its been a while since the season had an uplifting quality to it. aome obvious reasons. a handful of less dread but more worry. excitement! a crispness in the air. and electric quality to fitting myself for the cold. the black look seems to be in as well, i had to oblige! i dont miss you whites!.. HA!!.. or perhaps something familiar. either way im happy to be alive, and feel thankful for my blessings. i would feel greedy if i took time to count. a slight reminder electronically, and insurance for just incase shit.. that im highly appreciatve of this time, my heart has been revived !
:)
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
thought ╞ calling out to
you hear me, loud and clear without a word thats sincere, between the lines right between my ears. a constant ringing, like the really early alarm on your phone, set to snooze? or just leave it alone. argue if you might you noticed this aprehension is valid, almost as much as when fat people order cobb salads. common sense to adult know-how, just when will it be applied? dont lowball. if we havent made our point just take a quick look behind you, it might remind you, of how blind you, can be..
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
thought ╞ oganic finesse
i just caught my subconscious becoming fascinated with the strokes and slashes of my blue fine point sharpie. while i was allocating some data. dotting all the I's crossing all the T's even adding a couple of extras during my attempts at the numbers i feel theres a rarity or a lost quality in the particular art of penmanship. finess. while on the keyboard i can feel the robotic approach of rushing out my thought, through my hand past the keys onto the screen. my eyes taught focused monitoring my progress. even with my ergo-keyboard, and my hands resting in the "natural" position i still feel it as awkward. remember when you would do an assignment that required a lot of writing? well i would sometimes slant the paper in a crazy 58.9 degree angle and write in an upward diagonally style. so i could get that proper slant, and certain down stroke.. its all about the down stroke. ! ha
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
thought ↔ anxious
ignore them as i might, the bees in my belly, and ants in my pants arnt cooperating.
its like a battle of wills between the logic center in my brain, and the pressure buildup in my heart. mind over matter or going with the flow. its a terrible combo, a "one-two" gut punch and slap in the temples that have me stir crazy. over thinking over reacting, over zealous. or is it the not so secret sly assassin known as guilt. the guilty feeling that ive did it to myself again, that beyond my better judgement and cautions i went head first, guns blazing, with limited ammo and still raw wounds from the last quagmire.
its like a battle of wills between the logic center in my brain, and the pressure buildup in my heart. mind over matter or going with the flow. its a terrible combo, a "one-two" gut punch and slap in the temples that have me stir crazy. over thinking over reacting, over zealous. or is it the not so secret sly assassin known as guilt. the guilty feeling that ive did it to myself again, that beyond my better judgement and cautions i went head first, guns blazing, with limited ammo and still raw wounds from the last quagmire.
thought ↔ vegas
i hate that place,
and sadly ill never go back.. even with the never say never clause in effect..
its not my style and gambling isnt my thing, and lastly im a poor broke hippie..
next time its.. hmm.. mardi gra or something..
and sadly ill never go back.. even with the never say never clause in effect..
its not my style and gambling isnt my thing, and lastly im a poor broke hippie..
next time its.. hmm.. mardi gra or something..
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
thought ↔ tv makeup on hd tv
has anyone recently noticed how bad the makeup is on the actors on tv? i dont watch tv too often, but when i happen to catch a HD show on netflix 1080p.. everyone looks like freshly prepared corpses for viewing. especially on dramas!!.. 24 had these crusty old white guy actors, with full on drag face attire, minus the lip stick.. not that im a makeup expert, but i can distinguish day and night makeup!! ha
Monday, October 4, 2010
thought >:( things in the morning
in the morning when i wake up, run the routine, brushing of the teeth, putting on of the socks..
i really hate it when, i absent mindedly drink orange juice, raging on my lapse of memory i then proceed to put the drink back into the fridge, and step into some liquid probably orange juice, and get my sock wet, raging even more!!
acid in the mouth and liquid between my toes.. i f00kn hate it
i really hate it when, i absent mindedly drink orange juice, raging on my lapse of memory i then proceed to put the drink back into the fridge, and step into some liquid probably orange juice, and get my sock wet, raging even more!!
acid in the mouth and liquid between my toes.. i f00kn hate it
thought ♣ hobbiest
there are many secrets to life. successful life. fufilling, long lasting, enriching life. redundant? perhaps, practice makes perfect.
not that this is original content, but i wear these finds as i would a boyscout badge!
one secret i have bestowed to discover, has been hobbies.
:an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation:
a strong investment into oneself. time is a harsh reality that can truly limit a persons journey or lack there of. so any time spent into developing your ability to filter life as it is presented to you is a plus. and could in theory save you time wading through all the bullshit.
not that this is original content, but i wear these finds as i would a boyscout badge!
one secret i have bestowed to discover, has been hobbies.
:an activity or interest pursued for pleasure or relaxation and not as a main occupation:
a strong investment into oneself. time is a harsh reality that can truly limit a persons journey or lack there of. so any time spent into developing your ability to filter life as it is presented to you is a plus. and could in theory save you time wading through all the bullshit.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
thought ♣ season change
as abruptly the heat returns, spinning my already blurry world a tad bit faster, a tad bit deeper into the fall session. i stand knee-deep consciously unaware of this sudden weather change, clouds of mercurial thoughts, and restless nights bank dangerously close. with my newly acquired safety blanket of friendly dog hair, and a pillow reserve lie in wait for any sudden cooling trend shivering in anticipation. preparing as best as most can, i can hardly contain my patience urging myself to dive head-first foot long deep into the familiar equinox of seasons change.
Friday, August 27, 2010
thought ♣ zen bending
Zen Quotes
1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.
Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow.
Do not walk beside me, either; just #$!@! off and leave me alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a flat tire.
3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
4. Don't be irreplaceable; if you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
5. No one is listening until you make a mistake.
6. Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
7. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
8. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
9. It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.
10. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
11. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
12. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
13. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat & drink beer all day.
14. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
15. If you drink, don't park; accidents cause people.
16. Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.
17. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
18. Duct tape is like the force; it has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead.
Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow.
Do not walk beside me, either; just #$!@! off and leave me alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and a flat tire.
3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
4. Don't be irreplaceable; if you can't be replaced, you can't be promoted.
5. No one is listening until you make a mistake.
6. Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
7. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
8. It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.
9. It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help.
10. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.
11. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have their shoes.
12. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
13. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish, and he will sit in a boat & drink beer all day.
14. If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.
15. If you drink, don't park; accidents cause people.
16. Some days you are the bug, some days you are the windshield.
17. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it in half and put it back in your pocket.
18. Duct tape is like the force; it has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together.
thought ♣ strip!
i belly laughed out loud on this one.. <--- even geekier.
this is spot on in multiple ways with me!
enjoy the rest of the clever works of "popstrip!!
Monday, August 2, 2010
thought ♣ domesticating
have you ever thought of what you could make your pet?.. a grizzly? a whale? a mini brontasaurus? ha.. when i was younger all i wanted was a pet dinosaur, a little foot. you know land before time? i figured i couldnt afford enough greenage to feed a full one.. so i settled for the next best thing! anyhow what would you have? the list is endless. allow me to add a couple to the list of possibilities.
~ mr. porcupine!
the spin had me sold, its def high on the lists now!
~ mrs. Lemur!
look at those eyes, how could you deny such a intensely cute innocently looking animal! its amazing to see a "human quality" within the animal kingdom.
~ mrs owl!
i like how birds are vocal and communicate freely with their surroundings, human or naught you can understand what the owl is trying to ask for!.. almost looks drugged like how we are after a good massage!
the list can go one, but so far im adding these up with skunks! ;-)
~ mr. porcupine!
the spin had me sold, its def high on the lists now!
~ mrs. Lemur!
look at those eyes, how could you deny such a intensely cute innocently looking animal! its amazing to see a "human quality" within the animal kingdom.
~ mrs owl!
i like how birds are vocal and communicate freely with their surroundings, human or naught you can understand what the owl is trying to ask for!.. almost looks drugged like how we are after a good massage!
the list can go one, but so far im adding these up with skunks! ;-)
Thursday, July 15, 2010
thought ♣ feet
they hurt.
45 hours of slippery and dodgy terrain. payload at arms length up stairs and down halls. my generous hosts slam me with the commotion of day and night tourists. all during my voulenteering on the "row" and at the "fair". From a chinese immigrant slaving away, to the noble of the white court, watching the play. I hand deliver to the best of my abilities. Playing all angles and working both sides. Standing the heat from the kitchens to the charming of the press, your gracious respects are my motivation. but the work on the side, definitely my undoing.
but sometimes, my feet hurt. which the do..
thought ♣ feet
45 hours of slippery and dodgy terrain. payload at arms length up stairs and down halls. my generous hosts slam me with the commotion of day and night tourists. all during my voulenteering on the "row" and at the "fair". From a chinese immigrant slaving away, to the noble of the white court, watching the play. I hand deliver to the best of my abilities. Playing all angles and working both sides. Standing the heat from the kitchens to the charming of the press, your gracious respects are my motivation. but the work on the side, definitely my undoing.
but sometimes, my feet hurt. which the do..
thought ♣ feet
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
thought ♣ upgrading
A new fit, sick fade and an "exclusive" fresh scent had me feeling this time working ,is time well spent. lack of sleep, shitty diet. manning up and then powering through. Out of the deep, into the shallows, is something i had to do. Unless lagging behind, getting caught up and finding time to whine. is an excuse i can abuse till i fail to convince my own mind. version 2.0, second season with a cleaner show. a refined cast fuller plot, up is the only way i'll to go.
thought ♣ upgrading
thought ♣ upgrading
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
thought ! movies of the future
we were sitting around the tube watching mr. le display his video game prowess. throwing down
so back a couple hundred years ago people in different countries tried to go across seas and take over their land...
gangs from other cities tried to go to other cities to take them over... such as make money for selling drugs...
history always repeats itself
so back a couple hundred years ago people in different countries tried to go across seas and take over their land...
gangs from other cities tried to go to other cities to take them over... such as make money for selling drugs...
history always repeats itself
Saturday, June 5, 2010
thought ! recipe for change
two drops of bordom
with a dash of fatigue
my need to be pleased
equates to postmortem
super seeding the act to breathe
lay waste, make haste
to find busy work
change pace, new place
different is the perk
Friday, June 4, 2010
thought ! karate kid
thumbs down.. way down.. i already know and you know what? i haven't even seen it. (yet)
i only bitch and complain because a huge oversight in the title ruined the gem it truly could have been. well a kid appealing gem.
lets walk through this.. and find what the directors or produces were thinking or not thinking. i of course opt for the latter.. allow me to elaborate.
Karate Kid (1984)
Plot:
A handyman/martial arts master agrees to teach a bullied boy karate and shows him that there is more to the martial art than fighting
~simple clean 80's style triumph over evil.. Japanese guy teaching a Japanese art.. called karate..no brainer...
the karate kid (2010)
Plot:
Work causes a single mother to move to China with her young son; in his new home, the boy embraces kung fu, taught to him by a master.
~looks like they head to china in this one.. and get taught kung fu... ?wtf? hmm so you mean to tell me the movie isnt going to be about karate??.. its about a chinese guy teaching kung fu? hmm so why call it karate kid?? sorry.. this is sad. the movie should be called KUNG FU KID. no argument. and it still would of appealed to the same audience. this frustrates me as a consumer, if the director or community behind this movie, even JACKIE CHAN himself.. can stand by and see this painful mistake go unchanged.. i question the integrity of the movie to be worth watching. i hear all the karate and kung fu masters who have dedicated their whole beings in mastering each art separately and honoring the culture behind each style, are rolling in their graves and slamming the dojo floors around the world in bewilderment. well thats what im doing at least..
sheesh..
just a rant, ill probably see it with my newphew anyhow.. but you best believe ill educate the lil' guy and set him straight.
~denn
i only bitch and complain because a huge oversight in the title ruined the gem it truly could have been. well a kid appealing gem.
lets walk through this.. and find what the directors or produces were thinking or not thinking. i of course opt for the latter.. allow me to elaborate.
Karate Kid (1984)
Plot:
A handyman/martial arts master agrees to teach a bullied boy karate and shows him that there is more to the martial art than fighting
~simple clean 80's style triumph over evil.. Japanese guy teaching a Japanese art.. called karate..no brainer...
the karate kid (2010)
Plot:
Work causes a single mother to move to China with her young son; in his new home, the boy embraces kung fu, taught to him by a master.
~looks like they head to china in this one.. and get taught kung fu... ?wtf? hmm so you mean to tell me the movie isnt going to be about karate??.. its about a chinese guy teaching kung fu? hmm so why call it karate kid?? sorry.. this is sad. the movie should be called KUNG FU KID. no argument. and it still would of appealed to the same audience. this frustrates me as a consumer, if the director or community behind this movie, even JACKIE CHAN himself.. can stand by and see this painful mistake go unchanged.. i question the integrity of the movie to be worth watching. i hear all the karate and kung fu masters who have dedicated their whole beings in mastering each art separately and honoring the culture behind each style, are rolling in their graves and slamming the dojo floors around the world in bewilderment. well thats what im doing at least..
sheesh..
just a rant, ill probably see it with my newphew anyhow.. but you best believe ill educate the lil' guy and set him straight.
~denn
thought ! new years
30 *cough*.. came and went. and with it, a slice off the old me persay. im not predicting instant change, but perhaps a select few applications of a new mantra, motto and some meditation. i could practice and set a habit in motion if im lucky. More zen focus!! this being one of them:
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
~author unknown (as always if anyone knows.. inform me please)
channeling zen, observing life around me. listen to the signs. be patient and mutable in my quest to be v2.0 :).. if the web is evolving, why shouldnt i along with it? huh? appreciate life in its raw splendor and improve my abilities that allow me to translate this splendor. its important i leave my erratic 20's wearing my scars proudly and with purpose. and with my directed energies i can show those around me the wisdom ive so graciously aquired from graduating to adulthood. ha
~denn
Watch your thoughts; they become words.
Watch your words; they become actions.
Watch your actions; they become habits.
Watch your habits; they become character.
Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.
~author unknown (as always if anyone knows.. inform me please)
channeling zen, observing life around me. listen to the signs. be patient and mutable in my quest to be v2.0 :).. if the web is evolving, why shouldnt i along with it? huh? appreciate life in its raw splendor and improve my abilities that allow me to translate this splendor. its important i leave my erratic 20's wearing my scars proudly and with purpose. and with my directed energies i can show those around me the wisdom ive so graciously aquired from graduating to adulthood. ha
~denn
Monday, May 10, 2010
thought <> local and state
may - as it rushes into focus, all at once. it presents itself as a staging point for the comings and goings for the summer to come. about half of my family birthdays are reserved during the sunny months, planning is essential. if i want to survive another fun filled seasons of allergies and empty pockets. long road trips and pre-holiday dread. (ive worked retail or around it for the last 8 years, its warranted). so naturally as i grow a little older and develop a little bit more wisdom, i add things to the planning process as being equally important. voting. terrible segway but it works. lets just say voting is part of life's process to mature and get involved, be informed and perform your duty to your community and your family. at least set the example. i dont know anyone who dose not hold an opinion or three about how gas prices are high, or their child's education is poor. one way or another there are several factors that can have an impact on your over all well being so why not take some of those factors into consideration.
june 8th - is the day of the primary election. Statewide! which means your voice must be heard, im def an advocate for speaking up and being heard! so lets be!
Voter Information Guide - June 8, 2010 Primary Election
above is where you will find a listing of the potential candidates, which all elude me as the right choice. as well as a listing of the propositions this go around.
let me make a quick run through of how and why we should vote a certain way.
Prop 13 - A def Yes - Basically to give an incentive for land/property owners to retro fit the place with seismic tech and so on. no brainer
Prop 14 - Yes - Allows me to choose the best candidate. but of course this would be solely dependent on my own knowledge and information ive gathered on the candidate. the con- argument mentions how the nominees would just hide their true nature and list as an independent. I think this forces the voter to educate themselves a bit more. which now that you mention it.. seems like it might be bad.. ha! its a yes for me..
Prop 15 - a HUGE no.. greedy politicians get your hands out of the public fund. its a no brainer that the top three candidates running for gov. are against it. ha!!
Prop 16 - No.. dont even think about this one.. its a no.. sneaky little bastards, trying to reform ma-bell.. *mutter*
Prop 17 - hmm split on it. but im going with no. its dicey and for the most part it seems just like a shuffling of costs. if anyone can lead me in a better direction on this one.. email me.
the list of candidates is long and as i mentioned before.to find the best fit eludes me. i need more education basically. perhaps the politicians more on the city and county level are worth more effort.
i welcome you summer. im ready for you and your all maturation process glory.
~denn
june 8th - is the day of the primary election. Statewide! which means your voice must be heard, im def an advocate for speaking up and being heard! so lets be!
Voter Information Guide - June 8, 2010 Primary Election
above is where you will find a listing of the potential candidates, which all elude me as the right choice. as well as a listing of the propositions this go around.
let me make a quick run through of how and why we should vote a certain way.
Prop 13 - A def Yes - Basically to give an incentive for land/property owners to retro fit the place with seismic tech and so on. no brainer
Prop 14 - Yes - Allows me to choose the best candidate. but of course this would be solely dependent on my own knowledge and information ive gathered on the candidate. the con- argument mentions how the nominees would just hide their true nature and list as an independent. I think this forces the voter to educate themselves a bit more. which now that you mention it.. seems like it might be bad.. ha! its a yes for me..
Prop 15 - a HUGE no.. greedy politicians get your hands out of the public fund. its a no brainer that the top three candidates running for gov. are against it. ha!!
Prop 16 - No.. dont even think about this one.. its a no.. sneaky little bastards, trying to reform ma-bell.. *mutter*
Prop 17 - hmm split on it. but im going with no. its dicey and for the most part it seems just like a shuffling of costs. if anyone can lead me in a better direction on this one.. email me.
the list of candidates is long and as i mentioned before.to find the best fit eludes me. i need more education basically. perhaps the politicians more on the city and county level are worth more effort.
i welcome you summer. im ready for you and your all maturation process glory.
~denn
Thursday, April 22, 2010
thought ] raawr!
stomp stomp stomp!!
smash stomp smaaaaash!!
watch the little critters run! raawr!
stomp stomp stomp!!
raaaawr!! and stomp for dramatic effect.
fear me, and maybe ill let you live!!
feed me, and maybe ill let YOU live!!
no.. hmm not you.. yer dead..
nom nom nom nom..
stomp smash rraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawr!
*...
yawn..
~denn
smash stomp smaaaaash!!
watch the little critters run! raawr!
stomp stomp stomp!!
raaaawr!! and stomp for dramatic effect.
fear me, and maybe ill let you live!!
feed me, and maybe ill let YOU live!!
no.. hmm not you.. yer dead..
nom nom nom nom..
stomp smash rraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawr!
*...
yawn..
~denn
thought ] 420.3 celebration
even though ive been minimal in my attempts to share the secrets of my spacey companion sensimillia, do not doubt! she was present the the whole journey in between!
so in grand standing honor of 420. our national refer madness, i will do many things, this being one of them and a good start. where ill ramble in my head, type it all down amke sure i spell check it, with the spell checker, then check it a different way after that. ..
*update*
this happily never was finished and posted 2 days later.
ha!!
~denn celebrated the holiday in good fashion
so in grand standing honor of 420. our national refer madness, i will do many things, this being one of them and a good start. where ill ramble in my head, type it all down amke sure i spell check it, with the spell checker, then check it a different way after that. ..
*update*
this happily never was finished and posted 2 days later.
ha!!
~denn celebrated the holiday in good fashion
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
thought ] eye catchers
here and there objects pop from normality to note worthy, enough to motivate me to take out my hero and snag a couple of digital memories 5megpixl style! please take a few moments and see if i got you reaching for your own pocket?
makes me want to paint, and ladies they make way better makeup applicators
.
attempt to stitch myself something? a beach poncho?.. alright ill start simple. some sheets! def. satin... ha
isn't it mind boggling to think about the endless skills a persons hands can learn. from pushing pigment and threading materials. to taking an actual element and shaping it to life in another form. I aim for one day to craft something masterfully to where someone else takes a picture of it.~denn
Sunday, April 18, 2010
thought ] surfing art
i spend an ample amount of time scouring the web for something or another that might be entertaining. you see now that i dont have a face book, im blessed with lots and lots of extra time! ok ok i never used it persay, other than to cyberstalk a little.. lol.. yeah yeah jk.. but im sure if everyone did the same and kept in contact in a more meaningful way, they would have crazy amounts of life energy to kill on the countless other all-consuming sites out there.
on with the listing!
1) kongregate!! a great network of home brew games, reaching the quality of professional distro. check the tower defense games, like desktop defender it started the craze and the eventual progression to the ipad-nano. special note for the site it has a strong culture and gathering of players where you receive points and badges that improve your account standing, the more games you play the games you get to play..endless cycle!!
2) Fatpita!! "lol's" all day. all it takes are simple clicks. perfect for sending to a friend and accessible from any smart phone. simple entertainment from the simpleton world surrounding us, many sites have popped up offering the same goodness, so i guess its preference. click and try and i promise you'll spend a quick 10 minutes of your life, i just spend another 15 on it.. sigh :)
3) Deviant Art!A personal must, i adventure this site with a digital pirate eagerness. the art is amazing as well as the humor of the community. the endless talent floating around in cyberspace is mind boggling, from professional to amateur. is well.. simply amazing.. i cant express how much i enjoy this site. i actually pay for a membership! that's saying a lot i refuse and almost never pay for anything on the web. :)
4) youtube.. nuff said :)
5) Stumble!! its a must add-on.. let me repeat!! a must!!!! for any browser and even if you use wack safari or other browsers.. theres an "in-site" button that can work just as nice right off the homesite. I used this amazing surfing app to expand my now limitless knowledge of random useless facts! increased my music library, art collection, etc. etc. .. if they offered stock i'd buy some. trust me you wont be disappointed, but when you start to stumble.. three days four hours and thirty five minutes later, you will curse me and the day you found out this addiction! mmmuwhahah..
the list could go on.. but im stuck stumbling on my computer and running through fatpita on my phone!
ha!!
~denn
on with the listing!
1) kongregate!! a great network of home brew games, reaching the quality of professional distro. check the tower defense games, like desktop defender it started the craze and the eventual progression to the ipad-nano. special note for the site it has a strong culture and gathering of players where you receive points and badges that improve your account standing, the more games you play the games you get to play..endless cycle!!
2) Fatpita!! "lol's" all day. all it takes are simple clicks. perfect for sending to a friend and accessible from any smart phone. simple entertainment from the simpleton world surrounding us, many sites have popped up offering the same goodness, so i guess its preference. click and try and i promise you'll spend a quick 10 minutes of your life, i just spend another 15 on it.. sigh :)
3) Deviant Art!A personal must, i adventure this site with a digital pirate eagerness. the art is amazing as well as the humor of the community. the endless talent floating around in cyberspace is mind boggling, from professional to amateur. is well.. simply amazing.. i cant express how much i enjoy this site. i actually pay for a membership! that's saying a lot i refuse and almost never pay for anything on the web. :)
4) youtube.. nuff said :)
5) Stumble!! its a must add-on.. let me repeat!! a must!!!! for any browser and even if you use wack safari or other browsers.. theres an "in-site" button that can work just as nice right off the homesite. I used this amazing surfing app to expand my now limitless knowledge of random useless facts! increased my music library, art collection, etc. etc. .. if they offered stock i'd buy some. trust me you wont be disappointed, but when you start to stumble.. three days four hours and thirty five minutes later, you will curse me and the day you found out this addiction! mmmuwhahah..
the list could go on.. but im stuck stumbling on my computer and running through fatpita on my phone!
ha!!
~denn
Thursday, April 15, 2010
thought ] foreign identity
you know it crossed my mind, how people from other countries traverse over and come to live here, they change there names to jason or brian. their parents pressured to don their children with american names... so i played with the idea that if i where to be granted such a fate and i migrated, lets say to china.. i would pick a fancy name.. one of the likes of ...
hung loe?
=)
haha
~denn
hung loe?
=)
haha
~denn
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
thought ] bruce "to-the" lee
“Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.”
and at times i feel the most enduring of love is a friendship. with all interactions.. to professional love equaling admiration, to peer to peer bro-mance/manlove aka respect. ha
~denn
Monday, April 12, 2010
thought ] deleting facebook
i did it! i broke free! ive discarded my hypocrisy about the whole internet social networking disease. and now fully practice what i preach. ive always made the argument that people should stay in touch by means of a more sincere manner. a phone call over a text. an actually email or letter rather than a "posted on your wall" update. is there any end to this madness? 350mil and growing. i suppose not, but at least i can always enjoy the spin-offs like lamebook!!a new dirty little pleasure for me to somewhat enjoy this sickness that screams.. "look at me!!, look what i can do" in a stewart-voice. Its crazy to believe the voyeurism thats perpetuated these days. but at the same note those people who freely give their information, cant correctly or willing give the same information needed to do our census!!.. baah.. i digress.. anywho. if you need to contact me.. you contact me directly.. theres no way im that giving or cool enough of a person where i can or would give honest attention to lets say 100 friends.. which in all actuality ive yet to speak with my family on a regular. so screw you farmland that ive never played, or tagging photos that ive never tagged... if you want to get ahold of me..
check my.. myspace! haha
-denn ..ps. jk
check my.. myspace! haha
-denn ..ps. jk
Saturday, April 10, 2010
thought ] megans law*
we were sitting around and were being told a story about where two people, internet savvy and terribly bored decided to "megans law" their neighborhood. to their enjoyment, in a sick and twisted attempt to entertain themselves, they found it rather interesting to guess which crime each person were charged with. all based on how they looked in the mugshot. she claimed 80% accuracy, except for the random.. raped victim with a foreign object. (WTF!!?)..
she laughed nervously and admitted feeling guilty about it all.
so i couldnt help but be curious myself... its crazy as they say.and just as entertaining as you think, but you def close the browser and feel a little unclean.. like you stared into the eyes of some dark energy. the eyes are def the window to the soul. crazy enough you can megans law schools and still find the bastards nearby.. its creepola
sick twisted... lol
she laughed nervously and admitted feeling guilty about it all.
so i couldnt help but be curious myself... its crazy as they say.and just as entertaining as you think, but you def close the browser and feel a little unclean.. like you stared into the eyes of some dark energy. the eyes are def the window to the soul. crazy enough you can megans law schools and still find the bastards nearby.. its creepola
sick twisted... lol
thought ] puzzle glu.cough syrup
we pushed a friend to do us a favor and go to cvs 24hr.. and get some puzzle glue and cough syrup lit..
imagine what the cashier thought!..
haa..
well we nearly did, but the thought was funny.
imagine what the cashier thought!..
haa..
well we nearly did, but the thought was funny.
Friday, April 9, 2010
thought ] off and away
there maybe wifi everywhere we go these days, but the desire to disconnect and escape is even stronger when the beauty of the world is shouting at your face. hopefully i captured certain moments that even you feel allured to be part of the natural audience.
travelling down the california coastline. taking time to discover hidden gems and peaceful local.
seeing how this vastly rich landscape can affect artists differently
and several times ive noticed a seamless blend of man and wild.
as if its been how its been for.. well centuries..ok longer.. ha 
travelling down the california coastline. taking time to discover hidden gems and peaceful local.
seeing how this vastly rich landscape can affect artists differently
and several times ive noticed a seamless blend of man and wild.
as if its been how its been for.. well centuries..ok longer.. ha 
Saturday, March 27, 2010
thought * applied ideas
i was enjoying myself a fresh pint of new castle at a local outback. enjoying my friday night relaxing with an old friend. we were watching college basketball on the ever present tube, and started spouting all random facts of the sport that we knew. ive yet to graced a college campus as a regular which i assume contributes to my lack of interest in the sport. so my knowledge was pretty thin. i blankly spit out how much it seemed like a business to me and how I bet not many athletes even finish the program. either being drafted or not making the cut every year due to injuries/academics. and to my disbelief i was enlightened to the fact the grad rate of the cal-berkley program is.. take a guess.. nope.. 8 percent.. thats right a lowly 8%!! these players stand as a commodity, used and abuse for one purpose.. the business of basketball in the collegiate arena. so i stood firm in my assumptions and argued the point, that the old "c.r.e.a.m." motto stands true. but a random at the bar butt in, and so poignetly added.. ethics. where is the call for ethics? in our schools, in our society, in our american culture? its boils at the edge of reason and general compassion between the grassroots minded people, and those willing and wanting to make the change, but feel defeated. im rambling and pretty much going on a tangent, but perhaps this is a start of more constructive thoughts, if only with for a general wish for well-being for all those ive met and soon to meet. we'll see, although in the end, when people argue the excitement of college basketball because of the heart and the pride of the schools involved.. i still feel its all about money...
-denn
-denn
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
thought * bigger person
must i always be the bigger person? even if i know better?. cant i in the grand scheme of things, choose sith over jedi for once. lets say im 90-10 with good karma? you know realistically. for shits and giggles, allow me to fury back with the jerk one! two!? couldn't i afford to cash some zen points in. where does dignity or pride come into play. or principle. perhaps perception? and then you realize in the end, this epic battle is truely within oneself,
thought * technology disconnection
aaarrrgghh!
rescue me from the clutches of this necessary parasite.
it sucks my attentions in whole, with no remorse for present company.
like an iv to the slow drip of 3g and when i feel fancy +s.
a permanent fixture at my hip, on my palm, in my face.
with no escape. i set shortcuts and hotkeys to sync with my habits
its a terrible thing, but everyones doing it. 350 million plus!
worldwide, inside, instead of real books to the face.
rescue me from the clutches of this necessary parasite.
it sucks my attentions in whole, with no remorse for present company.
like an iv to the slow drip of 3g and when i feel fancy +s.
a permanent fixture at my hip, on my palm, in my face.
with no escape. i set shortcuts and hotkeys to sync with my habits
its a terrible thing, but everyones doing it. 350 million plus!
worldwide, inside, instead of real books to the face.
Monday, March 22, 2010
thought * transition 30
my absence from the blog speaks volumes of my current focus. the big 3-0 is approaching. and while it might not seem much of a milestone or turning point in my life. i still have set out some personal goals. one being getting in basketball shape. i have an old standing bet with my eldest brother robert that when thirty rolled around i would be as good as shape as i was being 18.. its a far stretch i know. but coupled with the wisdom ive gained and man strength i think the odds are in my favor. so ive somehow found the energy to ball three to four times weekly. anymore would be overkill and besides im still going to be thirty.ha!. and one strong component thats missing from my arsenal. is youth duh.. the resiliency of joints that shrug off hard exertion and without stretching just so your body can do it again the very next day. that and im not as fearless as i once was. my job requires me to be on my feet and if i injure myself well.. shit.. im not about to think about it. so fear, or knowing my mortality is a plus and minus of getting older.. hopefully with continuing this daily expressing of my thoughts and being creative will make this 30th life marker more like a quarter of my life.. than a third.. ..
Thursday, February 25, 2010
thought @ google and novelty
i scour the net for many a thing. to occupy the part of my brain that awaits ever eagerly to be entertained by a new concept or theory. a slice of my alter ego to live vicariously through the author or person of interest in the story. to sometimes work both sides of the problem, devils advocate style, to flex my inner liberal subconscious. then every so often some true type font catches my eye and conveys an interesting message or point of view that motivates me weary bones enough to share. i usually try to keep my items of interest short and sweet, we all know about attention spans. blah! so i apologize in advance if you dont have the will at this possible moment. but find the way, as the next two posts are worth the time spent.
Google Shakedown sounds like some dirty mob politics across the Atlantic. some prideful Italian politicians felt the need to circumvent a standing EU law and slap google across the face with a white glove. with such parlor tricks other players are bound to follow suit..a wonderfully written article btw.
from the article : "This is the big principal affirmed by this verdict," Robledo said. "It is fundamental, because a person's identity is a primary good. If we give that up, anything can happen and that is not OK."
..
"Europe is too ideological. This is why we are not the place where Yahoo and Google were born," Maffe said. "Google has been developed with an American mindset, much more entrepenuer-friendly."
Intelligence Argument
a strong set of statements, back by a study leading to a theory. sets me and my self proclaimed being of an intellectual as novel. but equally making most of america cavemen like god fearing sheep. Its a very interesting read. and the comments that follow heat up the article to a nice winter debate
from the article : An earlier study by Kanazawa found that more intelligent individuals were more nocturnal, waking up and staying up later than less intelligent individuals. Because our ancestors lacked artificial light, they tended to wake up shortly before dawn and go to sleep shortly after dusk. Being nocturnal is evolutionarily novel. . . .
a comment at the article : Freethinker said " Conservative, fundamentalist Religious Christians did fight slavery. A republican freed the slaves. etc. etc. However many high level democrats in the 1920-1970s were members of the KKK.(the numbers will surprise you) Racism is a leftist trait. Hitler was a socialist (read leftist). Stalin (again a socialist) was also a racist. Obamas rev. wright is also a racist socialist."
- the eager brain thanks me.
-denn
Google Shakedown sounds like some dirty mob politics across the Atlantic. some prideful Italian politicians felt the need to circumvent a standing EU law and slap google across the face with a white glove. with such parlor tricks other players are bound to follow suit..a wonderfully written article btw.
from the article : "This is the big principal affirmed by this verdict," Robledo said. "It is fundamental, because a person's identity is a primary good. If we give that up, anything can happen and that is not OK."
..
"Europe is too ideological. This is why we are not the place where Yahoo and Google were born," Maffe said. "Google has been developed with an American mindset, much more entrepenuer-friendly."
Intelligence Argument
a strong set of statements, back by a study leading to a theory. sets me and my self proclaimed being of an intellectual as novel. but equally making most of america cavemen like god fearing sheep. Its a very interesting read. and the comments that follow heat up the article to a nice winter debate
from the article : An earlier study by Kanazawa found that more intelligent individuals were more nocturnal, waking up and staying up later than less intelligent individuals. Because our ancestors lacked artificial light, they tended to wake up shortly before dawn and go to sleep shortly after dusk. Being nocturnal is evolutionarily novel. . . .
a comment at the article : Freethinker said " Conservative, fundamentalist Religious Christians did fight slavery. A republican freed the slaves. etc. etc. However many high level democrats in the 1920-1970s were members of the KKK.(the numbers will surprise you) Racism is a leftist trait. Hitler was a socialist (read leftist). Stalin (again a socialist) was also a racist. Obamas rev. wright is also a racist socialist."
- the eager brain thanks me.
-denn
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
thought @ wonderfilled pairs.3
3)BBC Planet Earth and Ad-libbing
couple lovers rejoice! ive found yet another winning combonation of amazement! bringing back the wonder-filled pairs segment in full force! once you watch it you'll whole heartily agree with me, unless you struggle with finding humor in everyday life! anywho on with the show! i give you two out of the lot, so check the rest out! (thank you youtube)
credit to the british accents and humor!!.. hilarious! :)
(in cased you missed it the previous wonder-filled pairs )
1) conan and norris
2) abbot and costello
-dzilla
couple lovers rejoice! ive found yet another winning combonation of amazement! bringing back the wonder-filled pairs segment in full force! once you watch it you'll whole heartily agree with me, unless you struggle with finding humor in everyday life! anywho on with the show! i give you two out of the lot, so check the rest out! (thank you youtube)
credit to the british accents and humor!!.. hilarious! :)
(in cased you missed it the previous wonder-filled pairs )
1) conan and norris
2) abbot and costello
-dzilla
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
thought @ matching hat bonus
ok so you know this is pretty much a random thought...
with that being said, i was thinking today(dangerous i know), out in the cold rain. that i fancied myself a beenie. i was wearing my winter hoodie, elemental brand. Fleece lining, thick hood, heavy zipper and with those thumb thingys also. A black snowboarder jacket really, except for the water proofing. enchanting my spirit with enough warmth to feel like walking in the rain. like a +2 in weather resistance. So i went rummaging through the left over winter stock of knit head scarfs scattered through out a couple of stores. pacsun first. not to shabby. real bright colors highschooler-esque. having just a small clear cube in the way back. holding only a handful of hat-beenies, you know the ones with the mock bill like a hat. a poorly constructed and executed design on all ten leaving me wanting. Next off to hot-topic. Pop-emo/goth/rocker/videogame nerd/cutesie chick- style.. .. i did say pop-style right?. A couple of headwarmers caught my eye. none with hat bills sown into them. but all with very pop prints. a decepticon one, a cool punisher design with a skull in the front where you can pull it over your face like a mask. sadly im not to fond of skulls either. and a dorky trendy twilight hat. Ha! no thanks. So i wandered out of the store and down to my last stop, zumiez. aka mr rags. hmm lets say, 8 years ago there was a similar store with a similar appeal called mr rags, when super baggy jeans were in style and the crossing between rap and rock started to happen. it was owned by billabong and contracted through macys.. so eventually it evolved into zumies. i could be wrong but i think thats what happend, ill have to check my facts another time. without me wandering on another tangent, i found a beenie!!.. two infact!! one solid black, ribbed for everyones pleasure, with a tight weave and two red stripes that went the circumference of the hat. the other, a red, light grey ,dark grey, a loose style semi warm hat. it was buy one get one 50% off!.. got both for 25!! sweet deal.
anyhow. basically where my random thought leads, is to the point where.. if you complete an outfit but not over doing it. you get bonus points. So lets say my jacket was +2 weather resistance +1 style itself.. and the beenie is +1 weather resistance and +1 style by itself. but if you put them together you get +3 weather res. +2 style. and since they match and it completes the outfit.. you magically get a matching hat bonus.. of +1 style and an extra +1 weather resistance.. because you look good doing it.. make any sense??.. hah!..
ha.. random..
-denn
with that being said, i was thinking today(dangerous i know), out in the cold rain. that i fancied myself a beenie. i was wearing my winter hoodie, elemental brand. Fleece lining, thick hood, heavy zipper and with those thumb thingys also. A black snowboarder jacket really, except for the water proofing. enchanting my spirit with enough warmth to feel like walking in the rain. like a +2 in weather resistance. So i went rummaging through the left over winter stock of knit head scarfs scattered through out a couple of stores. pacsun first. not to shabby. real bright colors highschooler-esque. having just a small clear cube in the way back. holding only a handful of hat-beenies, you know the ones with the mock bill like a hat. a poorly constructed and executed design on all ten leaving me wanting. Next off to hot-topic. Pop-emo/goth/rocker/videogame nerd/cutesie chick- style.. .. i did say pop-style right?. A couple of headwarmers caught my eye. none with hat bills sown into them. but all with very pop prints. a decepticon one, a cool punisher design with a skull in the front where you can pull it over your face like a mask. sadly im not to fond of skulls either. and a dorky trendy twilight hat. Ha! no thanks. So i wandered out of the store and down to my last stop, zumiez. aka mr rags. hmm lets say, 8 years ago there was a similar store with a similar appeal called mr rags, when super baggy jeans were in style and the crossing between rap and rock started to happen. it was owned by billabong and contracted through macys.. so eventually it evolved into zumies. i could be wrong but i think thats what happend, ill have to check my facts another time. without me wandering on another tangent, i found a beenie!!.. two infact!! one solid black, ribbed for everyones pleasure, with a tight weave and two red stripes that went the circumference of the hat. the other, a red, light grey ,dark grey, a loose style semi warm hat. it was buy one get one 50% off!.. got both for 25!! sweet deal.
anyhow. basically where my random thought leads, is to the point where.. if you complete an outfit but not over doing it. you get bonus points. So lets say my jacket was +2 weather resistance +1 style itself.. and the beenie is +1 weather resistance and +1 style by itself. but if you put them together you get +3 weather res. +2 style. and since they match and it completes the outfit.. you magically get a matching hat bonus.. of +1 style and an extra +1 weather resistance.. because you look good doing it.. make any sense??.. hah!..
ha.. random..
-denn
thought @ nerd contract
Recently i've signed a n00b to the ranks of our Starcraft squad!! All in honor of the up and coming release of the highly anticipated sequel - Starcraft 2 - Wings of Liberty Nerds rejoice everywhere!! Even at the end of the cinematic trailer, the marine clearly states all of our feelings.. "its about damn time" after an eternity of 12+ years and counting, we are blessed with not one game. but three! Each one building a richer and deeper environment for *tire screech*... ehh we all know its about the money.. but i truly dont mind. if i knew i had this hand, and i went to play it.. im going all in fellas!! and by the looks of it Blizzard did! I can only imagine now.... six pack of a&w pound of twizlers and a week of my life!.. muwhahahaha
Friday, February 19, 2010
thought @ short handed.
Happiness is like a butterfly; the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder...
~mr thoreau
oh henry, it seems we are like mind and like soul. ive experienced much of the same. and with efforts toward keeping myself busy, have allowed faint whispers of happiness to tickle my lobes. but in turn leaving me without respite to think my thoughts and sort my randomness. Hopefully in time ill resume attempts at grandure, and pen an article or three
~mr thoreau
oh henry, it seems we are like mind and like soul. ive experienced much of the same. and with efforts toward keeping myself busy, have allowed faint whispers of happiness to tickle my lobes. but in turn leaving me without respite to think my thoughts and sort my randomness. Hopefully in time ill resume attempts at grandure, and pen an article or three
Monday, February 8, 2010
thought @ brucelee
“If you spend too much time thinking about a thing, you'll never get it done."
... nike later went on to "just do it.." and success ensued
-denn
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
thought @ short story
The sound of mud sucking at the air and the putrid smell of the swamp bog rushed my senses. Pulling at my attentions firmly, as i awoke from yet another lucid day dream. My head blurred and i struggled to regain focus fending off fatigue again. Loosing my balance, I threw a clumsy automated step forward into the sludge, swallowed whole by the infernal muck that surrounded our unit for miles. Days had passed, since the last skirmish with local inhabitants leaving us at a feeble ten of fifty.
Living shadows of some sorts with bodiless eyes of a brooding crimson and multi appendage forms. Able towield the very moonlight that ominously illuminates everything around us, as weapon and shield.Blinding greenish flashes that seem to rip apart the fabric of night, streaking down in sudden death,followed by surprised screams of anguish through our comms.. Then seamlessly vanishing back into the gloom about us. We've battled them off several times before. Each time loosing a portion of the squad. Suffering costly trial and error as we found our plasma bayonets and flash bombs were the only success thwarting the assailants. Tirelessly we marched on.
We received weak intelligence at best. Just a short week before in Cryo-sleep as we landed on the dark side of Targus. The second moon of Remos, the fourth largest planet of one of the main systems in the Gem-Eye Quadrant. Infamously known part of space for having endless caches of raw untouched mines of vast untold riches. Diamonds, ore, gold, utonium, you name it, it was there. We were a black raidercompany, commissioned for a simple search and recover gig. Drop and pop over to some lost probe beacon,and *caaaacching!* A years pay for a third of the time, heavier pockets are always a bonus! I figured it was about the "Spaced traversed" hence, why we were charging so much.
Previous expeditions were only sanctioned to go into the first twenty percent of G.Q.. Where it was explored and deemed void of all hostile life by the Marshalls' of Eminent. A bad-ass squad of royally appointed Terminators.And the next best thing was us, a group of mercenaries seeking profitable endeavors. without any legal bindings We were hired to travel about a fort-night deeper into the G.Q. unknown. With only the slightest probability of conflict. Previous scouting indicated a very small threat if any. Possible claim jumpers, rogue militants and/or some pirates. I prefer all three, it makes it all the merrier when they turn on each other in panic.
Hysteria would've been easier. Our predicament had me blinded with rage making me relish the moments where my subconscious replayed over the future dealings of my sweet revenge! Inflicting onto the fool who signed and approved the contracton this one. I should of known better when my instincts went ape-shit, on vague rumors of the night coming alive and the moonlight burning skin. Elaborate ghost stories meaning to dissuade any space travellers looking to score big on some undocumented dig site. What any of us wouldn't of paid out at that time for a little fore-sight into this hair-brained operation. Where we stood only a couple miles from the felled beacon. With rationed supplies and a low oxygen reserve.
Preparing for an inevitable clash from our vicious hosts. Highly aggressive up until then with guerrilla strikes and ambush tactics. We assumed the next one to be something a little of the same. But My instincts were starting to fire off on all sides and consider me a quick learner. The lunar night grew increasingly quiet, eerily still. The hair on my arms pricked out and wormed about my skin in the little faux gravity my suit created. The circle formed up in seasoned rhythm, shrinking in radius. As the chill of battle rippled through the remaining squad. The air tingled with anticipation and we slowed to an ankle deep relief in the trek. A long minute followed, slugging by as we steadied our breaths.
At first, I figured my heart that was racing to be the source, a low vibration from my feet, to a wobbling in the knees. Perhaps adrenaline to be the cause, of my stomach absently clenching and my back building with energy. I assumed the best until, my mecha-suit sensors registered the worst. A booming thunder rolled over us like a powerball stadium cheering with the force of thirty-thousand fanatics. centered just about a half a kilometer in the direction of, of course, our destination. My visor rattled under the sonar onslaught from some really freakishly huge, unknown. I almost lost my footing again, but oddly the mud held me up this time. I motioned a hand signaled to the front four, two on either side of me rushed into action, with a quick burst they took flight, followed by fire in rapid succession launching the flash bombs flying toward the faceless doom.
One popped a few hundred meters early, above a small copse of gnarled swamp trees. Melting away a part of the depth less night. A silent jab into the face of the heavyweight to come. After that, two popped within a couple seconds in between. One reaching a little farther than the first and then the third being closer to the distance my suit registered. Leaving the detonating area a tad lighter shade of greenish grey with another scattering of the moon night creatures. The final one, taking a graceful space roll-bounce about a hundred meters after, almost directly at the epicenter. Coming to rest into a small dip in the landscape.
An hour-like moment passed before the flash bomb blazed into glory. Revealing a ribcage-like form of what seemed to be a living mountain of swamp bog, murk and trees. A substantial mass of pure blackness pressing back at the flash bomb with noticable effort. Finally crashing down with an earth shattering force swallowing the light source whole. Making the rest of us instinctively take flight. Blood pounded in my head and my heart beat even faster in my chest. I scanned the horizon and notice it starting to flicker with crimson speckles of light. Hundreds of sinister eyes glared back in unison, silently conveying our deaths. Instantly wishing for a different turn of events.
We floated there anxiously; exhausted, stranded, outnumbered and blocked from our escape, i figured it couldnt get any worse? Right?. Maybe if I were a lucky man, but as usual the karmic forces of the universe work against me. When ever it can, and will, and always more than what degree of worse i think of. Just as i figured we could probably make one last stand, a hundred to one , managable odds. The ground beneath us violently split open and several mud geyser exploded into life! Spraying the muck and bog in every direction imaginable. Noxious gas clouded the air, making our mecha-suits toxicity sensors overload. The murky ground cover started to flow in small streams. Toward the speckled sea of crimson and the growing living mountain of darkness. All around us theswampy landscape groaned and shrieked in protest, as if the very life was being sucked out of it.
The soldiers were getting restless, and one by one, set their plasma bayonets a flame! Casting a fierce glow upon thecoming swarm of living night. As if in response to our battle cry, everything seem to stop. Like an eye of a storm, an unfamiliar calm settled over the coming battlefield, within a span of a few seconds all the speckles of eye light twinkled out and blackest curtain of night decended upon us. I breathed a few calming words on the comm, and held our position. The very next moment another blood curdling roar, echoed its presence, and three enormous eyes of crimson blazed into all its alien magnificence! The radiating heat alone had us rocking back, stealing our breaths! No less that five-hundred meters away, three demonic looking pupils focus their attention, and glowered in fury upon us. At that very moment, i did what any ones instincts would tell them to do... I ran!
Living shadows of some sorts with bodiless eyes of a brooding crimson and multi appendage forms. Able towield the very moonlight that ominously illuminates everything around us, as weapon and shield.Blinding greenish flashes that seem to rip apart the fabric of night, streaking down in sudden death,followed by surprised screams of anguish through our comms.. Then seamlessly vanishing back into the gloom about us. We've battled them off several times before. Each time loosing a portion of the squad. Suffering costly trial and error as we found our plasma bayonets and flash bombs were the only success thwarting the assailants. Tirelessly we marched on.
We received weak intelligence at best. Just a short week before in Cryo-sleep as we landed on the dark side of Targus. The second moon of Remos, the fourth largest planet of one of the main systems in the Gem-Eye Quadrant. Infamously known part of space for having endless caches of raw untouched mines of vast untold riches. Diamonds, ore, gold, utonium, you name it, it was there. We were a black raidercompany, commissioned for a simple search and recover gig. Drop and pop over to some lost probe beacon,and *caaaacching!* A years pay for a third of the time, heavier pockets are always a bonus! I figured it was about the "Spaced traversed" hence, why we were charging so much.
Previous expeditions were only sanctioned to go into the first twenty percent of G.Q.. Where it was explored and deemed void of all hostile life by the Marshalls' of Eminent. A bad-ass squad of royally appointed Terminators.And the next best thing was us, a group of mercenaries seeking profitable endeavors. without any legal bindings We were hired to travel about a fort-night deeper into the G.Q. unknown. With only the slightest probability of conflict. Previous scouting indicated a very small threat if any. Possible claim jumpers, rogue militants and/or some pirates. I prefer all three, it makes it all the merrier when they turn on each other in panic.
Hysteria would've been easier. Our predicament had me blinded with rage making me relish the moments where my subconscious replayed over the future dealings of my sweet revenge! Inflicting onto the fool who signed and approved the contracton this one. I should of known better when my instincts went ape-shit, on vague rumors of the night coming alive and the moonlight burning skin. Elaborate ghost stories meaning to dissuade any space travellers looking to score big on some undocumented dig site. What any of us wouldn't of paid out at that time for a little fore-sight into this hair-brained operation. Where we stood only a couple miles from the felled beacon. With rationed supplies and a low oxygen reserve.
Preparing for an inevitable clash from our vicious hosts. Highly aggressive up until then with guerrilla strikes and ambush tactics. We assumed the next one to be something a little of the same. But My instincts were starting to fire off on all sides and consider me a quick learner. The lunar night grew increasingly quiet, eerily still. The hair on my arms pricked out and wormed about my skin in the little faux gravity my suit created. The circle formed up in seasoned rhythm, shrinking in radius. As the chill of battle rippled through the remaining squad. The air tingled with anticipation and we slowed to an ankle deep relief in the trek. A long minute followed, slugging by as we steadied our breaths.
At first, I figured my heart that was racing to be the source, a low vibration from my feet, to a wobbling in the knees. Perhaps adrenaline to be the cause, of my stomach absently clenching and my back building with energy. I assumed the best until, my mecha-suit sensors registered the worst. A booming thunder rolled over us like a powerball stadium cheering with the force of thirty-thousand fanatics. centered just about a half a kilometer in the direction of, of course, our destination. My visor rattled under the sonar onslaught from some really freakishly huge, unknown. I almost lost my footing again, but oddly the mud held me up this time. I motioned a hand signaled to the front four, two on either side of me rushed into action, with a quick burst they took flight, followed by fire in rapid succession launching the flash bombs flying toward the faceless doom.
One popped a few hundred meters early, above a small copse of gnarled swamp trees. Melting away a part of the depth less night. A silent jab into the face of the heavyweight to come. After that, two popped within a couple seconds in between. One reaching a little farther than the first and then the third being closer to the distance my suit registered. Leaving the detonating area a tad lighter shade of greenish grey with another scattering of the moon night creatures. The final one, taking a graceful space roll-bounce about a hundred meters after, almost directly at the epicenter. Coming to rest into a small dip in the landscape.
An hour-like moment passed before the flash bomb blazed into glory. Revealing a ribcage-like form of what seemed to be a living mountain of swamp bog, murk and trees. A substantial mass of pure blackness pressing back at the flash bomb with noticable effort. Finally crashing down with an earth shattering force swallowing the light source whole. Making the rest of us instinctively take flight. Blood pounded in my head and my heart beat even faster in my chest. I scanned the horizon and notice it starting to flicker with crimson speckles of light. Hundreds of sinister eyes glared back in unison, silently conveying our deaths. Instantly wishing for a different turn of events.
We floated there anxiously; exhausted, stranded, outnumbered and blocked from our escape, i figured it couldnt get any worse? Right?. Maybe if I were a lucky man, but as usual the karmic forces of the universe work against me. When ever it can, and will, and always more than what degree of worse i think of. Just as i figured we could probably make one last stand, a hundred to one , managable odds. The ground beneath us violently split open and several mud geyser exploded into life! Spraying the muck and bog in every direction imaginable. Noxious gas clouded the air, making our mecha-suits toxicity sensors overload. The murky ground cover started to flow in small streams. Toward the speckled sea of crimson and the growing living mountain of darkness. All around us theswampy landscape groaned and shrieked in protest, as if the very life was being sucked out of it.
The soldiers were getting restless, and one by one, set their plasma bayonets a flame! Casting a fierce glow upon thecoming swarm of living night. As if in response to our battle cry, everything seem to stop. Like an eye of a storm, an unfamiliar calm settled over the coming battlefield, within a span of a few seconds all the speckles of eye light twinkled out and blackest curtain of night decended upon us. I breathed a few calming words on the comm, and held our position. The very next moment another blood curdling roar, echoed its presence, and three enormous eyes of crimson blazed into all its alien magnificence! The radiating heat alone had us rocking back, stealing our breaths! No less that five-hundred meters away, three demonic looking pupils focus their attention, and glowered in fury upon us. At that very moment, i did what any ones instincts would tell them to do... I ran!
Friday, January 29, 2010
thought < time away
in other galaxies Ive coasted, milky way smooth, dark matter free
somewhere in a higher altitude. thinking about other things
to be thought of to be done. i felt i had to produce some original
material, "<"a href =">" free, unless it was on my own coat tail links were
getting attached to. to inspire to be inspired, simple purpose for a
zen excersize.
somewhere in a higher altitude. thinking about other things
to be thought of to be done. i felt i had to produce some original
material, "<"a href =">" free, unless it was on my own coat tail links were
getting attached to. to inspire to be inspired, simple purpose for a
zen excersize.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
thought < wonder filled pairs.2
i starting thinking, and well you know when i start thinking, i have thoughts.. naturally. so on the topic of things that are amazing that come in pairs i couldnt help but shake the feeling that this has been happening for a long time, i mean matching energies of greatness have been gathering since the beginning of time. even before my parents ;-).. so i decided to look into the classics and with little needed scouring i found one..
2) abbot and costello
simply hilarious and amazing on how quick the delivery and how well they work in tandem. and just in case its a little to fast to follow, enthusiasts of the pair made a unique take of the audio and mixed it with typography!. enjoy the short version below.
"i dont know! well hes on third!!
(in case you missed the first amazing duo)
1) conan and norris
2) abbot and costello
simply hilarious and amazing on how quick the delivery and how well they work in tandem. and just in case its a little to fast to follow, enthusiasts of the pair made a unique take of the audio and mixed it with typography!. enjoy the short version below.
"i dont know! well hes on third!!
(in case you missed the first amazing duo)
1) conan and norris
thought < www.4
here is another classic gem from our wonder world wide web! first one of the new year so i better make it leave an impression.
enter the ross sisters!!
*trumpets blaring!*
this is an amazing look at what was shocking back during the world war(s) eras crazy feats of agility and acrobatics. tied in with an amazing dance routine and trifecta singing! i would love to see a contestant on "so you think you can dance" or "american idol" do something like this. but wait.. now that i think about it, i have better things to do with my time than support simon cowl.
~denn
enter the ross sisters!!
*trumpets blaring!*
this is an amazing look at what was shocking back during the world war(s) eras crazy feats of agility and acrobatics. tied in with an amazing dance routine and trifecta singing! i would love to see a contestant on "so you think you can dance" or "american idol" do something like this. but wait.. now that i think about it, i have better things to do with my time than support simon cowl.
~denn
Thursday, January 7, 2010
thought < a story shared
i mesh well with an eclectic bunch of folks,ive known people from all different walking styles of life. and i also claim myself to be a good listener, and at times i must admit, im terrible at it.... but sometimes compelled by my all ears approach, there are a few who feel free enough to open up to me privately and share an interesting story or anecdote.
just like in the car ride home tonight. an old buddy, ive known for years. a tad more than a third of my life and incomparable gentlemen of sorts, well versed in the ways of football, an endearing soul who you cant help but root for. but then at the very next moment, you find yourself slapping your forehead with disbelief, because of something unique to his nature, an action or reaction to a situation happens. the proverbial wtf!! so you could imagine the story he shared with me when he received his first d.u.i.!!! ha..
it was a sunday, his football obsession at its peak, the roar of his friends in his ear, the pressure of his peers on his back, and the bartender that knew him as family pouring his drinks. combining with an unexpected change of location and a continuance of celebrations is a recipe for an adventure. at this point hes explains that the people around him are falling off stools, frank the tank shouts fill the room, and hes festive and toasty, by the "good stuff", aka patron silver. its smooth like ice and if not careful, you'll find yourself just as where our friend steve did.
A call from another frequent delinquent, directed them over to sonoma kitchen coup. a good drive away, but nothing he couldnt handle. except, for a bit of paranoia and anxiety that set in. by this time i assume the drinks caught up to his system. He spoke briefly about how parking was scarce in downtown campbell, but where he lost both of us, was while he was looking for parking, he explained that he somehow managed to get on the freeway drive for 10 minutes and exit just a little down the road. which happen to be near small pocket ghetto of campbell. If the 1 foot by 2 foot, raider sticker in his back window didnt draw proper attention to him, then maybe it was his location? or perhaps it was the reckless driving excuse the police tagged him with when he was pulled over? he said within seconds of pulling off the freeway he was spotlighted, and ushered to the side of the road. it was a short cop and a female cop. the guy is honest to a fault, and has cops as personal friends. so naturally he was cooperative. but in hindsight, dare i say too much so? a brief exchange of protocol ensued and he handed over the insurance and drivers license.
the female cop asked the questions and the stubby cop simply stood back and watched. she asked him if he knew why they pulled him over. he said, No officer i actually do not. they responded with the reckless driving accusation, but it seems a little fishy, since he just got off the freeway. so ill blame the sticker in hindsight as well. she then asked if he had any drinks, he replied a quick yes, a couple a few hours ago. vague not bad. she responded in time and followed up with where did you come from. he paused and replied, my friends bar.. ack?!! terrible! ("friends" "bar"?? that would imply you had heavy drinks. and a lot of them. the proverbial wtf?) they had him at this point so i figured they decided to play with him by his take of the story.
she asked him to get out of the car, he exited, and she asked him to recite the alphabet. he obliged and gave it a shot. a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.i.j.k.....j...k......j...k.. he looked at me with the same expression and eyes reliving the horror of basically forgetting a child's task. he said he simply blanked. that he just couldn't remember what came after k, he asked if he could try again the cops smiled and said sure. the second try, and a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.i.j.k.... j....k.... haha strike two! and in a panic he blurted out if he could write them down,(wtf!) he laughed it off to me, but im sure he actually tried and they let him.
so end result? off to campbells' police station. where they did some formal paper work and booked him proper. they asked him if he would like to take a urine test, or blood test.. what do you think? yep.. wtf!!. steve once in a while gets creative, or brave.. or perhaps he tunes out everything and is clueless! so of course he opts for the blood test, where even the officer asked him again. after she wasn't sure steve understood. he still selected the blood test. so a pin prick, a few minutes passing and then the nurse and officer returned to ask him if he knew the legal limit for cali's. b.a.c.. steve without hesitation said.. 8.25! the cop laughed and ask him only if he were to buy the alcohol. they corrected him kindly and informed him that his level was .21!! where as the limit is only .08!! ouch! almost triple the limit. wtf!. im happy he didnt hurt himself or anyone else.
he explained time blurred at this point and with a short ride later he was down in the drunk tank in the main downtown jail. around 8ish. where he said it was early and only a couple of people were present. but an eternity of a sobering 8 hours later and 30 more guests slowly piled up. leaving the 20x20 cell cramped and filled with deviants, some speaking to themselves, being on one substance or another.. had him screaming for his release. he was shown mercy and set free. so taking an expensive cab ride back to campbell (the silver lining shows up) where his car was still parked!! he explained that the cops when booking him must of felt his good nature or felt sorry for him so they had asked him if he would like them to leave the car there, or have it towed downtown. he said.. by all means leave it! ha..and so as it was..
he said in conclusion he spent about four grand, endured tri-weekly classes for 9 months, and sat next to some 3rd and 4th time offenders, folks with real issues. it had him thinking clearly about it all since. he still does the proverbial WTF regularly, and he still drinks.. but definitely no driving under any influence, especially good since hes a pothead also. i smiled the whole time listening with appreciation and admiration for his unique character. and of course for sharing such a fantanstic story. like ive stated before you cant help but root for the guy. with his warm heart and hilarious nature speaks well over his lack of comprehension. so hopefully he will neverchange! then maybe in the near future, ill have a couple more stories to add. especially those about women. sigh. its a wtf convention
-denn
just like in the car ride home tonight. an old buddy, ive known for years. a tad more than a third of my life and incomparable gentlemen of sorts, well versed in the ways of football, an endearing soul who you cant help but root for. but then at the very next moment, you find yourself slapping your forehead with disbelief, because of something unique to his nature, an action or reaction to a situation happens. the proverbial wtf!! so you could imagine the story he shared with me when he received his first d.u.i.!!! ha..
it was a sunday, his football obsession at its peak, the roar of his friends in his ear, the pressure of his peers on his back, and the bartender that knew him as family pouring his drinks. combining with an unexpected change of location and a continuance of celebrations is a recipe for an adventure. at this point hes explains that the people around him are falling off stools, frank the tank shouts fill the room, and hes festive and toasty, by the "good stuff", aka patron silver. its smooth like ice and if not careful, you'll find yourself just as where our friend steve did.
A call from another frequent delinquent, directed them over to sonoma kitchen coup. a good drive away, but nothing he couldnt handle. except, for a bit of paranoia and anxiety that set in. by this time i assume the drinks caught up to his system. He spoke briefly about how parking was scarce in downtown campbell, but where he lost both of us, was while he was looking for parking, he explained that he somehow managed to get on the freeway drive for 10 minutes and exit just a little down the road. which happen to be near small pocket ghetto of campbell. If the 1 foot by 2 foot, raider sticker in his back window didnt draw proper attention to him, then maybe it was his location? or perhaps it was the reckless driving excuse the police tagged him with when he was pulled over? he said within seconds of pulling off the freeway he was spotlighted, and ushered to the side of the road. it was a short cop and a female cop. the guy is honest to a fault, and has cops as personal friends. so naturally he was cooperative. but in hindsight, dare i say too much so? a brief exchange of protocol ensued and he handed over the insurance and drivers license.
the female cop asked the questions and the stubby cop simply stood back and watched. she asked him if he knew why they pulled him over. he said, No officer i actually do not. they responded with the reckless driving accusation, but it seems a little fishy, since he just got off the freeway. so ill blame the sticker in hindsight as well. she then asked if he had any drinks, he replied a quick yes, a couple a few hours ago. vague not bad. she responded in time and followed up with where did you come from. he paused and replied, my friends bar.. ack?!! terrible! ("friends" "bar"?? that would imply you had heavy drinks. and a lot of them. the proverbial wtf?) they had him at this point so i figured they decided to play with him by his take of the story.
she asked him to get out of the car, he exited, and she asked him to recite the alphabet. he obliged and gave it a shot. a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.i.j.k.....j...k......j...k.. he looked at me with the same expression and eyes reliving the horror of basically forgetting a child's task. he said he simply blanked. that he just couldn't remember what came after k, he asked if he could try again the cops smiled and said sure. the second try, and a.b.c.d.e.f.g.h.i.j.k.... j....k.... haha strike two! and in a panic he blurted out if he could write them down,(wtf!) he laughed it off to me, but im sure he actually tried and they let him.
so end result? off to campbells' police station. where they did some formal paper work and booked him proper. they asked him if he would like to take a urine test, or blood test.. what do you think? yep.. wtf!!. steve once in a while gets creative, or brave.. or perhaps he tunes out everything and is clueless! so of course he opts for the blood test, where even the officer asked him again. after she wasn't sure steve understood. he still selected the blood test. so a pin prick, a few minutes passing and then the nurse and officer returned to ask him if he knew the legal limit for cali's. b.a.c.. steve without hesitation said.. 8.25! the cop laughed and ask him only if he were to buy the alcohol. they corrected him kindly and informed him that his level was .21!! where as the limit is only .08!! ouch! almost triple the limit. wtf!. im happy he didnt hurt himself or anyone else.
he explained time blurred at this point and with a short ride later he was down in the drunk tank in the main downtown jail. around 8ish. where he said it was early and only a couple of people were present. but an eternity of a sobering 8 hours later and 30 more guests slowly piled up. leaving the 20x20 cell cramped and filled with deviants, some speaking to themselves, being on one substance or another.. had him screaming for his release. he was shown mercy and set free. so taking an expensive cab ride back to campbell (the silver lining shows up) where his car was still parked!! he explained that the cops when booking him must of felt his good nature or felt sorry for him so they had asked him if he would like them to leave the car there, or have it towed downtown. he said.. by all means leave it! ha..and so as it was..
he said in conclusion he spent about four grand, endured tri-weekly classes for 9 months, and sat next to some 3rd and 4th time offenders, folks with real issues. it had him thinking clearly about it all since. he still does the proverbial WTF regularly, and he still drinks.. but definitely no driving under any influence, especially good since hes a pothead also. i smiled the whole time listening with appreciation and admiration for his unique character. and of course for sharing such a fantanstic story. like ive stated before you cant help but root for the guy. with his warm heart and hilarious nature speaks well over his lack of comprehension. so hopefully he will neverchange! then maybe in the near future, ill have a couple more stories to add. especially those about women. sigh. its a wtf convention
-denn
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
thought < sore legs
ahh the first of many to come this wonderful 2010, numerically my chi is centered and i feel that ill be productive this year. that and the big 3-0!! is just around the corner. im not fussing over it in the usual manner as many would think or many have done so before me. but one common worry, i guess if you would call it that. would be the fact that im just not young anymore!..
meaning, my fred-estair-esq legs are nowhere near what they used to be. the resiliency i once had, to spring back like a fresh rubberband, is left wanting. Lots of factors add into this silly notion of aging, perhaps one being if you dont use it you loose it, and i know my diet is shite! but why not aim for the fenches right?
We hit up cardiff tonight, its a local pub. ill brainstorm on that later i suppose. anyhow i tore it up in free spirited fashion and had my roommates doing some slaying of their own. I recruited a hand flute player, (apollo) and a white salsa grooving lady (melody).. we cut our own little circle into the clicky crowd, and let it all go, back ankle kicks, and off-balanced shoulder pushes had me ripping my pants, literally, sigh!! my sevens!!.. ten minutes later (2 hours in actual time).. the lights turned on and we headed home. burger king to command me calm, as i rested relaxing from my time flying fun.
my sore legs
meaning, my fred-estair-esq legs are nowhere near what they used to be. the resiliency i once had, to spring back like a fresh rubberband, is left wanting. Lots of factors add into this silly notion of aging, perhaps one being if you dont use it you loose it, and i know my diet is shite! but why not aim for the fenches right?
We hit up cardiff tonight, its a local pub. ill brainstorm on that later i suppose. anyhow i tore it up in free spirited fashion and had my roommates doing some slaying of their own. I recruited a hand flute player, (apollo) and a white salsa grooving lady (melody).. we cut our own little circle into the clicky crowd, and let it all go, back ankle kicks, and off-balanced shoulder pushes had me ripping my pants, literally, sigh!! my sevens!!.. ten minutes later (2 hours in actual time).. the lights turned on and we headed home. burger king to command me calm, as i rested relaxing from my time flying fun.
my sore legs
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