Thursday, August 9, 2007

   work
I didn't want to work today...um, tommorrow. I didn't want to work tommorrow, but I did. I'm almost done with my Zephyrian marriage ceremony. I typed a chapter for my on-going story in Blue Swallow Productins. I hate doing engagement scenes, I really do, but that's such a big thing in a story (life) that you can't really avoid it. Okay, since I'm talking a bit about work yesterday, I'm going to do some catch-up.
Blue Swallow Productions is my single projects. Blood Red Dragon Studios is my CG for Blue Swallow Productions, which I currently don't have. I'm still working on that part. Unsaid Works is a group collaboration. The other members of Unsiad Works all have accounts on here too, now, so if you have questions, other readers not you guys, you can always talk to them.
The Echo Effect
EletricMonk
parahuman
I,myself
Everything in Unsaid works, characters, plots, places, is all copywrited to Unsaid Works. The law is on our side. Just like all things related to Blue Swallow Productions is copywrite to Blue Swallow Productions. I just get bored and talk about my work.
Now, I jump around from different characters all the time. If I say Luke, Nevada, Hunter, Trent, Farrah, Raina, Blake, Blair, Zodiacs, Zodes, Zemes, Human Defenders: That's Blue Swallow Productions. I'm trying to stay away from them at the moment to work on Epic.
Epic is from Unsaid Works. Aurelius, Ah-nee, Zephyr, anything else that sounds slightly off, that's Unsaid Works's Epic. I have so much newfound respect for anyone in the television writting business. I know your job is not easy and I thank you for the entertainment, or lack of, that you provide.

Okay, so, I'm working on backstory for Aurelius. I haven't touched it in the last two days. Aurelius is into honor, just, and all that but I'm to the point where he kills for the first time. See, I've written first kills before, but never for an adult and never for someone who turns into a big hero and doesn't mind crushing bandits and such into dust. I think he'd be a little freaked anyway, but then you through in the herione. He's not going to want to freak out in front of her. Huh, maybe he kills his two and then freaks out when she leaves him again. Or maybe he freaks out on the inside but it passes quickly because they were scummy bandits. When I finally do go to sleep, everything will be made clear. Oh wait, I got this block on him because he's so incredubly ugly. There goes the relying on the dream fallback.

Right, well, I could always have another call to the rest of Unsaid Works. I was on the phone with them for four and a half hours. Long distance business isn't easy. We got stuff done, that's the important thing. I got this guy, Inay, ah it's hard to explain. It'd sound wrong or something. It is only 0:20. I should probably go watch some TV, eat, something. Bed comes later. Well, I guess the point with Inay that we covered was that I don't totally hate him now. I think I'll end up a fan of his. I'm still working on his story. I've got to do Aurelius, Adellenine, and the twins first. Oh, I love my twins. I like Twili too. He's not in the story but just because I know almost everything about my Epic characters, I know his story.

Okay, 0:25. I'm off.

SGAH
FYWR
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Wednesday, August 8, 2007

   lalala
I don't want to be anywhere near the typing computer today. This was the deadline I gave myself and I'm probably not going to make it, so most of the day off.
Found my old dart board. It has no darts because we threw them away when my brother was born. I played with them all the years before. I think I wasn't half bad for my age. Well, I'd hope an eight/nine year old obsessed with the darts would get better at it. Now I'm looking at throwing starts, knives, and blowgun darts. Might as well try something different as long as I still have the board.
I know I had something else to say, but I don't remember. Just trying to stay off the typing computer I guess. It's not like I can do anything else with that woman I call mother in my living room watching my 62" TV. I don't like being woken up to news on coalminers or other bad things, it's not good. She's obsessed with the news, it drives me crazy.
I woken up, well, I was awake, but I got out of bed the other night at 0:54. I was over thinking and I came up with most of a Zephyrian wedding ceremony. I hate weddings, they're boring and now remind me of spider venom. Okay, anyways, I based the Zephyrian wedding off the idea of a leap of faith. It's fun coming up with the whole ceremony and traditional outfits. It's not completely done so I didn't send it off to Unsaid Works yet.
Okay, this is stupid. I can't avoid working anymore. I guess I've got to hack a few people and get a few engaged. Two stories at once is annoying. At least Dice, Maggie, Innit, and all them don't have a story or it'd be three at once. I should probably type out the begaining of Legacy's story, but I wanted a different format so I've saved myself. This is why insomnia is more dangerous then narcolepsy.

SGAH
FYWR
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Tuesday, August 7, 2007

hyfhyfry
I pressed the wrong button. Well, it's 14:34, I'm bored and tired. Now that I've typed something in here I'll go back down to the typing computer and work on chp10 and Aurelius's backstory. Two at once, both with way different feels. Um...yeah. Well, since this post was an accident that's pretty much it.

Awesome names:
Dante Lucas (lasting light, if you know a bit about alchemy this was an awesome coinsciedence)
Nicodemus Dimitri (conquerer of the people lover of the earth)
Sergei Borka (attandent fighter)
Kerbasi Sol (warrior peaceful)
Amadeus Kade (loves god wetlands)
Kyrie 'Aziz (lord have mercy strong/lord have mercy on the strong, one of my very favorites)
Judas Zelimir (praised wishes for peace)

Yup, those are seven of my awesome names. I don't type these characters much, but I love their names. And that's it.

SGAH
FYWR
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Monday, August 6, 2007

   blah nah
Bored, too out of it to type anything worthwhile. So, random clip time.
Tchase and Leia (working title):
Television wasn’t a luxury at Tchase’s house. His only way to keep up with the sports world was to read about it in the paper or go to one of his friends’. Today, he was lucky enough to be at Denim’s.
“That’s a fowl,” Shawn said.
“You’re only saying that because I’m routing for them,” Denim said. “If you’re going to call fowl then you better be able to pay.”
“Dada,” Trent said. Tchase saw Denim lose some of his fire.
“Yeah, what do you want,” Tchase asked.
“Juice,” Trent said.
“I’ll get it,” Denim said, gaining his fire back. “I already saw the end of this game.”
“It’s a live feed,” Shawn said.
“I’ve got TiVo,” Denim said. He got up and walked into the kitchen.
“**** it,” Shawn said, throwing a cushion at the television. “I just lost twenty bucks. I was wondering why he was routing for them.”

Yeah, the rest of that scene deals with kids. I hate doing stuff dealing with kids so I didn't put it up. Shawn used the 'd' word which is blocked on my site. Everything is blocked on my site.

I don't have anything written on this guy, but I love him. His name's Dice Rebels. There, that's all I got to say on him. I love his name. I really really like Maggie's name too. Magpie Foxcroft-Saentes, but he goes by Maggie Saentes. His twin sister, Nighingale, goes by Gale Foxcroft or Gale Foxcroft-Saentes. Then there's Innit Llewellyn. That's my terror trio and Gale. She's trying to stop them from doing stupid things. Dice rules.

SGAH
FYWR
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Sunday, August 5, 2007

   out of boredom
I'm really starting to loathe this place. It's cloudy but hot so it's all sleepy. I'm so bored! I'm working on backstory but it's just bugging me. Just one of those days you don't want to work so all the work seems wrong. I think I'm moving too fast but the point of backstory is to just touch upon the basics that shape the character for the story. Annoying. I think most of the time I'm just going to talk about characters and stories on here when I get bored. That's got to be better then complaining about being bored. At least that way I'm doing something.
So, since I'm working of a character from Unsaid Works' Epic, I might as well rant on him.

Aurelius "la montèe" Vitrail: In Epic he's going to be the classic (somewhat cheesy) hero. He loves just and truth, and all that stuff. He's got the blue green eyes and golden blond locks of the classic storybook hero, the only thing is he's incredubly ugly. His face repels everyone, he's just hideous. His back ground was that he came from a poor country and large family. His parents put all of their kids up for adoption so they wouldn't starve to death, but because he was fourteen and ugly, he wasn't taken. His mother dies two days after all his siblings leave, leaving only him and his father to work their dying potato crop. I picked potatoes because I thought that would sound the most pathetic, no offense met to real potato farmers. When he turned twenty, his father gave him the little money they had so that he could go travel the world. So, now he's traveling around trying to find his siblings and become a hero. He meets a heroine that gives him advice and stuff like that.

Like I said, he's just a rip off of the storybook hero, probably why I'm not too crazy about it. I like him, just not the corny sappiness of him. I like Ah-nee much better...because he's such a brat. I can't help it, brats are great. Vive le brat! i'll be happy to get back to Luke after Aurelius. Ah, Luke, you're my salvation. Scary thought, but I don't like writing good characters too much. Luke's a good guy only because he's one of my main characters, technically he's not that great. Right, this was about Aurelius.

So, he's a good hero. He comes into Epic at twenty-seven. He should be married or something by now but, well, he's really really ugly. I mean, it looks like someone took a meat tenderizer to his face, tarred him, then ripped the tar off. Such a nice guy though, really nice guy. He's very pleasent, just hard to look at. Zateev is still uglier.

SGAH
FYWR
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Saturday, August 4, 2007

   nah nah blah
I got to go to a bar-b-q. It's a business thing and it's really really lame. I've got to smile, nod, and laugh politely at all the lame quips. I'll take my own car so I can lie my way out of it. If there's one thing I'm proud of it's my ability to lie. I only do it in nessessity, so don't think too badly of me. Oh, this is my father's business thing, not mine, and that's why it's so lame. My business conventions are fun. We sit in a basement and listen to classic rock, sometimes eating and playing video games. This thing I'm going to is a shame. It's a way for people to check out the families of the other employees. me, being the eldest, is automatically put in a sort of spot light. Being nineteen, I'm going to be hammered with questions about my future.
'I'm going to blah for the fall semester and then I'm transferring to blah. I'll get my BA there and transfer to blah in blah country and go for a masters in blah. Take a year off and help out in orphanages or something in blah country, go back to blah blah school and get a doctrince in blah.'
That's what my answer is supposed to be, so, naturally, that's what I'm going to say. Truthfully, I don't know what I'm going to do next week. I like it that way. I like living. I'm not ready to be locked up in a building for hours on end, studying things that won't help me what-so-ever when I actually get a job. Oh well, I guess this is just life. I know I've got to get my doctrince and get a good job. That's just common sense, but it's submitting to the will of others, to my professors, to my parents, to my clan, that I can't stand.
Freedom, isn't that what every sane person is aiming for? Don't we put ourselves through all the ridicule of school, bad jobs, pressures, so that someday we can have the freedom to live life how we want? They've got a different word for it in our society, retirement. I'm just going stir crazy with the thought that I won't get my freedom until I'm old and wrinkled. Freedom is allowed to those who work forever, but by the time it comes most want to just hang out with their grandkids. Ah, I want freedom now while the cold and the heat don't bother me as much as it will then. I want it while I can move free of joint pains.
I want freedom and immortality. Immortality is only acheived through fame, which is only acheived through being shackled down to a profession that you can rise in.
This is too much for such a...well, I was going to say sunny day but it's raining here. Still, this is too much for a Saturnday.
Well, I guess I'll blather on a bit more to make light of this post. I downloaded DAZ Studio. It's free to download so I recommend everyone go do that. When you sign up for your free account with your free download, tell them I sent you. Just pick one of the names from the list above.
I was supposed to say that as part of the agreement. Now I said it on a public board, so I'm off the hook.
I started backstory for one of my characters from Epic (working title, although it's an awesome one). so, I'll finish that up by Monday and send it off to Unsaid Works. Now that I've gotten DAZ I can hope to attempt to make rough copies of our characters. I'm very bad with it so it'll take awhile. If only I had some help....
Oh, and ther's something else I was supposd to say. SGAH started with me and Elite joking around. Well, now due to the joking of me and Becca we have FYWR.
SGAH, Straight Guys Are Hot, was our thing saying that we're not into yaoi. Like I explained previously, we just don't get it. Well, SGAH was supposed to go for any guy too, with it meaning Straight Girls Are Hot. Well, since SGAH is being signed by four girls and being explained as Straight Guys Are Hot, we had to think of something else too. Me and Becca were listing to some rock over the computer, talking and stuff like that, and I said Fight Yaoi With Rock, but then said it doesn't work so well. Well, she thought it was funny so it's Fight Yaoi (Yuri) With Rock, that way boys can use it too if they want.
Okay, seriously, I don't mind people liking yaoi. One of my very good friends really likes it. I just don't get it. If someone wants to explain I'll gladly listen, but if you start bringing in the brother/brother cousin/cousin son/father stuff, you'll lose me. That's gross, animated or not.

SGAH
FYWR
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Thursday, August 2, 2007

   blahdy blah blah
I'm doing that thing I don't like, posting everyday just to avoid work. What do I have to say that is so important that I must waste the infinate space provided by the internet?

Wow, that last sentance was a little too...refined for my taste. Um, so, nothing really important to say. I'm bored. I've just spent the last few hours doing as much research on falconry as I could. In the television show I've got a character that has a falcon and I was looking up different kinds. I decided on the gyrfalcon because I thought it was awesome and pretty. So, doing more research on the raptor, I found links to falconry. I feel stupid to admit that I didn't know people still did falconry. I thought it was a dead sport, and a shame that it was, because I always did love hanging out with the wild life raptor guys at my dad's work fair thingy. But, behold, falconry is very much alive and in breeding trained falcons it's helping with conservation. So, I've been doing research, I visited about fifty different sites, some in Spanish, French, Russian, Czech, and Arabic, making it very entertaining. And at long last i can tell you, the poor people who read my nonesence ramblings, or even glance at them, that along with signing up for a few martail arts lessons, I'll be learning falconry. In a few years, maybe less if I get organized, I'll have my very own gyrfalcon.

I'm terribly excited about all this. I'm realistic, though. I know that I've got to get a good job, get through school, and get a place of my own, but I can wait. It'll be totally worth it in the end. So, here's motivation to stop aiming for those 'C's. I guess this means I'll have to actually open a textbook. Oh well, I knew deep down that I couldn't fake my way through all my education. I guess I better get to work. Ah, if only I would just turn in that story. Oh well.

If anyone wants to see pictures of gyrfalcons, flickr has some good ones. Or just search for them in pictures. White is very popular with them as they are the only white falcons. I kind of like the silver and black ones, but the white is stunning.

SGAH
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Wednesday, August 1, 2007

   ouroboros
I don't have anything to say. I just was looking through some old alchemy texts and found the ouroboros in the Book of Lambspring. The story with this goes that there was a great dragon in this forest. It was very poisonous. It ate it's poisonous tail and produced a very powerful medicine. something like that. It's from the 17th century, but I'm fairly close if it's not right. I thought I'd just explain it a little so that it doesn't pass off as a Satanic symbol or something.

In other randomness, we tried to work over the phone on our show. Elite ended up drawing and I ended up reading stuff from a different story. This stuff was horrific. I'll never do a proper death scene if I don't get over it. I think it was just bad because I thought it was a different chapter and it wasn't. When something starts off using the word grotesque, that's bad, especially when you didn't expect it.

I got parahuman's Zeme, Nicolaia up. I messed her up. Zeme's are all based off dogs, colors and stuff, and she's supposed to be a black and tan. I hadn't seen a black and tan in a long time when I originally drew her. I'm so disappointed about that, but oh well. She's just an untypical black and tan. I should put up some info on Zemes, since they're my only thing on here, but I don't feel like it right now. Got to work.

SGAH
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Tuesday, July 31, 2007

early
I shouldn't be allowed near this thing this early. Well, it's almost noon, but that's still not all that great of a time. This place I live in makes me feel lazy, tired, and stupid. It also gives me "prison syndrome" so I play with weights and stuff. I wear ankle weights almost all the time. They don't do anything for me anymore, but oh well. I've got to do some work today. I don't want to. Actually, this one bit is turning of pretty okay. I'll probably figure out a way to mess that up just from lack of sleep, but that's why there's the editting process. What'd make it easier is if I had my dates for this story.
Elite, Becca, I need the birthdates for Yori, Hector, Sylas, Kali, Fallon, Nevada, Dante, Renee, Nicodemus, Sergei, Kerbasi, Amadeus, Kyrie, and Judas. It's in that notebook with the bright yellow plastic cover. It'll be a list of them and others with a bunch of numbers and slashes right after their names. Those aren't the birthdates. The birthdates are a bit after those numbers. Yori was October, Renee was May, and Dante was April. I need the numbers too. I think that's all I need for that one. Please. I said it.
And don't forget to get me Aurelius's names and his age. I guess I'd need his birthdate too. Please.
I hate that word. I don't really know why, but I do. Wow, I'm tired. I have stuff I'm editting up on the other page, I love Nooks. They scare me really bad sometimes, but they're such good brothers. Well, it depends on how you look at it. They don't sit around and try to murder each other, so that's a huge bonus right there. 'Kay, I can't pretend I've got something to say anymore. I'm out of it.

Killer Queen Lyrics

SGAH
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Saturday, July 28, 2007

   hahaha
Got back from the east yesterday. I went just to go to the Harry Potter book opening with friends. I wasn't away long enough to do it to 'catch up' or anything. Still, it was fun. Becca, her older sister, and me went as Death Eaters. I always went as a werewolf Gryffindor, but this was pretty awesome. People chanted and cheered for us. I'm getting a power high all over again just by remembering it. I wanted them to boo at us and hiss, but this was just so cool that I don't mind. Our masks were really cool, but they looked odd without the hoods up. My hood didn't stay up too easily so I wore it covering my left eye slightly, on top of my head. It would've looked better with the hood, but that hood was messing with my hair and the mask did mess with my make-up, so I guess it was okay.

I'm not into make-up and putting stuff in my hair, but I went as Bellatrix (Becca's sister was Narcissa with Becca as Madame Avery), and I just pull off a better Bella with a lighter face and mousse messy hair. We got our pictures in a paper we still haven't found. I hate camera so it was hood and mask for that. And the costume contest, well, Becca goes into better detail so I'll leave it out. I was seriously on a power trip because people wouldn't shut up when it came to us. I started out with the hood and mask, but Sirius knocked off my hood because we were back to back (almost poster style which was funny) so I had to pull the mask off and wear it like I described. If that woman let us introduce ourselves, or if we had seen Becca's brother, we would've won. We would've pretended to Crusio him. You can't beat Lestrange, Malfoy, and Avery Crusio-ing someone from the crowd. Okay, I sound like a real geek-dork so I'm going to stop.

First, man, I was proud of my look. Okay, okay, that was vain. I'm not really vain, it's the power talking. I look good in power. Sorry, I'll stop now.

We, (Becca, Elite, ect.), managed to write, well come up with, an episode for the television show we're going to get around to doing. It's one of those episodes that doesn't further the plot but at the same time has tiny bites of info on how that world works. Just a random, funny, lighten the whole feel for an episode...uh, episode. This show is a dark comedy, no other way to put it. It's got parts that are quite funny, probably because most of it is us goofing off with our characters. Other parts are quite bloody. Anastasius is in it, along with a few other characters of my own warped mind. We've all got some, very all over collaboration, thingy.
Cami: 1
Ian: 6/7(8?)
Becca: 6/7(8?)
Elite: Um, wow, I wish my mind didn't just shut down. More then eight, at least I'm fairly sure. Wow, I feel really stupid for not knowing this off the top of my head. Then again so far I've only been positive about how many Cami had.
Me: 16/17, I'm not even sure with myself. I have profiles for that many but I don't think most are really going to play a part. Anastasius, Ai, and about four other will probably be it. Now I feel even dumber for not knowing my own. I can name them off, I'm fairly sure. I don't feel like it right now.

Okay, so, induvidual stuff now. I'm back with my typing computer, yeah for passing the time, boo for my stupid arm. It'll get used to it again in a day or so. I finished off chapter six of the sequel to this story I was writing for the past five years. Whoopie! But I think I'm probably going to end up typing up backstory for Aurelius, Adellenine, Aurora, and Borealis. I just feel like. I do have to finish off that stupid sequel so I can finish off some other stuff. I left Fury, Danny, Key, and Ethereal laying around too long. Time to get back to them.

Wow, I'm still bored. I'm only typing so much on this so I can avoid work. Oh, I'll go on about airlines. I hate airlines. I took a flight east for the book. My layover was supposed to be about half an hour, but no, it took me eight ______(fill it it yourself) hours to get out of there. I'll take some responciblity for missing the one flight, but only some. I was sitting right at the gate and I kept cheaking the time, checking the flight number, and it left. The woman said she called me, I didn't hear her. She tried to say my name to show she called me, even messed up the first name. I swore she was speaking a different language, like Arabic. Oh, and she wasn't foreign or anything. I wasn't the only one that missed it though, so I didn't feel too bad. The other ones got mad and stormed off. Well, I don't know NYC, so I couldn't go anywhere or nothing. I got the next flight out, supposed to leave at six or something like that, only a few hours. I went to the gate she told me it was at and waited. Half an hour before take off it disappears from the moniter. I ask if it was cancled, no, they switched gates. They tell me the gate, I go to the gate and it's not that gate. I ask which gate, they don't know. I run around the airport until I find it, then it's delayed until nine. So, I sit back in one of those horrid airport seats and wait. A couple minutes, maybe longer since time was blurring at this point from being so bored, the flight disappears from the motier again. I don't even bother asking this time and go look for it. I find it, it vanishes again. They changed the stupid gate six times and only announced it twice, not that it mattered because no one could hear or understand the people. Every single time they got on everyone would turn to their neighbor and ask what they said. I finally find the gate, it's almost nine, I find more people on that flight so I can follow them around if things get moved again, everything's great. Except, nine came and went without the doors opening. A guy asked what was going on, we had no pilot, no flight crew. We didn't get off the ground until passed ten, maybe ten fifteen. Heck, it was probably ten thirty. Either way, I loathe flying. The problem was I had to fly back. I skipped over the NYC airport and got a connection in Philly, the start. Unfortunately, I was travelling alone, like always, and they bumped me off to fit a family. Oh, I was so mad. I would've thrown a fit, I almost did, but I calmed myself down and waited for four hours. The other woman they bumped for that family talked about her daughters and stuff, so it passed the time a bit. I didn't say much, told her I was writing a television show with a few people, but that was it. I don't like to talk. You'd never be able to guess from the length of these posts, but it's true. And when I do talk, when I go on for hours with someone I don't know, I'll leave the conversation knowing tons about them but they might not even get my name. It's a cool trick. Okay, anyway, so I got stuck in Philly for four hours. I know Philly, so if things got bad I could leave. I know all the shady service veichels that you avoid and the good ones you use. It helps being a nomad. So, I finally get on the stupid plane, which at this point if someone were to talk to me I'd probably be the snidest thing in the world, and then the plane stops. It stops right there on the tar-mat, the engines go off, and the pilot says the flight might be cancled. G__ d____ it, word for word right there in the plane. I'm so surprised I didn't get kicked off. Well, two hours of sitting on the tar-mat, and the plane starts moving. We get really close to the airport and the plane nose dives for a few seconds, completely freaking out the woman sitting next to me, who happened to be spilling onto my seat. It freaked the guy on my other side, who took the arm rest and kept trying to make sure I wasn't watching what he was typing while at the same time keeping his laptop turned towards me. I wanted to laugh like all the other times my plane's dropped, but I couldn't. I was so angry and so hungry. The best thing about that day was the prime rib I got at some random roadside restaurant at ten at night. Just like the best thing about the flight going east was the can of Vienna (can't say the word can't spell the word). I enjoy food. Right, so the plane dived like that because the pilot didn't realise he was that close to the airport. I'm not flying anymore, not for a long time. If it wasn't the flights it's the security. Nineteen, travelling alone, I always get my bags searched and I always get searched. I guess being a brunette with an interesting complextion doesn't help all that much either. So, flying is bad.

SGAH
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