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The Flashy Situation

When it comes to flash, I don't evolve, I just occasionally replenish my knowledges. Overtime I learn a little more, of things I should have learned back when I first started using the program, and my creativity shifts, sometimes grows, regulates, adapts to life around me, but I never move on to the next level. I love flashing around, animating, programming, throwing together both random and well planned pieces of creativity, so why don't I get moving on? Answer, flash isn't my vibe in life, it's a hobby and hobby only, NG is a hobby and hobby only, despite my tendencies of sometimes getting sidetracked from the real situation. I worked intensely with flash January this year, made a minimum of two each day, same for the start of February, but things have slowed down to a halt now, no interest at the moment. This post may seem a bit irrelevant as I really haven't posted any flash to this site earlier, so I'll do so now! Introducing a new section to the site, put together in all haste, here. And if you don't know what flash is, you can read on about it on it's official website. Even if you don't know what it is, you have probably seen some already during your visit online, the dynamicality in this form exists everywhere, it has become as coherent as regular HTML. Flashing away...

Not Weakening By The Week, I Speak

Sometimes I feel like writing
Even though I have nothing to write
But don't worry I won't be biting
Because Cyberdevils don't bite

I've been spending this week allnighting
Yes I've been staying up all night
Watching serial scary movies
Rearing in the air with fright

I know all the tales they told me
But this world revolves so slowly
I just wish that my goddess would hold me
Safe, far away from harm

But it seems that I cannot reach further
Than the governments dreadful arm
So I hope I'll be swift like the shadows
And calm, like the sea

Like the universe - I'd like to be.

Hazardously Occupied

Seems to me authors are - out of the common occupations around the world - those most exposed to disease, depression and death. It's not strange, really, since they constantly find new ways to describe these scenarios and are always through their writing traumatically toying with placidly possible ends of life and chaotic conviction. You can't commonly be mentally disarranged without being a genius, and most geniuses apparently chose to portray their ideals and stories through works with words. Authors have a much shorter lifespan than the average hardworking regularian, those dedicated to any stable occupation complying regular mental/physical stimulus in a naturally routinized environment. Authors are the ones who work on the most irregular of basis, the ones who always are subject to the sometimes nonexistent and sometimes unbearable workloads, fatigued by their own senses of emotional devotion, sentenced to a lifetime of bad habits and irregularity

Then again, literature is the only true form of limitless portrail available, a one where all senses can be recorded and kept, in which there are guidelines as how to describe things so people understand you but yet no walls to keep out the sunlight when it does shine or hinder you from throwing new concepts to the crowds. For some there are no crowds, some writers phrase their thoughts in silence, some shine never seeps out of it's cavular dome, but authors still have freedom, the more the lesser they live. They can write when inspiration comes running, whenever the concept strikes them, they describe only what they chose, they can keep what is important to them, they throw away all irrelevant matter, they can live and support themselves solely by thinking, and by learning how to best convey those thoughts. They can research, if they like, they can read, they can listen, they can paint, they can convey what comes to mind. Through verses, pages, paragraphs, scripts and empty voids, trash bins filled with paper. I know I won't quit writing, not even if it kills me, it all comes eventually, on a siden-ote I wonder why I blog only under dreadfully cloudy visionless skies.

Blood, Guts, Carnage

Heads rolling, limbs flying and blood sprouting like water fountains. I've been running a marathon through the gross last weekend and the start of this week, shockumentaries and horror films humanity has been doomed to forget. I thought I had already seen all the bloodsplatter this mad world had to offer, but now I see how wrong I was! Reviews and Titles for the vast array of terrorous movies follow below, watched this Sunday Tuesday Monday for blood sprayed fun yay. I wonder why humanity holds such a fascination in the bizarre and dreadful, but I suppose it goes back, to the good, old, times. I shall not forget to mention this thread for brining me back into this hybrid genre of death and destruction. ;)


Febuary Finishing

Time just flies away, this month has been rather monotonous, not a day not at the same pace, still my cold passed, ankle sprain, the challenge fast and vast head pain. Amongst:

- GTA 1 (gathered all remaining mods/files/links/patches/videos/tutorials still available online, packed together for easy future usage)
- GTA 2 (gathered all remaining mods/files/links/patches/videos/tutorials still available online, packed together for easy future usage)
- GTA 3 (initiated mastermod, collected group of voice actors to remake all radio station/ingame sound, retextured large parts of the game, it will be called "Liberty")
- GTA London 1961 (gathered all remaining mods/files/links/patches/videos/tutorials still available online, packed together for easy future usage)
- GTA London 1969 (gathered all remaining mods/files/links/patches/videos/tutorials still available online, packed together for easy future usage)
- GTA Advance (played it through, downloaded anything I could find related to it, packed it all together for easy future usage)
- GTA Vice City (initiated mastermod, laid to rest until I get the GTA 3 done, however)
- GTA San Andreas (modded it until my computer couldn't handle any more, future modification will have to wait until I get a new PC)
- GTA Liberty City Stories (my PC can't handle it)
- GTA Vice City Stories (my PC can't handle it)
- GTA 4 (my PC can't handle it)
- GTA Etc (20-30 other mods tested and played through, great stuff, but I don't have the time or enjoyment anymore to go through more of them)
- School Work

Amongst other things. I've been watching movies, reading books, walking around, noticing how all of a sudden I feel much healthier, probably due to the intake of less contaminating artificial substances. The challenge didn't go perfectly though, some foods consumed without knowing about the artificial substances that therein lay, a few frozen vegetables eaten, ate pasta once without thinking while out at a restaurant, and who knows what they put in their food anyway, but it was a nice healthy ray of gray indeed. My craving for candy just about vanished, I don't feel like eating sweets now, not at all, so that's a +1 for something.  I got myself an electric guitar, a boxing bag, a blow gun, have been to some interesting events, reached some visionary online goals, created two large poetry collections in sound only, among other things. Otherwise, nah, fun things have happened, but February is still the dullest month of all years.

Trust In Panic

When nothing seems to work, when nothing seems to go my way, I had better get to work, and do something with my useless day.
Turn it around, spin it in ground, get it to stay, put it on its feet, stash it away, let it portray, let it grow roots, let it hail.
When nothing seems to function, when nothing seems to be on track, then I seem to make assumptions, without taking my senses back.
Grab them back then, into my head again, fill my cranium with wonderful motivation, fill it with hope, fill it with colors, fill it with bright, white, light.
Let the dull grey stumble away under the clouds, and be careful not to voice my accusations out loud, just let the chaos fade, let it go away.
Turn back to front, turn front to back, stops just fencing defensive, go to attack, try the turmoil, taste the array, stay there in touch, let the truck stay.
When nothing seems worth mentioning, when time seems all but frozen, when the world is cold and grey and a puddle looks like an ocean.
Don't melt down into that puddle, muddled by emotion, stay sincere, stay convinced and fill yourself with devotion, towards.
Something that works, something that spins, something that goes, something that wins, something that flows, something that brings.
Hope to this world that the gods seem to forsake, since so long ago.

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