Three Songs On Sunday (Re-blogged)

Re-blogging these three songs on this short Sunday.


Eyrie Of An Aries

Doing some writing and gaming today since I’ll be busy doing my “Day of Service” tomorrow.

Enjoy these three Sunday songs.

I’ll be back on Tuesday.

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5 On Friday: The B-52’s

For this “Five on Friday” post, I offer up five songs by the B-52’s to get the weekend off to a fun-filled start.


Creativity & Cosplay

I have a number of awesome ideas for future cosplay percolating. My creative spark has been reignited and I’ve been sketching out some designs. Quality costume-creators are as difficult to find as quality tattoo artists, but the right ones can work magic if they can see your vision clearly.

My fan-fiction is officially completed so I can start posting some new excerpts. Character development and back-stories are some of the more enjoyable parts of writing for me.

Time for a bit of gaming! I need to re-do the schedule of my live broadcasts for maximum viewing. Some in-game guild-mates are helping out with that.

It’s nice to deal with reliable people, for a change.


3 Songs On Sunday

The weather has been clear and cold over the past few days. Made for some nice viewing of the full moon, but some plants and trees which started blooming too early are now covered with dead blossoms.

This should be the last cold snap of the season in my neck of the woods. There were very few over the winter, thankfully!

I have my writings done; time for gaming. Enjoy these three songs on this Sunday.

Sub Re-Upped

I updated my payment information and renewed my WordPress.

It feels good to pay my own way and not beg money from others.

It takes a special kind of thief and coward to take money from people who can barely afford to take care of themselves.

Nobody is twisting the arms of people who willingly throw money down a wishing well, though.

I guess they get, and deserve, what they paid for.


Good Guest = Good Host

I’m sure that most of you out there have been invited to a party, gathering, or some other social function which takes place in the home of another. These differ from office parties or bar gatherings, as the participants are better-known acquaintances or close friends than are usually present in offices or bars.

When I’m invited somewhere, I like to bring a token of appreciation tailored to the host’s personal tastes. Food or drink of some sort is a fun thing. A gift card is a thoughtful thing as well, so the person can purchase what they wish, when they have the time.

When I have friends over, the only requirement is to be respectful of my home and everything in and around it. You don’t have to bring anything but yourself. An invitation means that you’re good people and can enjoy my hospitality.

That being said, if you show yourself to be a shitty guest, you won’t be invited back. I’ve learned that a shitty host tends to be a shitty guest in any given situation.

Shitty hosts make grand promises and talk about all the great things to expect at their party, but deliver nothing when you arrive. Instead, they expect you to entertain everyone else. They badmouth the guests who leave early, then bitch endlessly about how ungrateful people are.

These are some of the reasons why I changed my mind about wanting to meet any bloggers IRL. When I hit the road again, have no worries. I sure as hell won’t be stopping by.

Some people aren’t worth the time.


Half-Assed Laziness

I’ve seen quite a few examples of this during my search for worthwhile blogs to read and follow.

Blogs which are, essentially, clones of a blog, but with a different name, theme, and layout.

The so-called authors of same are so lazy that they only see fit to re-blog their own content on their other blogs, whilst claiming to be “hubs” for the blogging masses to find each other in.

Talk about half-assed laziness.

If you’re going to be that lazy, then at least try to use your whole ass.

I’m sure that it’s big enough.


Excerpt: Metamorphosis (Re-blogged)

Here’s a re-blog of a bit of my fan fiction. New excerpts are imminent.

Eyrie Of An Aries

*** Author’s Note: Here is another excerpt of my fiction, edited to keep this post short and sweet. ***

The moons shine softly in the glade, casting their light on the statue of the Forest Lord. Behind her, the portal flares brightly, then fades and winks out. Barefoot, she walks towards the statue, which seems to gleam with an inner luminescence of its own. This statue is identical to the one that she saw in the grove before entering the portal, but looks to have been freshly-carved in comparison to its slightly weathered, moss-and-lichen-encrusted twin.

Of course, she thinks to herself. This is the realm of the Forest Lord, under his control and timeline. I am…between worlds.

She stands before the stag-headed stone effigy and gazes for a long moment, taking in the primal grandeur. The powerful build of the demigod as he brandishes his spear; his wolf…

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Motels Monday

Remember the band the Motels? They were big in the 80s.

These three songs got a lot of airplay on the radio and MTV.

They’re still good to listen to.

I love the music that my mind shuffles through when I sleep.


People Are Strange

People are a funny lot.

Some throw shit against the wall. If it sticks, they slap a price tag next to it and call it “art.”

What falls to the floor gets smeared onto paper and bound. A price tag is slapped on it and it gets called a “book.”

Those people consider themselves a success as an artist and / or writer because other people buy their shit.

I suppose it is a living for them. Catering to the lowest common denominator is easy.

Fast food vendors, Wal-Mart stores, NASCAR races and reality shows have their loyal consumers as well.

I’m not one.

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