Well kids, the swimming pool green walls are forever gone. They will be missed. But only by me. And not really because the new walls look twenty times better. But the green walls DID give the house uniqueness and personality! In fact I've never seen such walls in any house before, so that was something. Now they're red and tan. Ba-ding!

Christmas is right around the corner and then it will quickly become 2011. Weird. Fall seemed to pass very hastily and my wedding is approaching. I once read that if you don't wear your seatbelt and you hit something at 20-30mph it doesn't seem very fast, but if you picture yourself hitting a brick wall on a bicycle at 20-30mph it really gives you a new perspective on the effects of that speed! That doesn't really have anything to do with my wedding.

Why isn't the guy from Man v. Food dead yet? I think he throws up after every challenge. That's gross.

We are so stupidly helpless when the power goes out. Unless we want to use gas at risk of explosion or poisoning, then if the power goes out nearly everything we use becomes next to worthless. Can't charge cell phones, can't get communication through TV, radio, or computer (once the batteries die anyway,) can't use heating, heat blankets, space heaters can't even heat up things like rice packs 'cause they need a microwave, can't use electrical lights, can't shower with hot water, and can't wash clothes. Basically we'd need to start fires to get anything useful done.

This is all one sentence.


Romans 1 (New American Standard Bible)

Paul, a bond-servant of Christ Jesus, called as an apostle, set apart for the gospel of God, which He promised beforehand through His prophets in the holy Scriptures, concerning His Son, who was born of a descendant of David according to the flesh, who was declared the Son of God with power by the resurrection from the dead, according to the Spirit of holiness, Jesus Christ our Lord,through whom we have received grace and apostleship to bring about the obedience of faith among all the Gentiles for His name's sake, among whom you also are the called of Jesus Christ; to all who are beloved of God in Rome, called as saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.


You said a mouthful, Paul.

Tonight was pumpkin carving time again. I decided to display the past 3 carving events since I have the pictures.

2+ years ago

My Spider-Man, Ben's Abstract, and Kristen's Scary Face.

Last year 

Megan was... excited.

 

 

My Guy w/ Hair In His Face, Megan's Freak, and Gerie's Sailing Ship

 This Year

My Pirate, Megan's Hello Kitty, Derek's Jack Skellington, and Gerie's Goldfish

I'm going to take a bunch of embarrassing pictures of people. Then I'm going to host a blackmail exhibit. You better come buy your photo before somebody else does!

So the new movie about my Aunt is coming out: Thor. The fact is, I don't think there is a way to turn Thor into a "believable" live action movie. The Dark Knight and Iron Man were fictional over the top physics defying movies, but they tweaked them just enough that the suspension of disbelief held the audience in the stories, even though they were far fetched. The Joker seemed kind of real, he wasn't just a cartoony guy with makeup. He felt like a psychopath. Iron Man's technology was too far out there but at the same time we could almost see it happening in today's modern world.

I don't think Thor, however, will have that ability to take a fictional world and make it down-to-earth enough that the audience buys it. The story is just too comic-bookish. Therefore, my hope is that instead of them trying to make it believable, they focus instead on believable character personalities, believable conflicts within the silly story, and some AWESOME Asgardian warfare. If we can't identify with the story, I want to at least identify with the characters and their problems, and I want to see some serious godlike beings lay the smack down on some seriously huge bad guys.

I want to see this.

A new one in the sketchbook. Click for larger version.

"Sourthern Aliencore"
8.5 x 11
Graphite Pencils from the Dirty South.

I don't know if this is safe to say as a general statement for most people or if it's just me, but it seems like people go into marriage hoping to avoid divorce. And they go to marriage counseling before (and after) they wed, in the hopes that they'll avoid divorce. As if divorce is this ever-present monster looming over their marriage, waiting to come down at the slightest act of adultery or major blow-up.

The reality is, at least for Christians, that divorce isn't even supposed to be an option. It's not something they should fear and try to avoid, because it's not something that should even be available to them. God designed them to come together as one, never to separate in this life, and as Jesus said, “Because of your hardness of heart Moses allowed you to divorce your wives, but from the beginning it was not so."

I suppose our reality is, we're a world of sinful people who can essentially do whatever we want in as much as God allows us. So divorce is an option. But I don't want to go into my marriage believing that. For me it cannot be an option, and I don't want to go into my marriage, "Hoping I don't get divorced." I want to go into it knowing that I won't get divorced. And I'll have to have confidence in my wife that she will believe the same.

(aww, we're so cuuuute.)

Just because macs have gotten better over the years doesn't mean they aren't fun to make fun of. Is it proper to end a sentence with, "of"? Also, does end-of-sentence punctuation go inside the quote or outside, using the example of the preceding sentence?

I'm listening to three new Decemberists songs and they're totally laid back and folky. Not sure if I'm digging it. And folky is a peculiar word. Folk. If I ever wrote a folk album I would call it, "Brian vs. the Folkcano." (see, that time I put the end-of-sentence punctuation INSIDE the quotes. I'm not being consistent at all.)

The other thing I tend to wonder (not that there was a first thing) is, have I actually gotten better at spelling over the years, or have I just started using browsers that spell-check for me? Now I'm paranoid that Firefox is the source of my alleged intelligence and it's all just an illusion.

I should probably stop eating food that kills people.

That's all for now.

There’s many who’ll tell you they’ll give you their love,
But when they say "give" they mean "take".
They hang ‘round just like vultures 'til push comes to shove
And take flight when the earth starts to shake.

Someone may say that they’ll always be true
Then slip out the door ‘fore the dawn,
But I won’t leave you hanging on.

Another may stay 'til they find someone new
Then before you know they’ll be gone,
But I won’t leave you hanging on.

No, I won’t won't be that someone.

And come what may, I won’t abandon you or leave you behind,
Because love is a loyalty sworn, not a burning for a moment.
Come what may, I will be standing right here by your side,
I won’t run away, though the storm’s getting worse and there’s no end in sight.

Some talk of destiny, others of fate,
But soon they’ll be saying goodbye,
But I won’t leave you high and dry.

'Cause a ring don’t mean nothing if you can’t haul the weight
And some of them won’t even try,
But I won’t leave you high and dry.

I won’t leave you wondering why.

And come what may, I won’t abandon you or leave you behind,
Because love is a loyalty sworn, not a burning for a moment.
Come what may, I will be standing right here by your side,
I won’t run away, though the storm’s getting worse and there’s no end in sight.

And storms will surely come,
But true love is a choice you must make and you are the one.
That I have set my heart to choose
As long as I live, I swear I’ll see this through.

Come what may, I won’t abandon you or leave you behind,
Because love is a loyalty sworn, not a burning for a moment.
Come what may, I will be standing right here by your side,
I won’t run away, though the storm’s getting worse and I see no end.

Come what may, I won’t abandon you or leave you behind,
Because love is a loyalty sworn, not a burning for a moment.
Come what may, I will be standing right here by your side,
I won’t run away, though the storm’s getting worse and there’s no end in sight.

The new WACOM logo offends me. It genuinely offends me. It is, hands down, the most atrocious logo I have ever seen, and it irritates me that it's being used by a company who sells drawing tablets to DESIGNERS. Tablets that are for drawing so you don't have to use things like powerpoint or ms paint to make your logos!

I know the 2012 Olympics logo was bad, but it is a beautiful work of art compared to the WACOM logo. Somebody needs to put a stop to Wolff Olins work (their website is atrocious too, by the way,) and put an end to this destructive design behavior before it gets out of control! I don't want a future filled with logos plastered everywhere, which were designed with pathetic software in under five minutes! With no thought towards balance, colors, structure, or appeal!

Now, not all of their work is bad. The New York City logo is just whatever. Nothing special but not unappealing. I mean they do some ugly things with it, but the design itself is just fine.

And the idea of the AOL logo intrigues me, to have an invisible name on a white space background, only to be made visible when something passes behind it. Much of the things that pass behind make no sense and can be ugly or stupid, but the idea is interesting.

Unilever looks good.

But WACOM? Really guys??

Psalm 46

 ¹ God is our refuge and strength,
       an ever-present help in trouble.
² Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
       and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
 ³ though its waters roar and foam
       and the mountains quake with their surging.
       Selah
 ⁴ There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
       the holy place where the Most High dwells.
 ⁵ God is within her, she will not fall;
       God will help her at break of day.
 ⁶ Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
       he lifts his voice, the earth melts.
 ⁷ The LORD Almighty is with us;
       the God of Jacob is our fortress.
       Selah
 ⁸ Come and see the works of the LORD,
       the desolations he has brought on the earth.
 ⁹ He makes wars cease to the ends of the earth;
       he breaks the bow and shatters the spear,
       he burns the shields with fire.
 ¹⁰ "Be still, and know that I am God;
       I will be exalted among the nations,
       I will be exalted in the earth."

 ¹¹ The LORD Almighty is with us;
       the God of Jacob is our fortress.
       Selah

It seems people think of the phrase, "I would die for you," as the ultimate expression of love. I tend to think, however, that, "I will love and serve you selflessly in life," is a far more impacting statement. In the vast uncertainty of death, there is a chance that it will be quick and easy. In the certainty of life, however, the prospect of loving selflessly for what might be years is without question one of the most difficult things a person can do!

This leads me to believe that a husband who truly loves his wife and sticks with her through all of life's difficulties, regardless of how much he gets (or doesn't get) in return, is far more deserving of praise and admiration than a 'hero' who would hurl himself into an oncoming train to save a damsel in distress or take a bullet for a beautiful young lady.



"Love is such a mighty long word."
"Love is easier made than kept."
~The Chariot

THRICE
"The Messenger"

Mark me with Fear and Trembling
Send someone else instead
I know my world is ending
I can't repay my debt

Can I carry such a heavy burden?
Can I move when I am paralyzed?
I see a fire behind a heavy curtain
I lean in closer and I close my eyes

Kiss the coals; breathe in smoke
And I say, "Here I am, send me."
Lifts my soul, free and so unafraid
"Here I am, send me, send me."
Free and so unafraid
"Here I am, send me."

Mark me with fire and send me
Among the living dead
They cannot comprehend me;
I watch the sickness spread

How can they hear me when their hearts are hardened?
How can they see me when they close their eyes?
So they can tell that I'm an easy target
A wooden saw is quite a way to die

Kiss the coals; breathe in smoke
And I say, "Here I am, send me."
Lifts my soul, free and so unafraid
"Here I am, send me, send me."
Free and so unafraid
"Here I am, send me."

"Here I am, send me."

Stumbled upon my log from my four days of living out of a car in Ferndale, WA.
Also see the photos I took on the trip here.

Day 01: Thursday

• Woke up in car. Raining outside. Not too cold in here though.
• Read Bible. Now making plans for what's next.
• Brushed teeth at McDonald's bathroom. ( o_O ) Got McDouble and water for breakfast. "I'm lovin' it." Haha..
• Went around using camera. Not but four to six pictures later is said low batter. Confused! I charged it before we left! I don't understand.
• Found a coffee shop and plugged in phone and camera. Bought hot chocolate so I wouldn't feel bad about using their electricity. Now feel bad about spending my money. 16oz. Hot chocolate: $2.75. Dang. Don't wanna do that again. Now waiting for stuff to charge.
• Wish I had brought a book to read. Right now I suck at drawing. That happens sometimes.

--

• At  the animal park waiting for camera to charge again. Frustrating but oh well. Very happy to have a camera at all. Got some awesome shots of the turkeys! Think I'll trek back to the tartus (Rav 4) soon.
• Pretending I'm Dr. Who. Complete with umbrella. Need sonic screwdriver though.
• These smoked chedder / Monterey Jack Cheezit Duoz are intense!
• I tried to take a short cut back. Had to go through brush that was taller than me. Half-way through I hit a stream too wide to step over or jump across . Didn't want to go around. Rolled up pants and waded through. ICE. COLD. Knee deep! Didn't realize...
• Made it through. Hiked across an enormous field. Then realized my "short cut" ran parellel to the solid dry road I'd walked earlier and it wasn't far from me. ...oops...
• Tired walking back. Shoulders not used to hours of backpacking. Legs sore.
• Stopped at the dollar store for beef jerky and junk food. The jerky says, "Congratulations! In your hands you hold the world's finest Beef Jerky!" I laughed because it came from the dollar store.
• I'm tired of rain.
• Charged stuff at McD's then took some night pictures.
• Bought a few groceries to last the weekend and now I might read and sleep soon.

Day 02: Friday

• Woke up to strange dreams and noisy garbage trucks. Still kind of dark out.
• Brushed teeth and charged camera and phone at Wood Coffee shop again while reading comic book.
• Spent time with the Lord in Rav 4. Sun is out now. Might sleep more and then see if the buffalo are still at that house Gerie showed me last year. If so, it's photo time again.

--

• It's night now and I'm probably going to sleep in this Best Western parking lot in Bellingham. I did take the buffalo pictures, then went to B-Ham's Best Buy and bought a new camera battery. It works fine now.
• Took some pictures around the Whatcom Campus and then had lunch with Gerie and the two girls she's babysitting.
• Then I got lost and then I went to fairhaven, taking more pictures.
• Now I'm at Bellingham and just got back from a walk downtown. Downhill too. ugh, I'm sore. Sore-ba-dore. I think I'll sleep now.

--

• Got too scared. Too many amtrack cops patrolling the place. Back at Haggen in Ferndale.
• Actually Ferndale scares me too but not as much as Bellingham. It wouldn't be so bad in my car, but I'm in  Gerie's car with no insurance so I'm trying not to encounter cops at all.
• Plus I like the wilderness around Ferndale. Cities have too many people. I like to be in seclusion. I think people scare me more than wild animals. Honestly. Sleep time.

Day 03: Saturday

•  Charged phone and stuff at McD's. Was able to showe at YMCA. Felt kinda weird.
• Parked at Haggen and began adventures. Ended up walking back along road leading to animal park.
• Took pictures in forest and stuff. Also took detour to Fragerance Gardens.
• Glad I did 'cause they had this awesome ridiculously long walkway of wooden planks zigzagging through these really tall bushes and water flooding right up to the edge of the wooden planks. It was like straight out of Myst. And my dreams. And my childlike imagination, heh.
• I couldn't walk the whole thing 'cause it was flooded at some points. It was probably my most favoritest thing I saw all weekend.
• It's been raining all day. I think I'd be dead without Gerie's umbrella, heh.
• Speaking of death, some wet mudy parts of the wooden walkway were slippery as ice and since there were no rails, one slip up would be trouble. So I had to be careful.
• By the time I left the Frag Garden (if only it was really called that.) my legs were exhausted. I'd done a lot of walking.
• I debated taking the road home or heading to the animal park and then the alleged "boat launch" in hopes that there would be another road home from there. ('cause I thought I saw a sign stating that there was?)
• Asked myself if I was a "Planet Earth" photographer willing to risk it all for an awesome photo opportunity.....or a LITTLE BABY!??
• Decided I was a planet Earth photographer and went to the animal park. Could barely walk by the time I got there. So exhausted. Legs dying.
• Sat in the wooden tower to rest. Ate dollar store trail mix. Kwality.
• Stretched out after my search for the "Boat Launch." Thought I found it! But it was a trail to a sandy beach.
• Found a swamp boat!
• Walked shoreline hoping I'd find the boat launch. Shoreline ended. Had to cut a trail through thick forest and prickle bushes to get back to animal park road.
• Wondered if I'd make it or get eaten alive by forest.
• Made it.
• Found new trail and hoped it'd lead me to this mysterious "boat launch" which probably didn't exist.
• Walked forever.
• Rain and wind had picked up. Pantlegs were soaked. So tired....
• Suddenly realized I was on the other side of Thursday's "shortcut!" Realized my "shortcut" through the 7 foot tall weeds and knee deep ice cold stream was right between two solid perfectly good roads, both leading to the same place!
• I'm dumb.
• Decided the shortcut was worth the adventure anyway.
• FINALLY got back to town! Tromped back to the car exhausted, sore, and soaked.

--

• Just drank a caesar salad. Had no fork and didn't want to go get one so I just poured it into my mouth from the bag, haha.
• I'd felt sick from too many pringles and cheez-its, and salad was the only of which the thought didn't make me queasy.
• Supposed to meet Ger at 8:30am tomorrow so I'm going to try and sleep early tonight. For now, it's back to reading I guess.

BLINDSIDE
"The Color Of My Eyes"

Take back that photograph it breaks my heart
And I will wait by the telephone
While the silence pressures my eardrum
I found a black and white with a person smiling sad at me
Now I know can't get back that photograph once it's been seen

Promise you won't let me fall asleep never to wake up
Til my breath is gone don't let the color of my eyes fade
Promise you will find a way through the night while the angels cry
You color your heart blood red love does not fade away

Can't give back that photograph once it's been signed
And I can't stop thinking about your voice
Now it's keeping me up at night
I found myself on a black and white staring back at me
Now I know, can't get back that photograph
It just needs color

Promise you won't let me fall asleep never to wake up
Til my breath is gone don't let the color of my eyes fade
Promise you will find a way through the night while the angels cry
You color your heart blood red love does not fade away

Blood-drop on that black and white
Is the only thing that can colorize these non-colored eyes

Promise you won't let me fall asleep never to wake up
Til my breath is gone don't let the color of my eyes fade
Promise you will find a way through the night while the angels cry
You color your heart blood red love does not fade

Some ideas for you pie makers out there. YOU know who you are.

Gerie: ok think hard about this. if you could go to a store and make your own pie. what would it be? like your dream pie??

Sent at 7:15 PM on Tuesday

me: o_o

uuuhhhhhh

>_>

Sent at 7:19 PM on Tuesday

me: CROCODILE JERKY PIE!!!!

Okay okay, I'll think harder. =\

Sent at 7:21 PM on Tuesday

Gerie: lol honey it has to be something not made out of a animal

Sent at 7:23 PM on Tuesday

me: I don't know, my DREAM pie is just like apple or pumpkin lol. As far as what tastes good anyway. But if I could actually invent my own pie it would be something really bizarre like Apple Meringue or Raspberry Kiwi or something weird like that.

Or Strawberry pineapple!

or Blueberry Vanilla!

lol

Gerie: lol k

me: What do I do, do I have to choose something?

Gerie: you can... or I can choose one of those for you

me: okay. do you want more options? ^_^

Gerie: suree lol

Sent at 7:29 PM on Tuesday

me: Raspberry Vanilla!
Orange Meringue!
Blackberry Pineapple!
Chocolate Orange!
Peach Raspberry!
Chocolate Apple!
Peanut Butter Apple!
Apple Lime!
Blackberry Lime!

Does that suffice? lol

Sent at 7:37 PM on Tuesday

Gerie: lol yes!

I try to be healthier. Then my tooth breaks... Then we end up with three big containers of fancy chocolate and a box of donuts for the front desk people or whoever to eat. So they're readily available for me all night long for a week. *sigh*

Artist: Oh, Sleeper
Album: Son of The Morning
Song: A Banquet For Traitors

Again, I wake to you...
Stand up, these feet are so far from clean.
I'm undeserving of the strength in your arms used to save me.
But years passed when I saw Eve next to me, she's wrapped in low-cut, dripping sensuality.
I remember the host, but it's been so long since we spoke.
He said, "My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish." but I sit at a banquet for traitors
placed here between a thief and a liar.
"Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip..." but I'll make you the god of a liar cause I've been both a saint and a viper.
I'll make you the god of a liar.
I am a lie, just like these traitors that cry for forgiving replies but keep their grips held tight.
Though my eye's on Eve you're ready to bleed as if I'm royalty but I am no king. I am no king.
His life spilled like a tide so divine.
It was a blood soaked feast that never ceased as his veins dripped empty.
With such violent grace, the waves hit my face and in painful clarity I turned fearfully...
"What makes you think you can deserve me?
WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN DESERVE ME?"
My host fell to His knees as paling lips pushed His plea...
"My son, you can hold perfection in your arms if you wish." but I sit at a banquet for traitors, placed here between a thief and a liar.
"Just run and hold perfection in your arms as I slip..." but I'll make you the god of a liar cause I've been both a saint and a viper.
By grace uneven, at the banquet portrayed, through death, this life is saved.
But I am no king! I am no...
"Open your eyes, child, your sea is changing."

My mom said that tonight at the café an alarm was going off outside, so she went to investigate and it was the building next door. She said as she walked out and looked, she saw a teenage kid jumping off the building's overhang and scrambling frantically to get on his bike and get out of there, and mom decided to scare him so she start chasing him and saying, "Hey! Hey you!" and the kid was like, "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!" as he peddled away as fast as he could. Then she said some other teenagers came around the corner in a car a few moments later as the alarm continued to sound, and one leaned out the window and was like, "Man, that's annoying!" and mom yelled, "You're annoying!"

I have the best mom.

I'm a Subway guy now, I went from making sandwiches with a bunch of girls and one other guy to making sandwiches with a bunch of girls and one other guy. But now I just have to wear a hat. If you work at Subway, they expect you to go through hours of online tutorials without paying you (as far as I know) and then they train you again when you come in. So if you're considering getting a job there, be forewarned of that. I don't think there's much they can do or say if you don't do the online stuff though. People are supposed to get paid for their training after all.

Fairy Tales are so bizarre!


The Battle of the Birds_________________

A king's son set out to see a battle, where every animal fought; he promised to bring back to his father the news of who would be the king of the animals that year. He arrived when the fight was almost over, but a snake and a raven still fought. He cut off the head of the snake. The raven, in gratitude, flew him to a castle where his sister lived, and the prince spent the night there. The raven then flew to another castle, where he also spent the night, but the next morning he met a handsome youth, who had been the enchanted raven. The youth gave him a bundle and warned him not to open it until he was in the place where he most wanted to be.

When he was nearing his father's house, he opened the bundle. A great castle sprang up, and an irate giant demanded to know why he had put it there. It offered to put it back if the prince gave him his first son, when he reached seven years of age. Then the prince went out, and opened the bundle near his father's lands. He went into the castle, and found a pretty maid who was willing to be his wife. They had a son, and seven years later, they tried to put off the giant with the cook's son, and the butcher's son, but finally had to yield their own.

The giant raised him. One day, he heard music and found the giant's daughter. She told him the next day the giant would ask him to marry one of her two older sisters, but she wanted him to insist on her, because she did not like the bridegroom he wanted for her.

The prince asked, but the annoyed giant demanded that he clean out the byre, or he would not get his youngest but be killed. He started to clean. The daughter came by at noon, and the prince fell asleep, but the byre were clean when he woke. The giant knew he did not clean it, but set him to thatch it with birds' down. The prince tried to hunt the birds. At noon, the daughter put him to sleep again, and the roofs were thatched with feathers when he woke. The giant knew he had not done it, and set him to fetch down a bird's nest. He tried to climb it and got no more than half way. The daughter built him a ladder of her fingers, and when he got it down, she left her little finger in the tree.

She told him that the giant would ask him to pick her out from her sisters, and the only mark would be that she was missing her finger. The wedding was held and celebrated, and the prince picked out his bride from her sisters. The giant told them to go to rest. The daughter told her husband that they had to flee at once, and they took a gray filly. She left behind slices of apples that answered the giant. Only when the last one had spoken did he realize that they had fled. He gave chase. When the giant nearly caught them, the daughter had the prince take a twig from the filly's ear and throw it behind them: it became a forest. The giant got through it, and they threw a pebble that became a mountain. The giant got through it, and they threw a flask of water that became a wave and drowned him.

The daughter forbade him to let anyone or thing in his father's house kiss him, or he would forget her, but a greyhound leaped up to kiss him, and he forgot the daughter. She stayed in a tree by a well. A shoemaker's wife and daughter, going to fetch water, both thought her shadow was theirs, and thought themselves too beautiful to fetch water. The shoemaker went himself, saw her, and persuaded her to come down.

When she stayed his house, some young men tried to woo her, but she made them stick to the latch so they could not approach her. The shoemaker was making shoes for the king's son, who was to marry, and the daughter persuaded him to take her. She conjured up a silver and a gold pigeon, and grains. The silver pigeon ate them, and the golden pigeon taxed him with what the giant's daughter had done for the prince. At that the prince knew her, and married her a second time.

It is time. If we don't set the styles for this new decade, somebody else will. Then if you want to fit in with the cool people, you'll have to conform! You don't want that now, do you? That's why we have to decide what's going to happen before somebody else does.

Get ready for the 2010 decade!

On Saturday, while we were busy, I put the chili in the microwave and forgot to cover it so it exploded everywhere. Then I flipped a bowl with one hand and it broke on the floor. This was after mom and Megan had spilled stuff, so mom mentioned that things kept happening that day. Right at that moment I looked down and realized I had just put the Chicken Salad mix on the Philly Cheese Steak bun. Then my water spilled all over the prep counter.

It just wasn't my day.

Dear Pride,

You and I have seen a lot of years together
As you know, I have such strong feelings for you
You make my heavy load a bag of feathers
You always seem to know just what I want to do

But things are changing now and we cannot go on
Your temporary fixes have been weighing me down
Every single road you lead me ends up so wrong
You run me off the path and crash us into the ground

You know how much I love you, it hurts to let you go
But I really must consider what is best for myself
Your mansion is so very beautiful, I know
But there’s more to consider in life than your wealth…

If you have any questions about our parting ways
You can find me with Humility, a friend with whom I’m staying
We’re in a modest little home, in which he often prays
So if you come by, please wait and don’t interrupt our praying.

I know this really hurts, please forgive me for this letter
Forgive me for your broken heart and turning away
But I honestly believe that all of this is for the better
I’m sure there are many other people with whom you can stay

And so this is goodbye, now let’s go our separate ways
It’s best you do not visit me or contact me at all
I must ask that we forget each other every time I pray
So please be kind and stay on your own side of the wall

Okay, I’m really going now, these are my parting words
Don’t think of me, I’ll be just fine, and even if I cry
I have new friends to comfort me, and help me to move onwards
So this is it, I’ll take my leave, and say no more—goodbye.

Sincerely, Brian

I love searching for jobs! It's so invigorating! Just kidding. Maybe I'll draw a picture of some samurai today.

So, here in Moses Lake, we've had people shooting out store windows with a BB gun around town. Last June, there had been about 100 shot out, I think, so by now there have probably been up to a thousand or more. Needless to say, the town is quite riled up about the whole thing, and the police are fed up with it as well. They held a meeting a couple days ago, and shared some of their info and plans. They said the shooters are suspected to be somewhere between 16-19 years old, not little teenagers or gangs. They apparently have spies on all the gangs, and teenagers can't keep secrets this long, so had it been one of those, they would have caught them by now. Furthermore, they have assigned people on the lookout, undercover, and they have officers posted at strategic spots, staking out places that get shot on a regular basis. The whole thing would be quite humorous if it wasn't so offensive and inconsiderate. Humorous because they can't seem to catch them, and it's been like a year or more now. If you look at it from the bad guy's perspective, it might be kind of thrilling to be the town shooter, always evading the cops.

...not that I advocate what they're doing or anything...

And now it's time for a song!




This is one I wrote. I apologize for the lack of decent sound quality.


Verse 1:
Hundreds of feet of concrete beneath our feet
As we walk across to the other side
Such a barrier, parting the river
Damming up the water as it stands with pride
We walk
Hand in hand, just her and I
With the sounds of the water like cannon fodder
Crashing below as we walk so high
We lean against the rail, just her and I
She said,
"Let's fall, let's descend to the water below
With this wall between us as we feel time slow!"
I asked why, she said it was something that she needed to do....

Chorus:
She said, "Let's feel the wind against our faces
And plunge to our seperate places
When the water rushes through, dear, I'll meet you
And hold you on the other side

Let's feel the wind against our faces
And plunge into our seperate places
So just say goodbye, and imagine you can fly..."

Verse 2:
One embrace and a single kiss goodbye
We step over the ledge and begin to fly
Such a barrier, between her and I
I feel the wind and begin to cry
We fall
So long and I feel so alone
With the sounds of the water like cannon fodder
Crashing below as I wipe my eyes
Such a lonely abyss and I wondered why
She said,
"Let's fall, let's descend to the water below
With this wall between us as we feel time slow!"
I'd asked why; she said it was something that she needed to do....

Chorus:
She said, "Let's feel the wind against our faces
And plunge into our seperate places
When the water rushes through, dear, I'll meet you
And hold you on the other side

Let's feel the wind against our faces
And plunge into our seperate places
So just say goodbye, and imagine you can fly..."

So I felt the wind against my face
As all my emotions interlaced
All the joy of the freedom I felt
Mingled with the pain this fall had dealt
And I
Closed my eyes, and as my tears began to dry
I imagined I could fly...!

I wish Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton had done more together. I watched Limelight last night, but they only had one scene together, and while it was pretty funny, they were both rather old and the stunts they could do were limited. It would've been better if they had done a whole film together in their younger years. Oh whale.

There are things in my flickr account now.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/brianbridges/

I had a weird dream about being in a Wal-Mart, which turned into a hospital, and I got stuck in an elevator that crashed, so I went through the ceiling into a large room, and I had to bust out like prison, and I turned into a flying person, and there were these bad guys shooting shotguns at other flying people, so I pushed one dude's gun aside so he'd miss, but it hit a baby and deformed its face, and I don't know...it was messed up.

Alright, you crazy kats, I finished my colored pencil art project!


Costume concept art for the final project.


"The Joker vs. The Punisher"

11" x 14" - Colored Pencils

Commissioned art project for my brother and sister-in-law for $500 school money.

Follow this link to see a larger version.
Dun dun dun!