http://www.etsy.com/listing/70193152/toadie-toad-mushroom-lasercut-necklace <-- My daughter demanded that I buy these for her. MORE SUCCESS!
If y'think it's aweomse that today's the first day of classes for my Education Certificate....GIMME A HELL YEAH!
North_Ranger
Staff member
Likely a minor one as well, but...
Two nights ago when surfing the 'net I turned on my YouTube Favourites playlist. One of the songs I had favourited was the Anvil of Crom from Conan the Barbarian. I dunno why, but listening to that song I decided to do something I had not done in a while. I opened up the wardrobe and pulled out the gun bag where I kept my old practice sword, Violet. I haven't done swordplay in years, always too busy, always too preoccupied with something else...
When I slowly drew Violet from her sheath, it felt like I was holding onto an old friend once more. She's tarnished from disuse, for sure, but to hold her again while Basil Poleudoris' music pounded in my ears... Man, I had to restrain myself from doing a mulinello strike there and then. I would've probably knocked down the lamp had I tried that
In any case, holding the blade in my hands again I started wondering... and thinking. I've been doing a lot of contemplating recently due to what's going on with my health. And the more I pondered, the clearer my decision became.
Once the operation's done, once I know what's going on... I will renew my friendship with the bow and the blade.
I mean every damn syllable in that sentence.
I've been postponing a helluva lot of things in my life, including two hobbies that I fell in love with when I got the chance to try them: Medieval swordmanship and archery. I postponed them because I didn't have time, because I was too busy with my thesis, because I was too busy with my job, too busy dealing with this and that and then some more.
Fuck that.
I don't know what they're gonna say once the operation's done. Hell, I don't even know if they're gonna operate when I go in on Thursday, or whether I'll have to wait till Friday morning. I don't know if the tumor's benign or malignant.
But I goddamn know I'm done postponing and procrastinating. Once the operation's done and I've found a reasonable balance with my meds (because I'm pretty sure I'll be in helluva pain afterwards), I'm going back to meet my friends in the swordsmanship class and get that forty-pounder bow I've been looking for. I'm done waiting.
tl;dr: Decided to get off my fat ass and restart two long-missed hobbies.
Two nights ago when surfing the 'net I turned on my YouTube Favourites playlist. One of the songs I had favourited was the Anvil of Crom from Conan the Barbarian. I dunno why, but listening to that song I decided to do something I had not done in a while. I opened up the wardrobe and pulled out the gun bag where I kept my old practice sword, Violet. I haven't done swordplay in years, always too busy, always too preoccupied with something else...
When I slowly drew Violet from her sheath, it felt like I was holding onto an old friend once more. She's tarnished from disuse, for sure, but to hold her again while Basil Poleudoris' music pounded in my ears... Man, I had to restrain myself from doing a mulinello strike there and then. I would've probably knocked down the lamp had I tried that
In any case, holding the blade in my hands again I started wondering... and thinking. I've been doing a lot of contemplating recently due to what's going on with my health. And the more I pondered, the clearer my decision became.
Once the operation's done, once I know what's going on... I will renew my friendship with the bow and the blade.
I mean every damn syllable in that sentence.
I've been postponing a helluva lot of things in my life, including two hobbies that I fell in love with when I got the chance to try them: Medieval swordmanship and archery. I postponed them because I didn't have time, because I was too busy with my thesis, because I was too busy with my job, too busy dealing with this and that and then some more.
Fuck that.
I don't know what they're gonna say once the operation's done. Hell, I don't even know if they're gonna operate when I go in on Thursday, or whether I'll have to wait till Friday morning. I don't know if the tumor's benign or malignant.
But I goddamn know I'm done postponing and procrastinating. Once the operation's done and I've found a reasonable balance with my meds (because I'm pretty sure I'll be in helluva pain afterwards), I'm going back to meet my friends in the swordsmanship class and get that forty-pounder bow I've been looking for. I'm done waiting.
tl;dr: Decided to get off my fat ass and restart two long-missed hobbies.
My brother got another job!
North_Ranger
Staff member
A two-handed sword is not the most efficient surgical tool, so I did not entertain such notions. Also I have no penchant for self-anything when it comes to bladed instruments.
M
makare
that is an ugly man
Admit it, you want to see his big nasty.
Well, he would certainly qualify as 'golemesque'
M
makare
looks like vinny jones not hot brother
Edgar suit. I just love that line in MIB.
... yeah, I can see the resemblance.
M
makare
eggar.
I had six of my friends over tonight for kind of a housewarming thing and it was lots of fun. I made enchiladas and they were delicious! I am not much of a cook but these turned out great. I am very pleased.
I had six of my friends over tonight for kind of a housewarming thing and it was lots of fun. I made enchiladas and they were delicious! I am not much of a cook but these turned out great. I am very pleased.
Huh? Eggar?
Here's the quote from the movie...
[after Kay informs Zed that they have a bug]
Jay: And what, we don't like bugs?
Kay: Bugs thrive on carnage, Tiger. They consume, infest, destroy, live off the death and destruction of other species.
Jay: You were stung as a child, weren't you?
Kay: Imagine a giant cockroach, with unlimited strength, a massive inferiority complex, and a real short temper, is tear-assing around Manhattan Island in a brand-new Edgar suit. That sound like fun?
Here's the quote from the movie...
[after Kay informs Zed that they have a bug]
Jay: And what, we don't like bugs?
Kay: Bugs thrive on carnage, Tiger. They consume, infest, destroy, live off the death and destruction of other species.
Jay: You were stung as a child, weren't you?
Kay: Imagine a giant cockroach, with unlimited strength, a massive inferiority complex, and a real short temper, is tear-assing around Manhattan Island in a brand-new Edgar suit. That sound like fun?
M
makare
I was just saying it the way the wife said it....
For what it's worth I caught that.
During tonight's practice, I was blocking most normal blows halfway properly, and I actually defeated my roomie and another friend other than by sheer luck. I'm finally starting to feel somewhat competent in armour ^.^
An Awesome Mom, I have one.
Pretty much since the moment I called her to let her know I have cancer, she came down to live with me. Even though she has been retired for ten years, she has kept busy. So she dropped Catholic Daughters, VIP's, Quilting Guilds, Dominoes Group, Poker, Boo-Ray (sp), hospital visits for church and friends, sewing neck coolers for soldiers, quilts for the local cancer center, Her new dog, and my Dad, for the last month and a half.
She has cooked, cleaned, vacuumed, washed laundry and dishes, helped my heavy ass out of bed after my operation (when I normally have to help her out of a chair on any given day,) and even played with my dog and cat when I was too sick to...
One of the biggest rewards in my little ordeal, is that I got to spend this time with my Mom as and adult. It is a totally precious gift to be able to talk so much with your parent without "Filters."
It is just a shame that there is so little that I can do for her and Dad to repay them for all the time, effort and money they have spent this month. I'll do what I can but it is a heavy debt to carry.
Pretty much since the moment I called her to let her know I have cancer, she came down to live with me. Even though she has been retired for ten years, she has kept busy. So she dropped Catholic Daughters, VIP's, Quilting Guilds, Dominoes Group, Poker, Boo-Ray (sp), hospital visits for church and friends, sewing neck coolers for soldiers, quilts for the local cancer center, Her new dog, and my Dad, for the last month and a half.
She has cooked, cleaned, vacuumed, washed laundry and dishes, helped my heavy ass out of bed after my operation (when I normally have to help her out of a chair on any given day,) and even played with my dog and cat when I was too sick to...
One of the biggest rewards in my little ordeal, is that I got to spend this time with my Mom as and adult. It is a totally precious gift to be able to talk so much with your parent without "Filters."
It is just a shame that there is so little that I can do for her and Dad to repay them for all the time, effort and money they have spent this month. I'll do what I can but it is a heavy debt to carry.
North_Ranger
Staff member
Heh, my dear ol' mom's the same way. To the point where I actually have to tell her NOT to come over so often
I know she means well, but now, in pre-surgery, half the time she just makes me think about the surgery and the tumor when I'm trying not to think about them.But we've become closer. She and dad have a flat here in the city, one where I was supposed to move until this whole sickness business put a damper on my moving plans. Still gonna move there, things just had to be put on stall until this clears out. We talk daily, and we've talked more as adults rather than as a mother and a child - and it feels liberating. She has even told me that if she starts to piss me off, I should not be afraid to tell her so, for fear of insulting her. She knows I'm something of a hermit and that I feel most at home by myself, and she respects that.
Moms... they are awesome sometimes, aren't they?
Booyah. Didn't quite finish the chapter, but I've got 1,600 words written so far for the first chapter of my NEXT novel. 
Here's a sneak peak:
“Hey, what’s that sound?” Tony asked.
“Huh? Ain’t nothin’. You find anything on your end?”
Pfff. I exhaled the glorious smoke as silently as I could.
“Damnit, Dill! Don’t go lighting up!” he sighed. “Not on my watch.”
“Ugh, yeah yeah,” I groaned. “Anyway, since when is this your watch? I damn well dragged you t’this berg in the first place, ‘member?”
And another:
A custom built Smith an’ Weston .44 calibre Magnum. My weirdly shaped claws made it so my middle claw did all the firin’. And boy, was it a big gun. Its barrel was bigger and longer’n anything Viagra could grow. The Daymaker. My baby. I got other nicknames fer it: The Pants-Wetter, The Bowel-Emptier, The Interrogation-Ender, and my personal favourite, The Jesus Christ, Okay Okay, I’ll Talk!
Here's a sneak peak:
“Hey, what’s that sound?” Tony asked.
“Huh? Ain’t nothin’. You find anything on your end?”
Pfff. I exhaled the glorious smoke as silently as I could.
“Damnit, Dill! Don’t go lighting up!” he sighed. “Not on my watch.”
“Ugh, yeah yeah,” I groaned. “Anyway, since when is this your watch? I damn well dragged you t’this berg in the first place, ‘member?”
And another:
A custom built Smith an’ Weston .44 calibre Magnum. My weirdly shaped claws made it so my middle claw did all the firin’. And boy, was it a big gun. Its barrel was bigger and longer’n anything Viagra could grow. The Daymaker. My baby. I got other nicknames fer it: The Pants-Wetter, The Bowel-Emptier, The Interrogation-Ender, and my personal favourite, The Jesus Christ, Okay Okay, I’ll Talk!
*googles* Whoops, no. Thanks.
Cajungal
Staff member
I got a video from my mother the other day. She'd taped me while my niece told me that my sister was pregnant again. It's fun to watch me hop across the kitchen to hug her. It feels so good to relive the moment. I've got it on my phone for those days when I need a pick-me-up. "Happy birthday, you're an aunt again. Guess who's pregnant!" I think I'll go watch it again!
Hey check it out, I helped make this music video and we ended up on the front page of the Rolling Stone and VH1 websites today (yesterday). We did it with $3,500.
http://www.rollingstone.com/videos/new-and-hot/butch-walker-summer-of-89-20110907
We also made this trailer for the band's new album. That car in the beginning? Yeah, I found it.
http://www.rollingstone.com/videos/new-and-hot/butch-walker-summer-of-89-20110907
We also made this trailer for the band's new album. That car in the beginning? Yeah, I found it.
Thank the visual effects guy that did a decent job on the bullet. I don't know how many times I've seen entire cartridges flying out the barrel of guns.... I am looking at you Smallville.