The new blog trips me out, so Im posting this here (In the sea)

Grains of sand slip through
my fingers, memories of lives
I can not return to. Those days
are gone forever, like Atlantis,
they were swallowed by the sea.
All that’s left is me.

Here I stand with empty hands,
waiting for the tide to come,
praying that the waves can take
this life away so I can start anew.
The lessons learned, the laughter
lost, I know I’ve paid my dues.
I’ve given life all of my love,
So where’s the love for me?
It’s waiting in the sea.

In the Cup 2.0

In the Cup has migrated. Don't worry, we're bringing the marmots with us.

International Marmot Day!

I officially declare today the first annual International Marmot Day, a celebration of all things marmot. So get out there and hug a marmot, or let a marmot steal your soul, or do an interpretive dance about marmots (if you choose this option, please film and put on youtube). Celebrate the marmot way of life; bask in the sun, eat grasses and berries, go back in your hole for another two weeks if you see your shadow, scratch your mites and fleas, bite oldschool, use your cute fluffiness to detract from your workings as a minion of the Dark Lord (Sauron, Satan, Voldemort, any other relevant dark lord).
They're swarming like things that swarm!

In The Wordpress? Muti-Post

Alright, so to start off I know a lot of us wanted to switch the blog over to wordpress after our KILN usage. I thought we should wait until Crow was done with school and has the time to learn a couple new tricks and I think that time is upon us. So if Lorigga has the time/knowledge to pull this feat off I think we should make the change. Thoughts on this?

Just read today on Kotaku that Fantasy IV: The After Years is now available on WiiWare as of today for 800pts. It was previously a Japan only cell phone game. I have my points ready and I'm awaiting a review or two until I jump into the download.

E3 has started and already there's been some pretty crazy stuff ranging from 360's new motion control technology to the Left 4 Dead: 2 announcement. I have a feeling this is going to be a nutty expo with a buttload of new games coming out. Can't wait until the other major conferences from Sony and Nintendo!

And last, but not least, here's Bill Maher and his Real Time New Rules for May 29, 2009. Of course he throws in a joke about the pope. When doesn't he?

Painting happy trees with Cyrusse

Something like that anyway. This has been my project over the last day and a half or so. I've been kind of draw-y lately. Yay for new colored pencils!

Alucard

With bewbs! hehe

Stars in the Sky

Stars in the sky were born to shine!
I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine.
The son never gave up, so why
should I? Whether dying in the
gutter, or flying in the sky,
I’ve always managed to shine.

I had to light the way for you,
like the Bible (accept this is true)
I am the word of God before it
was written and after it’s read.
I am the past, present,
future that lives in your head.

Everything that’s ever been,
or will be, is a part of me. Like
the Universe I am the construct
in which you exist, cause in me
lies the code to help life persist,
like gifts on Christmas day to
say I love you Christ,
I love that you sacrificed yours so I could have mine.

RunPee!

Ron found this earlier on Lifehacker, and I thought it was quality enough for blog type sharing. First of all, these guys get points for the term "runpee" for what you do during lulls in a three hour movie after drinking a $5 large soda. Second, it actually looks useful.

Runpee.com is an online database of pee break intervals in movies that are currently playing. They also give you summaries (initially scrambled up as nonsense to avoid unwanted spoilers) of what you'll miss if you choose that moment to pee. I know for a fact that I would not have survived Return of the King if it hadn't gliched right in the middle and created an unintended intermission, so this seems like a good alternative to just not drinking anything before or during a movie.

airconditioned dark
nothing is happening now
time for a runpee

(I searched for images of "fountain drink" and this came up. Awesome. hehe)

Mishearing of the day

"Liar! Killer! Beaver! Back to the river..."
- System of a Down (Holy Mountains, Hypnotize)

So "beaver" was actually "demon," but yeah, I think I like it better with lying murderous beavers swimming around in rivers surrounding the holy mountains. I can "feel their haunting presence." Hehe wow this song just got so much better.

Mr. Beaver swears he didn't do it; he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Reflections on Vegas and Beyond

First let me apologize for not resizing my image. I am hot, I am tired, I am hungry, but I still wanted to post a pic. hehe.

Second, Vegas was insanely fun! I spent way too much money but I had a blast. Drinking, smoking cigars, gambling, living it up! I thought the cuppers who are going to go see Nails in less than a week might like to know how amazing the set list will be! I wont ruin anything but I hope you wont be offended by telling you that he did not play a single song off of The Slip! As much as that offended me (what can I say I love it all...lol) I appreciated it even more because it gave him time to play tons of shit off Downward Spiral that I had never heard live, and lots of stuff off of Broken that I had never live, and lots of stuff off of the B-Side singles (Further down the spiral, Things Fall Apart) that I had never heard live. He is going out with bang folks! He announced it was the last tour as NIN so please enjoy. I thought he was brilliant, I was barely drunk at all for a change, and thus I can remember the entire set list in order. Im happy this time I was able to just let go and absorb every second. I owed it to myself, and to Trent.

Third, about my poetry. Too anyone who read any thank you so much for your time. I just wanted to say that I am not satisfied with these poems in one sense, each one sprang out of an assignment that had to be turned in, and not out of my heart. Now I inserted my heart into them, thats why I was so proud and willing to share, but I dont think it accurately reflects my level of skill when it comes to writing. Ive been working on new pieces, and a fiction short story, Id like to share that with everyone even more so than the pieces for my portfolio, now its fun again, ya know? Thanks for the consideration, I will still be looking at these funky little exercise poems in the future so if you get the chance to comment thats cool, but if not thats cool too, Im ready to move on to the next thing. Im glad to be able to share the experience through the blog. Thanks Lorigga for having the good sense to create this blog and thanks to all the rest of you guys for sticking with it. I have more news and exciting goodies for you all but I'll let those surface at the proper time. Until than Im reading all the posts regularly now that Im not in school. Keep em comin'!

Stabbity doom!

I'm sure some of you have already found this by now. By the way, I actually have an account for this game now (yay for uber discounts!) so you all will have to help me suck at it sometime. I'm halfway decent with engineer and have no clue what to do with the rest.

Special CA Election May 19

Tomorrow I'll be working at the polls again for the California Special Election. Since Lorenzo had wanted to talk with me about it, and we hadn't gotten a chance yet, I figured I'd just make a post here. So this is my limited understanding of what's going on. Our state legislators were fighting for quite some time about the budget. Despite having a decent majority in the state congress, Democrats were unable to get a decent budget passed because of the 2/3's super majority required to pass a new budget. So essentially the Republican minority were able to water down and shit all over the budget until it became a budget that no one really liked on any side. That budget partially passed, but it was necessary that parts of it needed to be approved by an election, because some of the sources of funding are coming from things that CA residents have voted on for other causes. So if these propositions are rejected, state legislators have to go back and rework the budget into something hopefully less crappy and more helpful. Here's Courage Campaign's progressive voter guide:

The MOST EPIC PICTURE today

I promise, this will be the most EPIC picture you see today:




FTW!!!!

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UPDATE



In the comments for the pic above, someone found a picture that's even better.

I'm trying so hard not to laugh....

My final portfolio for CSUN

Well Ive posted all of the poems that I included for my final portfolio. Im baring it all for you guys. I just wanted to show you what Ive been working on for CSUN. Ive been trying to write very differently from my old style, and hope you guys can tell that. Still, the "voice" in the poems, and certain style choices that I used to utilize are still present. Im getting a sense of who I am as a writer. I can recognize my own trade marks like using parenthesis, or the tone, and the images (crows, death, life, Christ, redemption, star light/sun light/moon light) have also remained, even though each one of these poems was written in direct response to a poetry exercise, I am glad that I was able to put some of myself, and my stamp, on each of the poems. Please feel free to leave feedback as I will be editing these still, at this point just for myself as CSUN creative writing has a honor system regarding turning in work that has already been graded. I cant ever submit these for credit in any class, now I get the satisfaction of fixing them purely for the love of the game. I am pleased with the progress the poems have made in just 3 months, and frankly if I never touch them again Im ok with that, but I know that at least a few will be given a second glance. I have my personal favorites but Im eager to hear what yall think, if none of them appeal to you at all I respect that, Ive switched over to a whole new line of poetry and even I feel a little shaky in this new water, but I like the feel of this new ground, as if I were experiencing the sensation of swimming in the ocean for the first time. I will continue to develop and work out my poetry, and I even have plans of returning to more end rhyme oriented sonnets again, but I dont think my work will ever be the same after this class and Im glad to be able to share the end result with you all here on the blog. I hate to take up so much space and time with these posts when perhaps bloggers dont care that much for poetry, or my poetry in specific, but its been a very big part of my life for the last 5 months or so and I thought you all might be curious to see where my head has been at. This life truly is a blessing, love each other, these poems may be about death and despair but honestly they are more about life and hope. Enjoy good friends and smile one time, dont take it so seriously, its all in good fun baby.

Angels (final portfolio draft)

A lightning bolt will cry and sulk
before it leaves the sky behind to
join us here on Earth. Why
do you think it hurts?

Angels weep when witnessing
another baby born. They mourn
because they know (half the time)
we forget our promises to return home.

Awake from sleep and listening
to silence, we hear them whispering
the history of every soul, you know
they say you know.

Their love for us will
never stop, and every drop of rain
forms just one ocean;
they need us to be whole.

Old Joe and Death (Sydny edit/final portfolio draft)

Old Joe and Death (20 little poetry projects)

My pen woke me up today just to tell me I was dying.

Death is a baby that smokes a pack a day before it leaves the womb.
I am his mother.
I hear his insatiable cries to feed the habit.
I feel fresh ulcers growing in his stomach as I inhale more smoke.
When he is born his skin smells like tar
and his face is deep sea blue.

He grows up to be a writer and his fans taste Marlboro every time they read his words. Old Joe up on Skid Row is his biggest fan.
Joe doesn’t know how to read.

Death never buys me birthday cards.
He is straight trippin’ to forget his mother.
The lonely face of Death.

Without me where would he be?
Big Steve-o remembers watching Joe go
round and round like planets in orbit around the sun.
Spit in one hand and want in the other and see which gets filled first.
Even the cold sun robs darkness of its kingdom every day.
Ugly children understand.
La vida no es justo.

Old Joe tells his story to his granddaughter but stops for a moment
to cough blood into a handkerchief.
Old Joe can fly like a crow but he rarely goes very far.

I'm from (final portfolio draft)

I’m from
After Origins by Jeffrey McDaniel

I’m from electric lights that rob the sky of stars
I’m from Bloody Mary in the mirror and ghosts in the garage
I’m from don’t make me knock your teeth in on Thursday
and who wants to go to Disneyland? on Friday
I’m from denim blue Osh Kosh overalls matched with alligator labeled collared shirts
I’m from the kitchen table where my mother called Columbus that rapist son of a bitch
I’m from real Mexicans speak Spanish puto
and my fists in love with crimson lips because English was always cooler
I’m from shouting as porcelain figures of baby angels smash against the floor
I’m from a Dr. Seuss bedtime story lulling me into a sea of dreams
I’m from late Saturday night booze cruising
and early (light hurts) Sunday morning mass
I’m from John Wayne wannabe’s shooting pistols at each other in the streets
I’m from a murder of crows cawing in the park as my father and I fly kites
I’m from Looney Tunes comes on after He-Man
and Super Street Fighter until dawn
I’m from fast cash on the corner with a box cutter in my back pocket (just incase)
I’m from three schools in two years
I’m from soft promises whispered under the Santa Monica Pier to a green-eyed girl
who never believed I had come back to life, even after I showed her my wounds
I’m from familiar handcuffs around my delicate eleven year old wrists
I’m from watch them try and stop me now that I have nothing to lose

I see my reflection

I see my reflection (Corpse I)

As if it weren’t enough that yesterday ended,
(its quick to decompose) water turns to dust,
and my disappointment tastes like lead. My heart felt like
death must feel when it strikes with no guilt.

I love that you still think that I am me.
Peel the scab off of your eyes, let the reality bleed in.
I am a hollow coconut shell. Your hope lingers on like a fine gray thread
wrapped around my finger to remind me not to forget something important.
Being with you is like the life cycle of the grandest red delicious once bitten
and exposed its quick to decompose.

I see my reflection fractured in the ice of a shattered pond, gazing at the moonlight as time ticks away, I can see how the whirly bird of wealth doesn’t always fly. My tongue
pronounces words as if I were brain damaged. I’m in prison and I see my cell melting into a cloud, which continues to float up, like a kite floating in the prison yard to remind the inmates what freedom looks like. My wife comes to visit and her accordion tattoo across her chest has drooped down to her pink painted toes, its tune has grown flat and low. Many men seek for that which they have yet to discover while crimson cheeked cherubs flutter in their heart’s; a symphony of crazy parrots
screaming what has already been said.

Saturday morning

While others swim within
a sea of dreams I sneak
barefoot past the
sleeping giants to
find forbidden treasure.

Its hidden in the
kitchen where my mother
keeps the dishes that
we only use on
Christmas and Thanksgiving.

Delight pours through
me as I pour myself
a colossal bowl of
the Captain Crunch. Sweet
freedom in serving oneself.

I (inhale) tip toe towards
The living room floor to sit and
watch my favorite X-men.
Mutants fly through the sky
shooting lasers from their eyes until

You better not be eating in front of the TV!
I dash back into the kitchen leaving
a trail of milk and tiny pieces of
candy coated cavities behind
me as I go (exhale).

Morning mom. I was hungry
so I… (never was a good liar).
Seeing her sleepy smile,
my body tenses up with guilt as if
I was entering a confession booth.

The new me is becomming (final portfolio draft)

The new me is becoming



old fast.
Like a cherry car that depreciates
in value (is fucked)
the minute it’s driven off the lot.

I’m a collector
of karmaflies and
every time (I feel)
I have enough
I see in the distance two more fluttering desires.
I must have them!

So I enter the night with a dream
catcher in hand,
searching and seeking for
something(someone?) that I know
is waiting
for me,

like white diamond stars in
the black sky whose glow can be seen
throughout eternity.
They are lighthouses guiding blind ships
towards the rocky shore
of knowledge (home).

I’m a collector.
but every time I think I have enough
I see in the distance two more fluttering
about elusively as if to tantalize
(haven’t I been here before?)
This is becoming

old fast.
Must keep moving forward or you’ll
stand still for too long and they will ask for your name.
Than you cant be you anymore. In an instant
you’re a statue, fixed solid in one frame of time.
Remember(what was I talking about again?)

Before this dream began (I was seeking for….)
I’m a collector.