gwax's rumblings

I just came up with what I think is a good first line for a book and a not quite so good second line:

“Our parents used to ask each other if they remember where they were when a man first walked on the moon or when the Berlin Wall fell; we used to ask each other where we were when the World Trade Center fell; now, if we can find anyone to ask, we ask where we were when the world ended.”

“I remember where I was when the world ended; I was in a McDonald’s, and I didn’t even like McDonald’s.”

This is further art sketched on my N810 while idle in life. I’ve always found griffins (which I apparently can’t always spell correctly) to be fantastically cool mythical beasts, right up there with hydras, I’d say. This image is of a griffin up on high observing its savanna hunting grounds. I kind of feel like griffins, were they to exist, would have been native to Africa; you could say that my landscape in this image has African savanna influences (ish).

First off, I have to admit that I don’t know why I decided to give this file a filename of “SkyzCastle” except that it must have seemed appropriate at the time that I made it. I’m about a month behind on posting images so I really can’t say what my motivations were at the time. This sketch is, I would say, ok at best, but I am trying to adopt a policy of posting my art here. In case it isn’t clear, this is a castle on a mountain top that is under siege/assault from balloons and ornithopters.

Another image from the department of sketches that I’ve made on my N810 while passing time *cough*in meetings*cough*. This, as should likely be obvious, is a sketch of a lighthouse on a cliff above some rocky waters near some relatively peaceful ocean waters. Enjoy.

This is a small sketch of a person sailing a small boat that I made on my N810’s touchscreen while passing some time recently. I’m rather pleased by this little sketch so I thought that I’d toss it up here.

I’ve come up with a wonderful new passtime for when I to get bored in class or otherwise during the day, writing nonsense. It’s a ton of fun to write and then it’s kind of fun to read, although it lacks more than very short range coherence. Here is a short excerpt:

…to soon coon moon toon buffoon interpretive dance romance chance clance manse rancid meat spontaneous generation swirl twirl curl divergence charge up a hill at the enemy who has entrenched in the superior position no matter we have more troops and your dog is expendable or perhaps your dog is expandable mandible click-clack giant ant flying into the mantis spongiform boast defeat in the realm of the manifest destiny collapse from sense to gibbering like four golf carts which we eat to cut down on excess protein put the spoon in your mouth…

Maybe I’ll put more up later, but for now it serves to illustrate a point. Of course, feel free to call it crap, it very well may be, but I enjoy the act of writing it. It’s mainly just word play and random word association mixed with a bit of stream of consciousness.

I was rooting around my hard drives looking for amusing things to play with and I came across a couple of things I wrote in the past. One night I was driving around at 3 AM and then wrote me up a short little thing that I called At 3 AM. Another one I found was something that I wrote about having a Bad Day where one or two bad things happened to me and then I exaggerated a bunch of other stuff on top of it. The third, and last, thing that I found was something that I started writing which was meant to be an experiment in writing with a lot of side phrases in Parentheses.

I make no assertions about the quality of these compositions, but the first two are kind of fun and the third is kind of different. So yeah, stuff I wrote; enjoy.

Suddenly it came
I want to have a taco
With guacamole

For those of you that get the reference, I appologize; to the rest of you, I also appologize. This entry exists for two reasons, the first is to put “1… 2… 4!” somewhere else on the internet (it has already shown up in the webcomics Underverse and Ketchup Popsicle) and the second is to give you all a good example of how broken my sense of humor really is.

So here it goes: “1… 2… 4!” is my favorite joke. There is no more to the joke; what is in quotation, is all that there is. If you don’t get the it, your only real option is to think about it until you figure out what makes it so funny or just give it up as not funny. There is no additional context and it is only an inside joke insofar as a few of my friends also find it humorous. Chances are pretty good that you don’t get it, won’t get and will just end up irritated with me. It’s just kind of surrealistic that way.

And yes, I am serious, this is my favorite joke.