geoholms: (Steampunk Bearcat)
Yeah, I did that rant about how I should do more long form posts and thoughts and stuff not contained in a tweet....and then proceeded to not post to LJ for a few months.

Know why? Because LJ refused to allow me to make a space between paragraphs without making three spaces in between. And if I dared to actually edit an entry, it took all those spaces out.


*coughs* Yeah, I know a shallow asthetic thing to be bugged by, but I'm a very asthetic person.

Now it seems spellcheck may not be working. *shifts eyes* I'll stay about for now.

Life has been going on. My job sent me over the edge a few times and I'm on the slow search for a new one. I suppose my job isn't is bad as it could be, but still worse than it should be. I feel my sanity being nibbled away by tech issues and having to talk to people on the phone day in and day out.

The quest to become creative again also goes on. Being creative is hard, and I think I took a left turn a while back and got myself lost in the Land of Apathy. Being apathic is needed a bit for work, but it seems it follows me home, making me apathic about being creative and productive. My current quest is to read up on Redwall and get some rough quirky reviews written up for Grander Plans. AKA: a video review project that has been hovering about for a few years now. I've just been lazy in actually doing it. So phase one is: read books. Phase two: write rough drafts of potientially quirky book reviews. Phase three: ? Phase four: Profit? We shall see where that shall go.

Otherwise, my mind has been a mess of thoughts and options that I've been unable to catch properly and corrale into anything useful.

Perhaps someday.

See you about, peeps.
geoholms: (Geo)
Life has been going well these days. Mostly because of my lovely boyfriend. I can’t tell you how nice it is to have someone who will put up with your neurotic insanity.  After almost two years, I can say with confidence that I’m not gonna scare him away any time soon because he likes me for me, and I like him for him. This is a lovely thought that makes me happy.

If there’s anything in my life that is causing me stress, it is not my adorable boyfriend.

The job is another thing. I need to find a new job. End of story. I am fully convinced that my job doesn't even want me to be happy with it and there’s nothing that it’s doing to change it’s current stress levels. So, just need to convince myself to put out the ol’ resumes again and see what I can dig up. My dream jobs would to work in a museum or a small bookstore (or the infamous be an Author)…but may still have to go through a few more IT jobs to get there.

But speaking of “being an Author” I’m trying once again to do: Cut Back on the Internet and Be Productive!

Otherwise known by Code Name: Dingo Ate My Internet.

First week went well.

Second week fell off the wagon.

Third week decided to sleep in a ditch instead of catch the wagon.

Now gonna try getting back onto the wagon to do more of:

  1. Reading (it’s relaxing and nice (mostly)!)

  2. Writing (it’s relaxing and nice (mostly)!)

  3. Drawing (it’s relaxing and nice!(mostly)!)

  4. Other (you know the drill!)

As per usual, this is not the first time that I’ve made such promises. One difference is I have someone in the apartment to guilt me if necessary if I request him to do so, so I should take advantage of that.

The job may suck, but may as making the best of the time I have off (even if that consists of four hours of Netflix viewing each night while I make myself sketch things…it would be better than Pointless Internet Poking).

Yes, this may be the same song, slightly different lyrics, but my muse is a sententious curious, and at least he’s persistent.
geoholms: (Geo Flail)
The last few years any thoughts I’ve felt the need to share with the unknown masses of the Internet has been through Twitter.

Twitter is nice in a lot of ways. There’s only so much of my stupid that can be exposed when I’m limited to 140-character chunks. And since I only occasionally have a thought that is under 140-characters, using Twitter has muted much of my thoughts. If I ever write anything long-form, it inevitably ends up lingering in my Evernote account, never to seen by anyone, except for a rare occasion that I feel like face-palming over past opinions.

I find though that Twitter lacks some things. I think I follow too many people on Twitter, and when someone follows too many people on Twitter, I get fragments of hundreds of people every hour, and very rarely capture an actual detailed picture of any one person’s life. Twitter is nice for catching random details flowing by, but not for capturing an image. From these random details, the public is expected to respond to them, and with the short nature of tweets, it is tricky to always respond to them properly. There’s not as much to respond to, especially when there’s a hundred or so other tweets the last minute which are also clambering for a response.

It’s a dash overwhelming at times.

I’ve found the most successful tweeters are peeps who respond to those people they know outside of Twitter, and on a rare occasion respond to someone else. They don’t worry about responding to the masses, they worry about responding to a group of a dozen or so people who have like interests and opinion, and don’t embroil themselves too much with the rest. Twitter for them is pretty much a chat program, except others can see and attempt to join in if they wish (with mixed results).

I’ve found I’m not good with Twitter. Perhaps I don’t have the personality for Twitter. I think of dozens of possible tweets over the course of a day, but maybe only one or two will make it there, and only if I manage to turn my mind off long enough to now worry about the tweet content too much. I’m a person who grew up on forums and edited content 2-3 times every time I posted. I worry about every little piece of stuff I let loose on the Internet. I never know what the heck it may do. Words are never just words on the Internet. Nothing is ever as it seems.

So why am I now feeling nostalgic for LiveJournal? I’ve said in the past that LJ has the impressive ability to get me sounding cheerful to depressed in the course of two paragraphs. But there was something nice about posting long-form thoughts to a small group of people who may on occasion comment on the thing you didn’t think any person in their right mind should have read. (Seriously. Why? It was me yelling about Rocket Raccoon’s design in the 2008 run of Guardians of the Galaxy. It was terrible!)

I suppose it would be nice to get those words out there again, even if no one comments or reads them, instead of having them lurk in Evernote forever.
Maybe it’s time to take a chainsaw to my overblown friend list and start using LiveJournal again…
geoholms: (Sketchy Geo)
1. Write More
Need to write more stuff. Stories, novels, reviews. Anything besides text messages and internet chats.
How will I do this?
- Daily Writing (250 words a day)
- Buddy system (Find a few friends to write with and do buddy-checks with.)
- Attempt to get things published! (Submit stories, both old and new)

2. Get Job in Salt Lake City
Why Salt Lake City you ask? It's a great starter city: not too big, but lots of things to see and do. Plus, almost all my best friends live there (and lots of potential friends). If I hunker down and dig into the jobs, I'm certain find at least one that will take me in.
How will I do this?
- Reboot resume (If anyone has good resume advice or is willing to do some edits of my current resume, anything would be welcome)
- Send out to more places, more often (I have the horrible habit of submitting to a half dozen jobs, then promptly not submitting to any more for a few months afterward)

3. Loose Ferrets - Continued!
Loose Ferrets has been running for over two years now. However, I fear both the comic and my art style are growing stagnant. Plus, my audience has sorta hit a lull in growth. Things need to be done to keep Loose Ferrets moving forward and upward.
How will I do this?
- Advertising campaign (I have an intro strip scripted that needs to be drawn, which will be used when I do advertising for Loose Ferrets)
- Style development (Just need to keep poking at the comic, trying to make myself a better artist as I keep on drawing. Maybe move to digital. Also, BACKGROUNDS!)
- Script editing (Reevaluate where the stories and characters are going.)

4. Regi Tesla's Untitled Video Blog (Title Pending)
Ever since I've gotten my ferret-otter-weaselthing, Regi Tesla, I've wanted to grow the character more than was possible during furmeets and conventions. I've also wanted to play with my video skills. This may be a question and answer blog. Might just be a series of random skits and music. All I know is at first, they will be hopefully be short and manageable. I may buy a new web cam for this adventure.
How will I do this?
- Consistent filming time (I will film and edit responses at set times during the week. Hopefully form a habit of doing this)
- Collaborators (Maybe get some people to help with scripting, ideas, and filming. Might make it more manageable than a solo endeavour. This would only be plausible if I achieved getting a job in Salt Lake City).

5. Redwall (and Random Other Books) Reading Review Podcast
I've wanted to do a Redwall retrospective podcast for many years now. I think it would be fun to re-read the books I adored so much as a kid and see how the narratives hold up now that I'm older. Ideally, I would like to do this project with one or two co-hosts. This podcast wouldn't necessary only review Redwall books.
How will I do this?
- Find co-hosts (Either people who will be available for all shows, or so shows.)
- Figure out format (Need to find right structure so shows won't ramble too much. Might take a book club format.)

6. Take over the world.
Still working on plan for this.
How will I do this?
- Chinchillas
geoholms: (Sketchy Geo)
I've had thoughts on this topic for a long time. I've been tempted to write them down for a while. I have tried a few times, but has ended up too whiny. (That's why I've moved to Twitter from LiveJournal: personally, I have less risk of being whiny with only 140 characters.)

Life is too short to worry about the Internet.

Don't get me wrong, the Internet is awesome. The Internet is also huge and amorphous and weird and dark and causes people to be much more stupid than they actually are. The Internet is a huge mass of people throwing random thoughts into the void. Thanks to thinks like Twitter and Facebook and e-mail and IM, some of those thoughts are countered with more thoughts ad infinitum. That is the foundation of the Internet.

When thoughts are not countered by other thoughts: this is where some people become personally offended.

Those counter-thoughts (CTs) can be in the form of page views, or comments, or replies, or retweets, or follows. For some people, if they do not get those CTs, it means they are failing at the Internet and they must rectify it by any means necessary.

Sometimes people want those CTs from specific people, such as people they consider "popular" on the Internet. If they get get a CT from one of those "popular" people (such as a follow or reply on Twitter), they count it as a point in the Game of the Internet.

Dose of reality: That Game of the Internet DOES NOT EXIST. All those followers and page views and comments you collect are not points towards anything but some archaic scoreboard in your imagination.

Yes, getting CTs from people is nice. I've been there. There was a point that I thought it brought justification to my existence. I lived in the middle of nowhere, I had no friends in the Real World, and the Internet was my only friend. This was even before I had any real friends on the Internet. I drew art which I thought was amazing. I wrote LiveJournal entries that I thought were poignant.

Spoilers: I was a dumb kid who didn't know how to socialize.

This went on for a few years. I refreshed to check my page views on deviantArt. I posted random comments on forums (because random is funny, right?). I wrote LiveJournal entries and hoped for comments. This went on until I wrote a entry about how I wanted more comments.

At this point, one of my LiveJournal followers (have no idea why they were following me, come to think of it), called me a "comment whore".

This was the bucket of cold water a dumb kid needed at the time. Some might have brushed this off and thought it was someone mean just saying something mean because they were a meanie head. I took it personality. Rather, I took it to heart, and reevaluated my stance on the Internet.

I'm sure I was a dumb kid for years after that point. I'm sure I'm a dumb kid now. In fact, I'm certain I'm a dumb kid now. I still hope to catch the attention of some "popular" people. I still try to chat with a few of them on occasion. I still hope to get follow backs on Twitter. I can be an idiot still.

I try to ground myself in reality though.

I keep reminding myself: Life is too short to worry about the Internet.

Worrying about if certain people respond to certain things in certain ways does nothing. If someone responds: great. But really doesn't matter in the grand sceme of things. The only thing that's gonna happen if you berate someone for not responding is drama. And with drama comes a reputation. And I don't think anyone wants a reputation flavored by drama.

If someone on the Internet does not respond to you it means a few things: either A) they have life and cannot respond to everything B) they can't think of anything to respond to it with or C) they are avoiding you because you kept berating them for not responding to you because of A or B.

I don't think there are many people out there who don't respond with the express purpose of wrecking your life.

I've sent things to people that I regret. I've sent things to people I admire that I really regret.

I understand that talking to people you admire is tricky. I still put my foot in my mouth every single time I go to a convention dealer's room. But remember: they are just Normal People. They aren't different than anyone else except they are perceived to be more talented and therefore more popular than you.

It won't change your life to be friends with the "popular" people. And you're not going to be friends if you try to force yourself into being friends with every single "popular" person you want to be friends with. Friendships are something that happens when they happen. You can't predict a good friendship. I have met supposedly "popular" people who are just really nice people. I have met some who are jerks. I've become friends with a very select few, and always ALWAYS based on if they are a good person rather than if they are a "popular" person.

(On a personal note, I've found that some of the people I've added to my IM list who are "popular" are rather boring to chat with. Or to try and chat with. But my thoughts on instant messaging etiquette are for another entry...someday. I can summarize in saying: if someone doesn't respond to you on IM, IT MEANS NOTHING.)

"Popular" or not, just treat people as people. Yes, there are jerks on the Internet, but that doesn't give you the right to be a jerk yourself. Just because there are untold distances and a cute wolf avatar between you and the Internet denizens does not give you the right to be a jerk. You may be a jerk and not know it, like I was, but you can change.

There is not Game of the Internet, getting counter-thoughts does not justify your existence; just be yourself and be nice, and you might meet some nice people in the process. If you can realize that the Internet doesn't matter that much, you might just be a little happier.

Keep cool peeps.

Like Josh

Dec. 19th, 2010 10:24 am
geoholms: (Steampunk Bearcat)
I wanna be like Josh Groben.

No, that does not mean I want to start singing or have millions of fans ranging from the ages of 10-100. I don't want to have that curly mob or hair or that winning smile or whatever it is that causes other people to be like Josh Groben.

It all depends if you have seen Josh Groben perform live. I did, about four years or so back. I was up in the balcony above, squinting for details. I accepted the music, but it didn't really catch me. He does good music, but I've yet to ever be lured to get an album or song of his. Just not my thing. The thing that struck me about the performance is how much of a geek he was. I don't think I have ever seen someone so utterly geeky on stage before.

He is geeky about the songs he sings, his horrible dance moves, and classic instruments. But in the way I'm using geek here, is I mean in all ways it looked like he legitimately enjoyed what he was doing. He loves being able to do what he does and bringing a little dash of joy to those around him.

I suppose that is something I want to strive for.

I occasionally let my mind wander and look at the talent of others, fawn over it, wonder if I shall ever have that incredible skill, be able to move limbs that don't quite exist in reality to be pushed into poses that do, to be able to draw fuzz and the muscles underneath and to get those maws to open into grand expressions. I go through these moments, almost requesting company of the green-eyed monster, trying to get her to let me say something utterly stupid in public.

I need to be geeky about what I do. I need to legitimately enjoy what I am doing and try to lend a bit of myself to amuse others. I want to be able to present myself without fear and just have fun with what I do. I want to improve in time and just make something that is myself. I want to be like Josh Groben, doing an awkward little dance on stage, for the murmuring snickers of an audience beyond in the shadows.

I want to be me and whatever that might entail. I want to be geeky.
geoholms: (Geo Flail)
I just finished drawing my little Christmas drawing this year...much earlier than Christmas this time. So, the time you've all been waiting for has come.

Who wants a Christmas Card that may or may not make it there by Christmas?

This entry's comment shall be screened so if you want one, come forth with your address and I shall send ye a card. I'll be going to find the materials tomorrow (or tonight) and shall get them organized. So who wants a card? You know it shall be the usual cute/fuzzy sort. Come on!
geoholms: (Clueless Cat)
Ah, I have a tablet which I don't use enough. So I did this. It has no real function...I just did it. should watch LoadingReadyRun.

Sketchy Productiveness )


Mondays are odd.
geoholms: (Badger Reading)
It's the simple things in life that matter. Like having a nice chat with someone over the phone. Or enjoying a mocha peanut butter shake. Or watching a movie straight through without having to get up once.

I'd go into how the Internet is too finicky at times to leave a sincerely nice afterglow, but that would ruin the moment. I think I need more movie nights.

Speaking of which, I shall quickly review two I've rented in the last few days:

The Fox and the Child )

Coraline )

And before all that, called some fellow from a podcast called "Nobody's Listening." Heck, I like the opportunity to call people I only know from ambiguous connections of the Internet. Makes them seem somewhat more real. It's like leaping off a cliff into the unknowns. The falling is when the phone is ringing. The plunge is when a real person answers the other side.
geoholms: (Badger Reading)
Unless I have amazing bout of inspiration tomorrow (which shall hopefully be used in making a good mockup for my final portfolio) I think this NaNoWriMo is dead before its fully passed the gate. I could always switch the story at the last second...but being behind by 5,000 words is a bit much to overcome. And I have lots to do...but I really want to write something...

You know. I'll see what I can do this Friday and Saturday. I might be able to figure out something. On certain Saturday mornings, I've been known to knock up the word count by 5,000 words.

The Job
I got the job that I interviewed for. Oddly enough, it seems that they were looking for someone who had a cheerful and upbeat personality, who was willing to work with others and so forth. It seems really surreal that I got the job actually. I was fully expecting to be plodding around clueless for a semester while I waited for grad school next fall...which I was not looking forward to.

The job itself is "Technology Assistant" and while it doesn't sound like my dream job...
A) I don't even know what my dream job is
B) Sounds like something fitted for my college learnings in Scientific and Technical Communications.

Hopefully I'll be pleasantly surprised in the long run. I'm nervous a bit, because...well... it's a job. And I've had jobs before... but this is a full-time job job.

So, I'll be moving away from my middle-of-nowhere city to the middle-of-nowhere Wyoming. Except its a lot closer to a big city and in driving distance from California.

Well, I guess that all that's left is to get the best grades I can in school and tie up all the loose ends to graduation. Which means I need to hunker down and get all projects done within a month. Which means, I hope, that you won't be seeing me around for a bit. Really. Sure, I might pop up on chats a bit. Perhaps a few pieces of art, perhaps some Twitters, but really...I need to hunker down. I'm at that point of "Holy Badgers...THE END IS NIGH! BACK TO THE DEPTHS WITH YE FOWL INTERWEB BEAST!"

I say this after wasting WAY TOO LONG today clicking without doing anything productive. Don't worry. There's really nothing much due tomorrow. You see, this semester is actually not that bad. Just seems bad at times because of my procrastination. ARGH.


Oh...and would peeps be interested in a Christmas card? I ought to start drawing one now.

And isn't that Reading Badger by [ profile] kyrahlynn in my av awesome?
geoholms: (Clueless Cat)
Well, I best go off to the library and work on projects.

"Why do you need to do that? Couldn't you just stay at home and work on stuff?"

Ur...yes, but I think there's less distractions in the library.

"Dude, you bring your laptop. THERE'S JUST AS MANY DISTRACTIONS."

That might be true, but the atmosphere promotes productiveness. Anyway, I need to write some papers and such that are due on Tuesday.

"Why not do it on Monday?"'s Monday. This is Sunday.

"But you have the entire afternoon on Monday to work on stuff."

Yeah, but that's a shorter period of time that you might expect. Anyway, I have a tasklist of stuff I want to complete today so...

"Perhaps NaNoWriMo?"

If I have time, yeah, but first...

"Come on, you know you want to."

Maybe but I...

"How about just watch a few videos on YouTube, sketch a little bit, and have a nice quiet Sunday at home reading? Sounds like the proper way to enjoy a Sunday."

If I'd actually done this stuff on Saturday but...

"Sunday is the new Saturday, dude. In fact, look at what you're doing now. Just think of how nice it is to chat with me for a little while."


"Come on...come forth...just sit back and relax and..."

*bonk* What have I told you about chatting with procrastination! GET TO THE LIBRARY WITH YE!

Thanks, Ronts. *flees*
geoholms: (ClubGeo)
Alas, this is Saturday, and before I get to actually working on stuff (HA!) here is a meme taken from [ profile] kyrahlynn, [ profile] errant_evermore [ profile] orangejulies, [ profile] bootheel, [ profile] julian_wilbury, [ profile] nqn, and [ profile] oly_rrr (bandwagon anyone?) I am most definately going to be asking random questions to these peeps (good excuse for procrastination! w00t!) and which ever other of these meme's I stumble upon.

"I figured if people were curious enough about my brain babies this could prove enlightening. It also helps develop characters and stories for myself. Don't be afraid to ask about something that bothers you either, like what the heck rewairs are, what is with those swarmy things, or even what my whole "pants" deal is. I will answer honestly because there is usually a reason behind everything I draw/write.

Ask me either a broad question (i.e 'what is the meaning behind this picture?', 'who is your cruelest character?', 'what story is this character from?', 'what is the worst/best thing that happens in your story?') or a specific question/request ('what does ___ come from?', 'why is ___ like that?') and I will answer you. Or you can ask meta- questions like 'what was the inspiration for creating ____?'"

Links for Reference:
devART gallery (the ArtSlam Pieces are good for the more obscure characters.)
Writing Journal - "Loose Ferrets"
geoholms: (Veat)
Another one of those quiet days where I consider that I ought to be doing something and yet it seems like the only thing I really want to do is sit in a corner and read or draw or write for a bit. I am trying to finish up Under the Bed before November comes. I think I shall try to tie it up by means of working on a few pages each day.

Who knows, perhaps I'll surprise myself by actually finishing it tonight...

There is various bothersome things that I need to be doing this next week:

Lo How Fall I Have Fallen Off The Productive Train )

There are other things...I'm certain I shall remember later. So Sunday is Sunday. Mmm...thought I would have something more profound to say. Off to more important things. I'm going to call my Farmer Grandma and wish her happy birthday.

P.S. Do I know anyone in Duluth that I don't know of?
geoholms: (Geo Flail)
Fine Saturday so far. Still gloomy, but getting out and about. Another mascot endeavor. Bowling with families. How did I do? Let's just say I would suck in a game of Klingons vs. Furries. '

w00t! Reduced Shakespeare Company tonight!
geoholms: (Illiam "Bear" Aulkner)
Well, since I'm actually being productive today...shall try this meme...stolen from various...but conceived by [ profile] deadvole

Give me the title of a story I've never written, and feedback telling me what you liked best about it, and I will tell you any of: the first sentence, the last sentence, the thing that made me want to write it, the biggest problem I had while writing it, why it almost never got posted, the scene that hit the cutting room floor but that I wish I'd been able to salvage, or something else that I want readers to know.
geoholms: (Geo Flail)
Good 'gates I am not going on the Internet tomorrow for anything non-college related. And if I do, blast if I don't just limit it to an hour. Sure, the school year is quiet so far but that is no excuse for this amount of generally no will power when it comes to web use.

That being said, when I let myself on (if at all) tomorrow, this meme caught my eye on [ profile] orangejulies and [ profile] errant_evermore journals.

You are an amazing soul of contradictions, you know that?

I prefer enigma.

Ask me my Top Five [Whatevers]. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! Anything goes. I'll post my answers in a new post (either later tonight or tomorrow). You can ask for more than one Top Five list if you want. I ain't picky.

Oh deer...

Aug. 30th, 2009 10:51 pm
geoholms: (Clueless Cat)
Really cannot begin to go over what happened this last weekend. The basics were that I went on an adventure to ArtStreet to the south and hung out with [ profile] kyrahlynn in all matter of activities.

The other bit is about hitting the deer just an hour from home on the way back.

The problem lies that I'm altogether too sleepy to dicuss either in detail at the moment. But, I'll get the needed information out of the way.

A) The trip was totally made of win. :3

B) I'm fine. The driver's side of the car is whacked from where the deer literally ran into it so now I can't open the door. Got home safety and the car is drivable. The deer died instantly, I'm pretty certain. Parents were cool about it.

But that's all I have the energy for for now. More juicy details laaaaater.
geoholms: (Veat)
Ah, the fate of having a 5 am job. It isn't so much the early morn that is bothersome, but rather the "always feeling tired" bit because I'm not good at going to bed early. So I wonder if a longer nap in the afternoon would equalize this problem...or if it would just mess with me even more. Does anyone know how to stay up later and sneak in those hours of sleep elsewhere? Or should I just drag myself to bed at 9ish?

I debate the logic of posting this here. Sounds like something for a psychology or sleep problems forum... I miss morns when I can wake up naturally at 7 to 8.
geoholms: (Default)
*whistles* I ought to say something about not updating my LJ...mmm...nah.

I love how you spin phrases like that.



Ah, well. Getting familiar with bachelor life and finding it oddly over-rated, if only for the fact that I'm just as productive as before. My mind at times makes these grandeous plans and scenery of what shall happen if a certain situation changes and that I'll make it work for the better to grand goals and adventures and buying a ferret as a pet.

Yeeeeeeeeah. Keep telling yourself that. I'm waiting for your sister's fish to die.

I hope that's not related to that Jack Aubrey Cookbook I saw you reading yesterday.

I can neither confirm nor deny.

Work is going well as you would expect. Janitorial is job that's a job that gets ye some money. Early morns, but also out by two. I evens out in the end.

And requires me to use the toaster to find creative ways to wake him up.

Not cool dude to rise to the smell of burning flesh. The nuttiness corrupted my nostrils.

The squirrel's tail was asking for it. I'm moving to the blender and bats tomarrow.

Anyhoo, I have grand adventures planned for at least three weekends in the next two months. Two of them being the first long road trips that I've ever taken alone. It shall require podcasts and musical interludes. Any recommendations welcome on either front.

Speaking of podcasts, Canon Mole Interludes keeps going forth. I think I shall make a habit of it and try and form a format for a writing/creative podcast based on the webzine w/ random interludes. I'll see how that works out...I need to do some research.

Instead of your method of poking a recording for ten minutes, yelling, then saying "I SHALL FEED IT TO THE BADGERS," proceeding to upload it half-baked. Why are you calling your audience badgers anyway?

It's a compliment. Also, need to get myself a studying for GRE and figure out what the heck my plans for After-College are. Jeeze. I should have delayed and switched majors or somethin'. I'm getting through this college thing quite fast. This is only complicated because my true interests seem to skitter for cover whenever I attempt to consider them.

I think a muse sucker is necessary.

A vaccum?

No, a lollypop. Cherry flavored.

Oooooh, that could help with my writing too...which is deplorable these days.

Only because you refuse to show it to anyone, fuzzbucket.

Truuuue...ah, breaks already over...I think this was a productive way to spend it.

Yep. Chattin' with a rusty character of questionable age.

Are you hinting towards your b'day that was...urm...August 7th...oooooh. Yer gonna hurt me soon, aren't you?

You'll never know until you know.

And I know I've read stuff like this from writers and artists tones of times...but its nice to have a retread. I need to improooove. So writers, read that you're not along in the struggle to have time.

Who's Mur?

'gates if I know. I just heard her pie stories on Drabblecast that one, Drabblecast...
geoholms: (Weekly Smug)
Alas, the family has went forth and made it to their destination safely. The house is too quiet, but this was expected. I'm gonna miss the steady action of events happening at all times. *sighs* I need to make plans and set myself into a schedule of some sort, perhaps go to His House again, though I keep managing to burn those bridges. XP They're a nice group and I keep forgetting...

Work is as odd as usual. Those hours are odd...must stop muttering about them. ^^

But the highlight of the day was going to see District 9. Which was, in a word, sobloodycoolnawesome. Vague Spoilers Within )
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