing to me, though I never willingly tease an old friend. Let alone the next in line for Warrior Expona. Medna's prowess on the battle realms is legend. Legend enough to carry the mantle of the elite battle tasker of all the Soompa Territories. More than that, he is my friend. My life long brother mate.
"Alien?", he offers. "An odd choice of description considering the current affairs. You know, this meeting between us and ... what do they call themselves again? Hulam Eens?".
"Human Beings. From -"
He quickly scoffs,"Not important Surgeon Expona. What is of most paramount importance brother mate, is that we do not, by NO means allow for this open negotiations to continue. They do not come in peaceful tones. Their scent reeks of deceit, anger, greed and violence. They are the harbingers from the young ones tales. They are makers of death Witsu and we are their hosts!"
He plates his words with a warning scent that singes my nasal cavities.
I place my hand on his large shoulder and try my best to calm him and myself down. It doesn't seem to work. I am scared, and for the first time that I can remember, so is he. My wings sends out a high pitched shudder.
He begins to chortle. "Please Mighty Surgeon, do not flutter gas in front of the Hulmian Bens tonight. It makes for bad politics."
"As does your facial hole!", I retort.
We laugh for a short break and than Medna helps me don my Surgeon Robes and sceptre.
The journey towards answers from the Humans starts tonight.
"Surgeon Witsu?" a soft, deep voice calls from just outside my study chambers.
End journal entry:
Psionic encrypt code : Luna Skall
Path : Ballistic
Vessel: Wistu Fennick
"Medna, please do not call me that. Witsu, Fenn Wits, or even Wit-nnick is better than "surgeon". It has been two tri lunar cycles since that title has been soo erroneously placed on my brow. It is soo ... alien."
Medna's strong build trying to maneuver through all the glass tubatures in my chambers is still amusing to me, though I never willingly tease an old friend. Let alone the next in line for Warrior Expona. Medna's prowess on the battle realms is legend. Legend enough to carry the mantle of the elite battle tasker of all the Soompa Territories. More than that, he is my friend. My life long brother mate.
"Alien?", he offers. "An odd choice of description considering the current affairs. You know, this meeting between us and ... what do they call themselves again? Hulam Eens?".
"Human Beings. From -"
He quickly scoffs,"Not important Surgeon Expona. What is of most paramount importance brother mate, is that we do not, by NO means allow for this open negotiations to continue. They do not come in peaceful tones. Their scent reeks of deceit, anger, greed and violence. They are the harbingers from the young ones tales. They are makers of death Witsu and we are their hosts!"
He plates his words with a warning scent that singes my nasal cavities.
I place my hand on his large shoulder and try my best to calm him and myself down. It doesn't seem to work. I am scared, and for the first time that I can remember, so is he. My wings sends out a high pitched shudder.
He begins to chortle. "Please Mighty Surgeon, do not flutter gas in front of the Hulmian Bens tonight. It makes for bad politics."
"As does your facial hole!", I retort.
We laugh for a short break and than Medna helps me don my Surgeon Robes and sceptre.
The journey towards answers from the Humans starts tonight.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Change of digs!
Well my little slaglings, as do the seasons change such is my blog. The last month or so has brought on monumental changes in my life, on and offline. The embracing of my dreams has become a hunger I can no longer deny.
As a young sapling, I helped my dad on the weekends doing construction, ie: exterior and interior stucco work and the like. Yet this was not and is not the trade I ever wanted to enter. Nineteen years ago, I entered the wheel and tire wholesale business, and never looked back. Smattered betwixt the years, I played congas at a professional level and was considering this as a creative outlet for me. This was not to be.
The one constant in my life from seedling to tree, was my love for the geek arts. I mastered the comic kick from wu dang, the crouching Atari hidden Nintendo system, and I'm proficient in the ancient art of Star Wars foot fist way.
For years I kept this love of Geek-Fu hidden, deep down. But no more! I am fully embracing the tao of my inner fanboy. I have recently started work on a project that will feed my long time love affair with comics, fantasy, anime, on line gaming, and midgets. (Damn! I loves me some midgets!)
You will see the name "Mar.Key Studios" come up more frequently. That's my house of ideas, (along with my pal and awesome artist J.Key) that will pumping out some fantastic works of epic proportions.
I will post updated information of our progress and links to upcoming site. Also, I will post new Blog-Fu short stories here. First up will be a story of a village of the damned and a holy swordsman called, "Boneblade".
Anyhoo, I wanted to keep all my sea monkies of evil informed of the goings on of me and my ... GEEK-FU!
As a young sapling, I helped my dad on the weekends doing construction, ie: exterior and interior stucco work and the like. Yet this was not and is not the trade I ever wanted to enter. Nineteen years ago, I entered the wheel and tire wholesale business, and never looked back. Smattered betwixt the years, I played congas at a professional level and was considering this as a creative outlet for me. This was not to be.
The one constant in my life from seedling to tree, was my love for the geek arts. I mastered the comic kick from wu dang, the crouching Atari hidden Nintendo system, and I'm proficient in the ancient art of Star Wars foot fist way.
For years I kept this love of Geek-Fu hidden, deep down. But no more! I am fully embracing the tao of my inner fanboy. I have recently started work on a project that will feed my long time love affair with comics, fantasy, anime, on line gaming, and midgets. (Damn! I loves me some midgets!)
You will see the name "Mar.Key Studios" come up more frequently. That's my house of ideas, (along with my pal and awesome artist J.Key) that will pumping out some fantastic works of epic proportions.
I will post updated information of our progress and links to upcoming site. Also, I will post new Blog-Fu short stories here. First up will be a story of a village of the damned and a holy swordsman called, "Boneblade".
Anyhoo, I wanted to keep all my sea monkies of evil informed of the goings on of me and my ... GEEK-FU!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Turning points, off ramps or not ...
Sorry to have shunned you, o' matron saints of the blog world. I have been busy with a new direction in my life. I guess at certain times of ones life, all the planets line up and the heavens sing, the gatekeepers smile and open the long thought forbidden doors. As of lately, I skee-daddled my bulbous tuckus through one of those famed portals and am now four by fouring it on weird and exciting terrain.
I'll have to admit, the uncertainty, albeit exciting, is a bit on the nerve racking side.
I want to scream at you guys on the top of bloggeroo mountain on the details, but until I secure the ins and outs of copyrighting and trademarking and the like, I'm as tight lipped as ... well, you make your damn witty comment.
More likely than not, this will be like command central or a new eblogger site.
Until ... wait, watching Pretty Woman, and Vivian just got the boot out of the snotty shop on Rodeo Drive. Cold.
Until I have a new road map to this new exciting road!
A.
I'll have to admit, the uncertainty, albeit exciting, is a bit on the nerve racking side.
I want to scream at you guys on the top of bloggeroo mountain on the details, but until I secure the ins and outs of copyrighting and trademarking and the like, I'm as tight lipped as ... well, you make your damn witty comment.
More likely than not, this will be like command central or a new eblogger site.
Until ... wait, watching Pretty Woman, and Vivian just got the boot out of the snotty shop on Rodeo Drive. Cold.
Until I have a new road map to this new exciting road!
A.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Taco Terrorism and you
Greetings from the outskirts, my fellow purveyors of geekdom. E3 is going down this week, and lots of tasty new swag is being churned out. This is the Mecca of Geekness and the geeks are in full swing, itching on any new tech that will throw them back a few hundred bucks.
The new 360 developments hitting are gonna be pretty nifty. Twitter and Facebook now integrated in your XBox Live experience. Double ownage served up in real time social twi-boxing. Scoring a perfect on some dude with the gamer tag of WampaSlayer, while playing Street Fighter IV, can now be Twitted, to bolster up your geek status amongst the Tweeps.
More to come as the techie goodness flows from the E3 mountain top.
BACK TO THE RANT ***
I found myself in the observation mode this week. Sunday found me in the normal routine, taking my kids home from the "weekend visit". My daughter and I are cruising along, heading to the "Bell" for some quasi-Mexican food. We usually eat at home before we leave, but a viewing of the new Pixar film, "Up" and a bucket of soda pop and a trough of buttered flavored popping corn, filled us up. Dinner was postponed til the last minute run to the border.
We order, fairly quick and make our way to turn number two, (NASCAR STYLE!) Then BAM, stop in our tracks. I wait patiently, until I make my around the corner. With the order window window in my sights, I notice a dark blue Chevy Suburban, just sitting at the check out. At this point, no biggie, maybe a family with a huge bean burrito fixation to feed. I'm cool like December.
Then I see it. The driver extends his hand out, trying to show the Taco Bell employee the wrong food or wrong condiments, or wrong what ever. Seven minutes have passed since my order placing to whats going down in front of me. Two more minutes pass , and the scenario replays itself, out stretched hand, offering a look from a more discerning member of the Taco Team. Three more minutes and the debacle in front of us , is now at an end. New product is being exchanged and the Suburbans brake lights engage, and in gear it goes, off into the distance, to "I gots my tacos, and I'm enjoying me some mild sauce goodness.
That's when my Jerko Bell alarm goes off.
Why do I have to pay for the sins of his inept ordering skills, or the Taco members mistake? The dude in the Suburban, is giving us the UN PC mental finger, by declaring that if his fat butt ain't eating, none of us eat! Screw all of our Enchirito laments, he is in control.
I explain to my daughter, that this is fast food terrorism. Holding other people hostage is wrong. Take your grievance INSIDE, to spare the hungering souls behind you. That's the right play.
Yeah, that's me, Dad extraordinaire. Life lessons even at the local Taco Bell. I don't seek praise, just a nod of remembrance when you get your fast fried McGoodness in an orderly fashion, that could be my kid, taking his burger with no mayo, dripping with extra mayo inside for your dining pleasure.
Well ... until they make Yar's Revenge 2.
Keep yer unit on you!
The new 360 developments hitting are gonna be pretty nifty. Twitter and Facebook now integrated in your XBox Live experience. Double ownage served up in real time social twi-boxing. Scoring a perfect on some dude with the gamer tag of WampaSlayer, while playing Street Fighter IV, can now be Twitted, to bolster up your geek status amongst the Tweeps.
More to come as the techie goodness flows from the E3 mountain top.
BACK TO THE RANT ***
I found myself in the observation mode this week. Sunday found me in the normal routine, taking my kids home from the "weekend visit". My daughter and I are cruising along, heading to the "Bell" for some quasi-Mexican food. We usually eat at home before we leave, but a viewing of the new Pixar film, "Up" and a bucket of soda pop and a trough of buttered flavored popping corn, filled us up. Dinner was postponed til the last minute run to the border.
We order, fairly quick and make our way to turn number two, (NASCAR STYLE!) Then BAM, stop in our tracks. I wait patiently, until I make my around the corner. With the order window window in my sights, I notice a dark blue Chevy Suburban, just sitting at the check out. At this point, no biggie, maybe a family with a huge bean burrito fixation to feed. I'm cool like December.
Then I see it. The driver extends his hand out, trying to show the Taco Bell employee the wrong food or wrong condiments, or wrong what ever. Seven minutes have passed since my order placing to whats going down in front of me. Two more minutes pass , and the scenario replays itself, out stretched hand, offering a look from a more discerning member of the Taco Team. Three more minutes and the debacle in front of us , is now at an end. New product is being exchanged and the Suburbans brake lights engage, and in gear it goes, off into the distance, to "I gots my tacos, and I'm enjoying me some mild sauce goodness.
That's when my Jerko Bell alarm goes off.
Why do I have to pay for the sins of his inept ordering skills, or the Taco members mistake? The dude in the Suburban, is giving us the UN PC mental finger, by declaring that if his fat butt ain't eating, none of us eat! Screw all of our Enchirito laments, he is in control.
I explain to my daughter, that this is fast food terrorism. Holding other people hostage is wrong. Take your grievance INSIDE, to spare the hungering souls behind you. That's the right play.
Yeah, that's me, Dad extraordinaire. Life lessons even at the local Taco Bell. I don't seek praise, just a nod of remembrance when you get your fast fried McGoodness in an orderly fashion, that could be my kid, taking his burger with no mayo, dripping with extra mayo inside for your dining pleasure.
Well ... until they make Yar's Revenge 2.
Keep yer unit on you!
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