Showing posts with label facepalm. Show all posts
Showing posts with label facepalm. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

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.

Monday, February 27, 2012

I May Break Something.

Storm of obscenities.

I saved the finished second chapter to the my U drive at school. And not to my hard drive. Which means: No freakin chapter 2.

Facepalm.
 Ugh. It's called Fledgling, and it recounts when Harowhin first tries to change into an owl. But since he is a mixture of Sre'Caill and Human, he can only spawn talons and wings he cannot flap. How are these useful? You'll see.

I may or may not start chapter 3 tonight, Strangers, if I can curb my anger. Otherwise my monitor will end up with my size 13 foot jutting out the backside of it, and that's usually not good for technology.

So, I suppose I may as well inform you of some things about the story. Well, more specifically, songs. Songs are going to be an important power in the world. When you sing a song correctly, you feel the power welling up, and at the finish it releases. This isn't some kind of gust of wind thing. This is like a thunderclap that will turn your front gate to splinters and make your mommy cry for her mommy. They're going to be pretty epic.

Also, songs will contain histories and other things, like in the end of chapter 2, Tayeth sings to Harowhin:

Koya, gold, and ashen-berry
Makes a strong man from wary
Lotus, hoss and eagle oil
Makes a treas'nous man loyal

Things like that. Keep in mind that not all songs have great powers. If a song is ended and released early, it isn't as powerful. Imagine that thunderclap making you sneeze. The reason that these will be a great element is that they aren't silent, which doesn't help most of Harowhin's activities (which involve stealth). 

I'll stop blabbering. Chapter two, up tomorrow. Promise. If I'm alive.

This here:

Is an Adam extractor from the Bioshock series. My friend and Co-Author, Blondie, has offered to make me one. If I buy 2 ancient gas pumps. 

I'm tempted, but seeing as Panera bread hasn't called me back yet, I'm still jobless and have no gas in my car! Can you see the smile on my face?!

Speaking of Bioshock, Bioshock: Infinite has me all jazzed up. If you haven't read anything about it yet, you have to. It's going to be totally different.


It looks steampunk (which I am totally obsessed with) and colonial. You can smell the awesome, like bacon cooking.

Now, I have to go and eat my ravioli before my stick of a sister voraciously chokes it down. 

Never ever touch a man's food.

@ever.