Witty Title

Wow, it's been about 2 weeks! Did you miss me? ◄

Awww...

Well, not much has been happening, I suppose. The last two art projects have sucked, and I'm fairly certain that I have lost skill in guitar playing, which is upsetting because I actually learned a really catchy song by Fleet Foxes called False Knight On The Road. I brought my guitar to school today for one of le crappy projects mentioned earlier and people asked me to play. I then proceeded to realize that I totally, entirely and truly suck at guitar. 

------------------------------------------------------oh well.

The job search is going considerably better, as I may get a job at either Jump!Zone with Britt or  at LazerKraze  which is supposed to pay 9 ducks an hour. All the ducks... Either of which would be great, because the last thing I purchased with my own money was a gumball from the mall which, in retrospect, was a poor decision. Iregretnothing.jpg

That's more of a "I don't even care face" but, you guys are just going to have to deal with it.

As far as writing goes, I would love to do some. However, Mrs. Foley is having a jolly old time cramming retarded assignments down my throat, like writing a hippie-america-is-beautiful thing. It actually came out pretty nice, and I'll include it at the end. STILL, I don't like her and her nonsensical "because I said so" attitude. She's like, 7 years older than me, and she looks like a bald eagle. Your authority=none. ↨

I miss my epic fantasy world... §

Anyway, Louisville orientation is coming up, and so is graduation, and so is never having to see anyone from school ever never ever ever never ever again. This, of course, makes me deliriously happy, as most of my classmates can't tell the difference between a shovel and an airplane.

Speaking of class, I have to read Dante's Inferno for A.P. Lit. This doesn't really bother me, except that I got the book. And the cover is in....

My MS Paint skills are over 9000.

A classic doesn't look as epic with a Comic Sans title. Oh well, I'm just a loser.

As far as P90X goes, it's about 5 weeks in, and I've lost 5 pounds... Unimpressive, but I've gained a lot of endurance. I just need to start eating right. Oh, and only break a sweat after 50 pull-ups. No big deal.

Weekly LAWL:

Really, I just wanted to see if GIFs worked. YAY for me!

Spring break is next week, and hopefully I'll be able to show pictures of all the guns I'll be shooting with my brother Corey, who lives down in Florida. He's in the Airforce, and is a lankier, more-ducks-having version of me. I miss the craps out of him. Oh crap... we're leaving right after school Friday, when I'm supposed to hang out with Blondie all day... crap.

"Bang on that keyboard louder Sawyer!" *Music is playing, shower is going, dryer is screeching*

Really, mom. You're just listening for it...

So I smash it out of spite.  ☼

Anyway, it should be a nice break, and I can keep up with P90X because he has it too. And I'll be playing LIVE, hopefully, a little bit. I can't wait for a lot of games this year... But that'll be in the next post. I think my mother's ears will explode if I type another hateful word.

So, I'll leave you with "The Valley by the Lake" and a childish hope you will spread my blog on Twitter or Facebook, and let it be buried under Justin Bieber fever and KONY crap. I'm selfish, love me.

Till next time, viewers,

♥, Me.

Click "read more" to read "The Valley by the Lake"!

Laser Beams

No, this post has nothing to do with laser beams...

Unfortunately. ↨

Anyway, I finished my Inking of SkullKid, and Good news, it's AWFUL!

It's just bad, man. Don't try to say otherwise. The Moon blows. But oddly enough, a girl in my class asked if I was going to keep it. She said if I didn't want it that she would love to have it. What the hell. It's bad, dude... And to top off that sundae of inadequacy, it made me feel like my first ink piece (Dubstep, Boom!) was even WORSE. ◄

Working on Chapter 4. There's just so much going on, like forgetting to sign up for orientation and forgetting to pay for cap and gown and forgetting to get lunch money and worrying about gas and worrying about a job and forgetting to worry about homework and things of that nature.

On an odd note, I saw this movie called Willow at my cousins' house. I didn't actually WATCH it, BUT I've heard at least 3 jokes the past week about it. Aziz Ansari made a joke about it in his stand-up, Psych made a reference, and some weird person who decided to stalk me on Twitter made a joke with it. Is it a good movie? Is it so awful that it's funny? I don't know. But I do know that there is a moody black midget is in it.

On that note, it seems that I should share something with you. The first thing I am forced to endure at school is a class called A.P. Literature. Now, this class is usually pretty cool, as I am into Literature (obviously) and things of that nature.

So last night, we read this quirky little story called "A Good Man is Hard to Find" by some 50's (The second thing to pop into my head after I see 50's is bacon...) lady. It was a tale of this obnoxious family trip to Georgia with their annoying and ignorant grandmother and how they all die. It was meh. But the important thing to know is that the Grandmother called this little black kid a n*****. Seeing the time period and how old she was, it made sense that the Grandmother would say it, as if it were common. This caused some people to have poop baby over the origins of this.

Specifically... well, we'll call her Clora. After about a good ten minutes of wasted time, my teacher, the hipster-poster woman for the world Mrs. Feldman is getting hilariously annoyed. Clora even asks our librarian about the origin of it and when it became offensive. Does it matter?! SERIOUSLY. It's offensive now, and was it ever really a compliment? Can I call you ridiculously hideous? No, it's offensive.

Clora trudges on with questions pulled seemingly from a retards book of retard quotes. She asks our librarian if calling black people colored people was offensive.

#,♦

You gave GOT to be joking me. But it's not over. LATER she tells us that she resents the blood drive going on at school tomorrow for using us. She says they take advantage of us. So, let me get this straight:

Motivating kids to SAVE LIVES through giving blood by getting them OUT OF CLASS and giving them a COOKIE is wrong. 

Through this, I have determined that Clora hates everyone with cancer, and paints with puppy blood every Sunday morning. 

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Sometimes I wonder.

On another note, if you are looking for a cheaper means of reading Pat Rothfuss's series, his second came out in paperback. Check it out here.

Before I go, this is Blondie's new art project.

The words are Gaelic. Yes, the Gaelic word for air is aer.

P90X time, week two. Cake is the enemy.

Uhhhhhhh Please help promote my Blog! Twitter, however despised by me, is a useful advertiser. Just use the hashtag #EclecticismforPleasure and spread the word! I really appreciate it. Also, if someone would let me know which chapter I showed last I'd be happy to put up the next one in anticipation for chapter 4.

"My pet jellyfish are hungry"

♥, Me.

Art, Art Everywhere!

Herro der.

This is the finished piece. I posted it earlier, but I added some stuffs. Also I changed the name to Dubstep, Boom for maximum trolling. The letters are dirty, smears in the soundwaves and more splattering.

Now, I have not been posting everyday. That was never my goal. Yes, I miss you people single viewer, but that's pretty unrealistic. Says the guy who drew a floating skull... Anyway, I think that this weekend I am going to do some writing! This will make my friend Blondie very happy. If you don't keep him happy, he kills your famiry.He's done this to me multiple times. It's not a pleasant thing.

An update on my life? Well, you're so considerate to ask! I've pretty much decided on Louisville. That being said, this is the first time Britt, my girlfriend, will know about this. So, that'll be good. I want to be in the City, and room with Blondie. If blogs had hashtags: #BestYearsEver. On a sidenote, today is day... 9 I believe of P90X.

Oh! Hey, there is going to be a lot of pictures on here, so unless you have (I just spent 10 minutes looking for the word for picture phobia and found that yahoo answers really raises more questions than anything...) some Je ne se qoui... Fear of pictures then.... then deal... the joke's not funny without the word. Dammit.

There's just going to be a lot of pictures. That's what I was going for...

This is the Weekly LAWL!!!!!

Weekly LAWL:

Gotta love Aperture science. You will only get this if you're a moderate nerd. Oh yeah, here's this:  
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Now I thought I would show you guys some of Blonide's artwork, as he is in my Drawing class, and we nerd out over stupid things and discuss things like Could you beat EVERY Legend of Zelda game in one day? because that's important. Seriously, it is. Sidetracking....

Here's his first piece: The Price of Power

And here is the other one he has done: Grimace

Yes, that's the Joker's Face. And yeah, Blondie did a sick job.

Oh, and if anyone cares here is a piece I started on yesterday.

It's SkullKid from The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask.The moon is in the background and his fairy is there next to him. I'm nowhere near completion, so I'll just have to finish it between projects. I think painting is next... That's going to be a disaster. Anyway, if the Moon's eyes look like the Awesome Face, you're right in thinking so. I believe once the moon is shaded gray and the inside of his eyes are totally black, it'll look good. Hopefully.

All the artwork you've seen so far has been Ink and Quill stuff. We've done other projects before this, but since I'm not that bright I didn't think to take pictures of them. I'm a keeper.

If you want to laugh at all the trolling going on with this KONY 2012 stuff, go to FunnyJunk.

If you want to see what books to read next, go to Pat Rothfuss's Blog, and also laugh a little.

This is a large blog post. I'm rather proud, and I'm Captain Obvious. I wish we had narrators to my life. Mine needs to have a really deep voice, and whenever someone is being dumb smash them with a comically large God-Hand when I turn around. Totally worth the murder trials.

I will post for you again soon, pretties.

♥, Me.

Boom, Dubstep!

Hey Everyone! This is one of my pieces I recently finished called Boom, Dubstep! obviously . This picture is from yesterday, and today I shaded the letters a bit and splattered the center speaker more, but this gives you a pretty good idea of it all. I worked long and hard on this one, and I hope you enjoy it. Other pieces will be up ASAP.

About my novel: I'm having some writers block. I'm hoping it will fade soon.

I also need to show you guys the Cut and Paste magazine poem I made called Assume Arrows. Everyone in my creative writing class said it doesn't makes sense, but most of them can't spell Assumption anyway.

To make it, I had to sift through copies of People magazine and I SWEAR TO GOD I lost an I.Q. point or two. How do people read that crap?!

Job? Nope. Still searching. Why will no one call me back?! I just want your money. Give it up.

Anyway, I'll be back tomorrow, hopefully with more Wit and more Original Art Pictures. Till then, imma play The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask.

♥, Me.

Wee Little Update

I hope you had a nice weekend. I did not. But it's selfish to impose my emotions on yours.

SublimI'mAwesomessages.

It is now approximately 75 days till freedom for me. By that I mean I graduate, not turn into a giant Kangaroo and roam the Rockies for eternity. Which would me ridiculous. And by ridiculous I mean totally freaking awesome. Except I couldn't hop backwards... 

I don't know where I'm headed. Ah, some awesome news! Assassin's Creed III is coming out October this year! Watch the video here, good sirs: Le AC3 Trailer  

It's set in colonial America, which I'm kinda nervous about, considering the parkour element. But you have a tomahawk, so you can just see yourself as Mel Gibson running through the woods, hacking Brits to bits. The Patriot... Good movie. 

Um, if you are worrying about my novel, you have good cause. I'm stuck on chapter 4's event sequence, but I think I should have it worked out soon. As for my art, I'll be showing you the fruit of my labors soon. They're pretty cool, if I may say so myself. And I do say so. 

This is a short post, as I have just completed day 6 of P90X and my body is trembling. I will post again tomorrow. Live long and prosper. Also, watch the Big Bang Theory.

♥, Me.

Link Being a total BA.

Maces in Faces

Herro there, people. I have a picture for you.

This is what the Telhan Knights will look like, roughly. Who are the Telhan Knights?

Well I'm glad I forced you to ask that question. They are a group of elite warriors, chosen and trained from youth. They are the White Hand of the Telhan Church, who worship Tovah. These riders are untouchable as far as law goes, as anything they do is sanctioned by the church. As far as fighting capabilities, well. If one of the riders had to somehow magically fight themselves, they would win. Period.

There are 10 of them. At least, 10 that are known. There is one more,one that no one has ever seen and one that none know of save the White Eyes, the high council of the church. They literally have white eyes.Anyway, this secret rider's name is Tedan. Tedan is Harowhin's father. Plus, he's a Phoenix.

Tedan is the 11th rider, and if the White Eyes send him for you, you can be sure you're going to die. There are no rumors of an eleventh rider or stories. None. So, you can surmise that anyone he attacks dies. This is important because he is a Sre'thesu. Even if he is a Phoenix, he's still a Sre'thesu, so the mainland peoples find him disgusting.

The Phoenix blood runs in the Sre'Caill (Owl) lineages. Traditionally, the Phoenix is mated with the strongest female in order for them to become more and more supreme. But the last truly hailed Phoenix ran from his duty to protect when Sre'Se ordered him to help fight the Heaven's war (if this sounds unfamiliar, re-read the little lore story Tovah tells Harowhin). He disappeared, and the blood line vanished. Or so it is thought.

Anyway, Tedan is going to pop up soon in the story, revealing all of this to Harowhin, along with the corruption of the White Eyes and the whole Telhan Church. Tedan is going to train Harowhin to the best of his abilities before... well. You'll see.

"But why is Harowhin just a regular owl if his dad is a Phoenix?" you might be thinking. Because his mother is the Queen of the Empire. Scandalous. That is also why he can only partially change and why it rips his skin and hurts. Very important stuff to know. Now, yes, Harowhin does have Phoenix blood in him, and it does come into use. However, I'll save that explanation for anther post.

More on the Telhan Knights? Well the photo above is basically them, except each use a different weapon. Also, each has a special mount from pure Clydesdale bloodlines. Why Clydesdales? They are slower, true. But they can easily trample a man. There is a song, with 11 verses, 10 sung, 1 hummed, that tells of each rider, his weapon and his mount. I've yet to write this song, but I've been thinking on it for a while.

I was going to write about ketchup today, but I may do that tomorrow. Who knows?

If you have any questions you'd like to ask me, PLEASE DO SO. I'd love to discuss this more. Till next time,

♥, Me.

Slapping Yourself.

I have successfully started this blog. It exists in cyber-space, even if it sits in a little ol' corner, surpassed in it's loneliness only by Myspace.

But I did it. 

I have to give myself that, I suppose. What am I rambling about? Well, I suppose I realized I have some kind of commitment issue. Don't worry Brittany, it's not with our relationship. It's with myself. I tell myself I'll do something, swear to it!, and these are the outcomes:

1. Forget
2. Remember and don't do it
3. Remember and start, then fall into apathy
4. Worry about it all day, then fall asleep at the time I should be doing it
5. Forget about remembering to not forget
6. Remember, but think myself so clever that I'll do it in the morning in A.P. Lit, even though I walk in 1 minute before the final bell rings. 

It's a vicious circle. Seriously, read it sideways and it has teeth.

No, it doesn't. If you did it, smack yourself. If you actually smack yourself comment, so I can laugh at you.

Not like this. That's a bit too much, unless you are really desperate to make me laugh. 

Now, before we delve too deep into obscurity, it's imperative to realize, NO I don't know what I'm going to talk about after this word, or this one, but this one knew because it went with the almost-clever scheme. And if the title told you something, you should know I title it last. I have a phobia of titles, did you know that?

No I don't. Slap yourself if you believe that. Comment if you slapped yourself so I can laugh at you. And there is a title: Slapping Yourself. 

Just before this, I was going through blogger, and bashing my self-confidence, because every 30-something year old dude/dudette had a perky little format, with a cheery header! Mine is only text. And I have not the slightest idea as to how to change it. 

A slight intermission; if you don't like streams of consciousness, then there's a little box you can click at the top right of your screen. If you click it, the page will disappear, but if you do, a Mongolian plumber loses a forefinger. Slap yourself.

The difference between knowing grammar is knowing you're crap and knowing your crap.

Made me laugh.

While I'm blabbering, here's a REALLY cool story by Jonathan Foer called "A Primer for the Punctuation of Heart Disease". It's only about 2 pages long, but it's freaking quirky. I was actually thinking of robbing his idea and putting a Legend on the side of the post-thing and use them in here. We'll see if I do. You know I have commitment problems. Sheesh. 

I love drawing. And steampunk. And other things. But drawing is prevalent here because I am taking Drawing in school. As a senior. It's pretty great. I realized I don't have the greatest drawing fingers in the world. I think my fingers were made to tie knots in shoe laces, but oddly enough, I don't tie my shoes. Anywho, I think some of my Drawings are pretty cool, and once I get them back from my "teacher", I will show them to all of you, my faithful viewers. 

I also read today, after putting my blog up on this Ghetto site called spreadmyblog.com (sketchville of Internet-city), that highlighting things makes more people read your blog. So, this "paragraph" explains this:

Snargleflraglesnagamapoolafloopydoopydootolorddolamiteaghoaklackasnackattackmaphloopy.

Now, onto some almost-business. I have not been called by Panera. This makes me angry. When I get angry, I say mean things. When I say mean things, people throw things at me. When people throw things at me, I have to get surgery. When I get surgery, I turn into a cyborg with a god-complex. When I turn into a cyborg with a god-complex, I blow up the world. So, Panera. If you want the world to remain in existence, I suggest you hire me.

Another topic: I have a nifty idea for a short story about the idealistic 50's, except the father has been feeding his children murder victims for years. It's rather macabre, but that's the fun part. If this idea ever comes into fruition, it will most likely do so AFTER I have finished editing the first five chapters of Harowhin's Story. Which I am close to doing.

I realized that it's so hard to write some of this earlier stuff because I have the whole thing in my head, and can't wait to write certain parts like dafdsgfakusifalisudfha;lisudhfalisdufgalsidufgalsdiyfgalsduyfbalsduiybalf, when alieufhlwieufhalwiuerfhal;iweufha;woeif;awoeirjaw;eoifhja;soifha;dfoiahoi and a;soeifja;iorueha;wirueha;siudfha;sdfioha;sdoifha;sdoifuasdoifua;sdoifuas;eofiu!

Sorry, I had to censor a bit there. Now, I will put up another chapter tomorrow or whenever I blog next. It is about Harowhin's visit to Trades and how he is perceived after the incident at Tayeth's stall last summer. It will mark the beginning of his maturation, and the story will pick up relatively faster from here. Also, I feel the need to inform you that another, VERY IMPORTANT character is going to be introduced soon, named Bursk. You'll find out more about him soon enough, pretties.

If you'd like to laugh, watch this:


If it isn't working, like I predict it won't, type in "Memorable Death #3" and laugh at a great scene from Princess Bride.

Don't forget to spread my Blog please! A budding author needs support, and so does an ego falling to shambles. Help me out, and thanks to my regular viewers for their support. It really makes me happy to receive comments and see my page views go up.

I have to go, my jellyfish are hungry.

Slap Yourself.


♥, Me