Being sick sucks...
That's kind of all I got... Except that I finally came up with a villain for my Athenied story... One at least... He's a Celtic water demon thing... They're weird... I think I'll throw in a few Fin Men too. Don't know what those are? Look it up, they make my head hurt... Freaking drunkard Celts...
That is all.
P.S. It's the Finfolk, not the Finmen... My bad ^^;
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Sleepy Sleepy
I've lurked until my grandparents came. Now I go sleep. Maybe... Everyone snores in this house...
That be all
P.S. It's 12:15 A.M.
That be all
P.S. It's 12:15 A.M.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Hrmmmm...
I don't really have anything to blog about, but I figured I should at least put something since it's been so long since my last posty thing. The new Poke'mon games came out on the sixth. Not that many people reading this care. But they're fun. I got the White version with the black legendary... It's tail reminds me of a bee for some reason...
Hnnn... (Yes, I really did just make that sound) Would anyone be interested in an end of the world story? Except that what I'm thinking about doing is after the end of the world and the world didn't actually end, just civilization as we know it... Basically WWIII has come and gone and the world is a giant ruin. About 100 or so years have passed since the war and the descendants of the survivors are fighting to survive on the barely livable planet. Oh, but during the war there were a bunch of genetic experiments that created living weapons and such. These experiments escaped during the war and after wards they bred with normal humans, but the genetic mutations/alterations are dominant and are almost always passed to the children. Anyways, the people who have survived so far and haven't been reduced to nothing but savage beasts by the mutations and other assorted things all live in small communities and fight off the beasts, abominations, ect. The main character is going to be an original genetic experiment who had actually been... What's it called... Where you're kind of frozen or something and can't age or whatever? Blah... Anyway, the thing keeping her like that malfunctions and releases her into a world where she has no idea what's happened and travels around to try to figure it out, but the survivors don't know much about the past except as stories. So, she wanders for a bit (I'm going to start the story about a year after she's woken up and I'm not going to mention her being an original experiment or any of that stuff) and she meets this group of people who 'adopt' her. One of them gives her the nickname 'Sprocket' because of her skill with mechanics.
That's all I'm going to put up here, but if anyone has any comments, please comment.
That is all.
Hnnn... (Yes, I really did just make that sound) Would anyone be interested in an end of the world story? Except that what I'm thinking about doing is after the end of the world and the world didn't actually end, just civilization as we know it... Basically WWIII has come and gone and the world is a giant ruin. About 100 or so years have passed since the war and the descendants of the survivors are fighting to survive on the barely livable planet. Oh, but during the war there were a bunch of genetic experiments that created living weapons and such. These experiments escaped during the war and after wards they bred with normal humans, but the genetic mutations/alterations are dominant and are almost always passed to the children. Anyways, the people who have survived so far and haven't been reduced to nothing but savage beasts by the mutations and other assorted things all live in small communities and fight off the beasts, abominations, ect. The main character is going to be an original genetic experiment who had actually been... What's it called... Where you're kind of frozen or something and can't age or whatever? Blah... Anyway, the thing keeping her like that malfunctions and releases her into a world where she has no idea what's happened and travels around to try to figure it out, but the survivors don't know much about the past except as stories. So, she wanders for a bit (I'm going to start the story about a year after she's woken up and I'm not going to mention her being an original experiment or any of that stuff) and she meets this group of people who 'adopt' her. One of them gives her the nickname 'Sprocket' because of her skill with mechanics.
That's all I'm going to put up here, but if anyone has any comments, please comment.
That is all.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Why... WHY!?
Yesterday I was driving with my mum to pick up my little brother from school and she mentioned that my dad had gotten tickets for them to go see Josh Groban (I think that's how it's spelled...?) who my mum loves. This got us talking about other concerts we had seen which, unfortunately, led to us talking about the time my little brother burned his arms/hands so my dad took me to the Bob Seger concert they had tickets too so my mum could take care of Sam.
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...
...
I WILL NEVER UNSEE THE THINGS I SAW!
-Curled up in fetal position in corner-
Horrifying things... Horrible things... Old flabby women wearing...
BOOB TUBES
Or as we Americans call them, tube tops.
SHINEY SILVER tube tops...
Dancing...
She almost popped out of it a few times...
WHY!?
I don't think she had worn that thing since she was... Much, much younger...
That is all...
...
...
...
I WILL NEVER UNSEE THE THINGS I SAW!
-Curled up in fetal position in corner-
Horrifying things... Horrible things... Old flabby women wearing...
BOOB TUBES
Or as we Americans call them, tube tops.
SHINEY SILVER tube tops...
Dancing...
She almost popped out of it a few times...
WHY!?
I don't think she had worn that thing since she was... Much, much younger...
That is all...
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Eh...
So I just got back from walking the miniature gold pony (a.k.a. Blue the golden retriever), and I was talking to my 5 year old brother who was standing in my doorway preventing me from closing my bedroom door. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Hey Sam.
Sam: Hi.
Me: I'm trying to close my door buddy.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Can you move please?
Sam: Uh huh. *Doesn't move*
Me: ...
Sam: ...
Me: *Shrugs* Have you had a good day?
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: I love you.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Do you love me?
Sam: Yes.
Me: Can you say it?
Sam: I love me.
Me: ... I need to word things better...
End Conversation
This may not seem like a conversation to most people, but for me and Sam it's as close as we're going to get right now. My little brother's autistic so he can't communicate very well, but he has come a long way... Even if he still wont talk to me much... Talks to mum more... Meh...
Me: Hey Sam.
Sam: Hi.
Me: I'm trying to close my door buddy.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Can you move please?
Sam: Uh huh. *Doesn't move*
Me: ...
Sam: ...
Me: *Shrugs* Have you had a good day?
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: I love you.
Sam: Uh huh.
Me: Do you love me?
Sam: Yes.
Me: Can you say it?
Sam: I love me.
Me: ... I need to word things better...
End Conversation
This may not seem like a conversation to most people, but for me and Sam it's as close as we're going to get right now. My little brother's autistic so he can't communicate very well, but he has come a long way... Even if he still wont talk to me much... Talks to mum more... Meh...
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