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.