Thursday, May 1, 2014
It is a lovely mountain card.
The Real Origin of Dwarves
This is a picture of a reconstructed Neanderthal Man....
See? He looks just like a dwarf.
There has been some speculation about whether or not Cro-Magnons interbred with Neanderthals. Some people think that Cro-Magnons raped Neanderthals.
Some people think there are traces of Neanderthal DNA within some humans.
Neanderthals seem to have been cave-dwellers, thus the spoken word mythology of dwarves began, about creatures with mines under the Earth.
Meanwhile, J.R.R. Tolkien kind of based his dwarves on wandering Jewish people, combining it with other speculations he had about dwarves.
If you want to read more about all this crap, look it up on wikipedia. It's all there.
I'll point you in the right direction, but I'm not gonna do research. I don't get paid enough, haha.
There has been some speculation about whether or not Cro-Magnons interbred with Neanderthals. Some people think that Cro-Magnons raped Neanderthals.
Some people think there are traces of Neanderthal DNA within some humans.
Neanderthals seem to have been cave-dwellers, thus the spoken word mythology of dwarves began, about creatures with mines under the Earth.
Meanwhile, J.R.R. Tolkien kind of based his dwarves on wandering Jewish people, combining it with other speculations he had about dwarves.
If you want to read more about all this crap, look it up on wikipedia. It's all there.
I'll point you in the right direction, but I'm not gonna do research. I don't get paid enough, haha.
Friday, December 30, 2011
Happy Goblin Christmas
I am currently frustrated with the game a little, but I liked this image of the cute, little goblin roasting a marshmallow.
Enjoy.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
The Mountains of Scooby Doo
Okay, this blog is enabled for adsense now. I thought it already was.
This blog has six hits.
It looks like Russia has an interest in this blog. I don't know what kind of bots they have there. What must happen with blogs around the world, is they translate them into other languages. I would imagine people around the world want to know what is going on in other countries, and they want to know what other people think.
To work towards a world wide audience is cool. I can deal with that.
I know one thing, I'm not especially accepted in this country, I might as well get fans in other countries.
It gives me something to shoot for.
Dang, these guys are still talking next to me. It provides me with a percussive rhythm, but I really don't want to listen to what they are talking about. I'm trying to write here.
So my plan is to become a prolific blogger, and to generate revenue. That sounds fun. After all, nobody in their right mind would publish me.
These guys talking are better than the guy before who was doing the exact opposite. He was sucking the energy of the room in. At least these guys are energy sources.
It's a beautiful day today.
It's a nice thing to be able to bring a laptop to a cafe, connect to the internet, and have a good time.
Cool, it looks like these guys are leaving. I can't wait. I just want to hear my own thoughts.
Edgar Allen Poe is still not very popular in this country. He has devoted fans, but I think he is still seen as an outsider. He was a master of the English language, that is for sure. His vocabulary was amazing. I think he died at forty, though. He sure did produce a lot of material for having lived a short life.
In comparison, I haven't done a thing.
Yay, the two guys are finally leaving. A wave of openness in space and mind hits my forehead. I can't wait until I don't hear the timbre of their voices any more, geez. It's exhausting.
I waited an hour for them to leave.
Finally, they are gone.
I can think again.
Their disappearance has left me with such a clear feeling, it is great.
Wow, it is noon now. I just spent the last three hours blogging.
I'm not really writing anything. My best work was lost today. It might have been the most comprehensive writing I did today, and it is gone. Oh well, you can't cry over spilled milk. There is no point to that.
So, I will spend the rest of the day with more computer stuff at home, and I will prepare for our weekly Magic The Gathering session at Specs bar in North Beach, San Francisco. It is only a twenty minute bike ride for me to get there. Alcohol is always involved in our games. It is fun. The games get slower and slower as we drink more, but it is a good time.
We do lots of talking in between games. One person that has been mentioned lately is Herman Cain, former president of Godfather's Pizza. It looks like he used to harass women. Bill Clinton did, too, and he still was able to become President of the USA. Can't the Republican party find anybody better than Herman Cain? Sheez.
I guess when I think of a better title for this blog, I will change it. For now, I am just interested in having a blog for each color of Magic. I think it is funny to base my life off of a card game.
I've always loved games of all kinds, especially board games. Monopoly was fun, even though it got boring. There was a rush in throwing the dice, though. Winning at the expense of others losing was always great.
Anyway, I used to love this Scooby Doo board game I used to have. I used to like Haunted Houses a lot. I'll have to look on the web to see if I can find a picture of that board game. I bet I can.
Not the one I was looking for, but close enough. This one came out in 1980. The one I had was earlier. Same principle, though. Just moving tokens around.
Some guy just moved after I coughed, and then I said, "Don't Panic". I was creeped out by him when he first sat down, looking at me funny. I am glad he is gone.
Scooby Doo definitely belongs in my Swamp blog, and not here. Sometimes, colors blend, you know. I have no problem mixing red with black. They work good together.
This blog has six hits.
It looks like Russia has an interest in this blog. I don't know what kind of bots they have there. What must happen with blogs around the world, is they translate them into other languages. I would imagine people around the world want to know what is going on in other countries, and they want to know what other people think.
To work towards a world wide audience is cool. I can deal with that.
I know one thing, I'm not especially accepted in this country, I might as well get fans in other countries.
It gives me something to shoot for.
Dang, these guys are still talking next to me. It provides me with a percussive rhythm, but I really don't want to listen to what they are talking about. I'm trying to write here.
So my plan is to become a prolific blogger, and to generate revenue. That sounds fun. After all, nobody in their right mind would publish me.
These guys talking are better than the guy before who was doing the exact opposite. He was sucking the energy of the room in. At least these guys are energy sources.
It's a beautiful day today.
It's a nice thing to be able to bring a laptop to a cafe, connect to the internet, and have a good time.
Cool, it looks like these guys are leaving. I can't wait. I just want to hear my own thoughts.
Edgar Allen Poe is still not very popular in this country. He has devoted fans, but I think he is still seen as an outsider. He was a master of the English language, that is for sure. His vocabulary was amazing. I think he died at forty, though. He sure did produce a lot of material for having lived a short life.
In comparison, I haven't done a thing.
Yay, the two guys are finally leaving. A wave of openness in space and mind hits my forehead. I can't wait until I don't hear the timbre of their voices any more, geez. It's exhausting.
I waited an hour for them to leave.
Finally, they are gone.
I can think again.
Their disappearance has left me with such a clear feeling, it is great.
Wow, it is noon now. I just spent the last three hours blogging.
I'm not really writing anything. My best work was lost today. It might have been the most comprehensive writing I did today, and it is gone. Oh well, you can't cry over spilled milk. There is no point to that.
So, I will spend the rest of the day with more computer stuff at home, and I will prepare for our weekly Magic The Gathering session at Specs bar in North Beach, San Francisco. It is only a twenty minute bike ride for me to get there. Alcohol is always involved in our games. It is fun. The games get slower and slower as we drink more, but it is a good time.
We do lots of talking in between games. One person that has been mentioned lately is Herman Cain, former president of Godfather's Pizza. It looks like he used to harass women. Bill Clinton did, too, and he still was able to become President of the USA. Can't the Republican party find anybody better than Herman Cain? Sheez.
I guess when I think of a better title for this blog, I will change it. For now, I am just interested in having a blog for each color of Magic. I think it is funny to base my life off of a card game.
I've always loved games of all kinds, especially board games. Monopoly was fun, even though it got boring. There was a rush in throwing the dice, though. Winning at the expense of others losing was always great.
Anyway, I used to love this Scooby Doo board game I used to have. I used to like Haunted Houses a lot. I'll have to look on the web to see if I can find a picture of that board game. I bet I can.
Not the one I was looking for, but close enough. This one came out in 1980. The one I had was earlier. Same principle, though. Just moving tokens around.
Some guy just moved after I coughed, and then I said, "Don't Panic". I was creeped out by him when he first sat down, looking at me funny. I am glad he is gone.
Scooby Doo definitely belongs in my Swamp blog, and not here. Sometimes, colors blend, you know. I have no problem mixing red with black. They work good together.
Tapping Into The Power of Mountains
I don't know if I will be able to write an article that will be good enough to live up to the title of this blog entry, but I will try.
Of course, Yoda says there is no try. There is only do, or do not.
Yoda doesn't know everything, though. All you have to do is listen to his dialogue in episodes 1-3 to know that Yoda isn't always that smart. His padawan ended up turning to the dark side. That would be Dooku, of course.
Anyway, I can't get into all these people going mountain climbing. It's dangerous. Sure, most of the time nothing happens. No accident at all. But sometimes, you get stranded up there, with no food or water, and you have to get a helicopter to come rescue you. That sounds like a whole ordeal.
I'd rather sit in the cafe, where it is safe. I don't have to risk losing an arm here.
I like mountains, though. They are beautiful.
They have been the subject of many paintings, and now there are tons of Magic cards based on them.
Mountains are solid and rock hard. They provide red mana for burn spells. They give life to lots of creatures that depend on strength.
Mountains are old. They've been there a long time.
They are a powerful symbol.
I don't know what it all means, except that if I am on the plains, where it is flat and boring, I sure do wish there were some mountains around.
They provide nice shapes for any landscape.
Anyway, time for a cigarette.
Two and a half hours just to work on blogs. Sheez. I wish I didn't lose the blog I worked an hour on. It's so unfair, but it happens. It still sucks, though.
I'm such a loser for spending two and a half hours on a blog that will take a long time to get anything to happen. Sheez.
Guy with tattoos on arms is talking to some other guy. Seems like decent people.
While I was outside, I saw two people standing there with their portable electronic devices. It's a bizarre sight. People can't forget those devices for two minutes. They post stuff for people they don't know. It all results in money some where. Each click costs something.
I saw a guy on a motorized bike, which looked cool. I like all developments with bicycle technology. They still need to make anti-gravity bikes to make them more like speeder bikes, though.
I saw another guy who looked like he spent way too much time trimming his beard. He was wearing shorts, which is not always a good idea when riding your bike. One fall and it is skin against pavement, and that really hurts bad. He looked to me like he was a gay man. I hope he is happy.
It doesn't bother me if somebody is gay or not. It is none of my business. I got tired of the cruising and looking in the YMCA locker room. I quit that place recently after three years.
Anyway, I hope I can publish this blog. The internet seemed to go off and then on again.
I don't like it when I lose my work. It's a pain.
I don't know how to tap into the power of mountains. I'm not much of a mountain climber. I'd rather sit here in a cafe.
You know, it really doesn't matter much what I write here. No one reads this thing, not even me.
It's hard to think with the chatter going on.
The city worker is outside sweeping again. What a job that must be. To sweep for hours sounds really tedious. At least he gets to be outside to enjoy the sunshine, and still get paid, so I guess that ain't too bad. Also, he doesn't have a boss breathing down his neck every five minutes. That is one of my least favorite things in the world, when a boss does that. Such a pain. Makes the job hardly worth it.
Of course, Yoda says there is no try. There is only do, or do not.
Yoda doesn't know everything, though. All you have to do is listen to his dialogue in episodes 1-3 to know that Yoda isn't always that smart. His padawan ended up turning to the dark side. That would be Dooku, of course.
Anyway, I can't get into all these people going mountain climbing. It's dangerous. Sure, most of the time nothing happens. No accident at all. But sometimes, you get stranded up there, with no food or water, and you have to get a helicopter to come rescue you. That sounds like a whole ordeal.
I'd rather sit in the cafe, where it is safe. I don't have to risk losing an arm here.
I like mountains, though. They are beautiful.
They have been the subject of many paintings, and now there are tons of Magic cards based on them.
Mountains are solid and rock hard. They provide red mana for burn spells. They give life to lots of creatures that depend on strength.
Mountains are old. They've been there a long time.
They are a powerful symbol.
I don't know what it all means, except that if I am on the plains, where it is flat and boring, I sure do wish there were some mountains around.
They provide nice shapes for any landscape.
Anyway, time for a cigarette.
Two and a half hours just to work on blogs. Sheez. I wish I didn't lose the blog I worked an hour on. It's so unfair, but it happens. It still sucks, though.
I'm such a loser for spending two and a half hours on a blog that will take a long time to get anything to happen. Sheez.
Guy with tattoos on arms is talking to some other guy. Seems like decent people.
While I was outside, I saw two people standing there with their portable electronic devices. It's a bizarre sight. People can't forget those devices for two minutes. They post stuff for people they don't know. It all results in money some where. Each click costs something.
I saw a guy on a motorized bike, which looked cool. I like all developments with bicycle technology. They still need to make anti-gravity bikes to make them more like speeder bikes, though.
I saw another guy who looked like he spent way too much time trimming his beard. He was wearing shorts, which is not always a good idea when riding your bike. One fall and it is skin against pavement, and that really hurts bad. He looked to me like he was a gay man. I hope he is happy.
It doesn't bother me if somebody is gay or not. It is none of my business. I got tired of the cruising and looking in the YMCA locker room. I quit that place recently after three years.
Anyway, I hope I can publish this blog. The internet seemed to go off and then on again.
I don't like it when I lose my work. It's a pain.
I don't know how to tap into the power of mountains. I'm not much of a mountain climber. I'd rather sit here in a cafe.
You know, it really doesn't matter much what I write here. No one reads this thing, not even me.
It's hard to think with the chatter going on.
The city worker is outside sweeping again. What a job that must be. To sweep for hours sounds really tedious. At least he gets to be outside to enjoy the sunshine, and still get paid, so I guess that ain't too bad. Also, he doesn't have a boss breathing down his neck every five minutes. That is one of my least favorite things in the world, when a boss does that. Such a pain. Makes the job hardly worth it.
Ants
Okay, so I am trying to get this blog going.
Recovering from the blog entry that I lost, I am starting anew.
All I can do in a situation like this.
I hope this blog doesn't get lost.
It happens when the computer is being updated with Avast! anti-virus, or some other thing.
Lots of things happen on the computer.
It's become a life style for me.
I resisted computers for a long time. I didn't want to get sucked into them. But then, it was necessary to.
Now I can't do anything without my computers.
I need them.
If I make a painting, no one can see it unless I post a picture of it.
So, computers are absolutely necessary.
The reason why I resisted them for so long is I knew that a lot of it would be a waste of time.
That is true.
A lot of time gets wasted on the computer.
But when things get done, they are there forever.
A good youtube video for me now can generate hits, fame, and money into my adsense account.
The money I've made with adsense in my account is about $4.30 for all of my work.
They sure don't pay well.
Anyway, my coffee is good, and it is a nice day out there.
You know I am just filling up space, right? It is something to do.
I'm trying to make up for my lost blog entry.
There is no way to regain those words.
Dang.
Oh well, maybe it is time for a cigarette.
You know, adsense isn't the greatest boss to work for.
He does not pay especially well.
Oh well, that's how it goes.
The house always wins.
So what I need is my own house.
My cigarette was good. I enjoyed standing out there to get a head change. A cigarette gives me time to reflect, and to change the palette of my thoughts. I was thinking about ants, because they keep going no matter what. I always liked ants. I used to go to the field and get ants for my aquarium of ants. Then some kid broke my aquarium and my ants got out. I think it was some kid that belonged to a baby sitter that didn't do anything. The guy would just lay on the couch, and I couldn't watch t.v., the bum. His kids would break my toys, the little bastards. Dang them.
My parents didn't always get the best baby sitters.
It's amazing that I can type in almost any kind of animal or insect, and Magic has a card for it. I think it's great.
If only I could limit my usage of the word 'it', that would be great, too.
So all I am trying to do this morning is to get this blog going. It ain't easy. It's hard. I spend just as much time writing a blog as I do making videos. It ain't easy to write well. It takes practice, and know how. It requires a certain amount of expertise.
One thing is for sure is I would rather sit around writing then working some lame job.
Some people get books published from blogs. I'm not even close to doing that. For one thing, I have no readers, and for another, my material is all over the place, and sketchy.
Haha, I don't care. I am just having fun.
Okay, let's publish this thing and get it over with.
In the blog world, numbers don't lie.
Recovering from the blog entry that I lost, I am starting anew.
All I can do in a situation like this.
I hope this blog doesn't get lost.
It happens when the computer is being updated with Avast! anti-virus, or some other thing.
Lots of things happen on the computer.
It's become a life style for me.
I resisted computers for a long time. I didn't want to get sucked into them. But then, it was necessary to.
Now I can't do anything without my computers.
I need them.
If I make a painting, no one can see it unless I post a picture of it.
So, computers are absolutely necessary.
The reason why I resisted them for so long is I knew that a lot of it would be a waste of time.
That is true.
A lot of time gets wasted on the computer.
But when things get done, they are there forever.
A good youtube video for me now can generate hits, fame, and money into my adsense account.
The money I've made with adsense in my account is about $4.30 for all of my work.
They sure don't pay well.
Anyway, my coffee is good, and it is a nice day out there.
You know I am just filling up space, right? It is something to do.
I'm trying to make up for my lost blog entry.
There is no way to regain those words.
Dang.
Oh well, maybe it is time for a cigarette.
You know, adsense isn't the greatest boss to work for.
He does not pay especially well.
Oh well, that's how it goes.
The house always wins.
So what I need is my own house.
My cigarette was good. I enjoyed standing out there to get a head change. A cigarette gives me time to reflect, and to change the palette of my thoughts. I was thinking about ants, because they keep going no matter what. I always liked ants. I used to go to the field and get ants for my aquarium of ants. Then some kid broke my aquarium and my ants got out. I think it was some kid that belonged to a baby sitter that didn't do anything. The guy would just lay on the couch, and I couldn't watch t.v., the bum. His kids would break my toys, the little bastards. Dang them.
My parents didn't always get the best baby sitters.
It's amazing that I can type in almost any kind of animal or insect, and Magic has a card for it. I think it's great.
If only I could limit my usage of the word 'it', that would be great, too.
So all I am trying to do this morning is to get this blog going. It ain't easy. It's hard. I spend just as much time writing a blog as I do making videos. It ain't easy to write well. It takes practice, and know how. It requires a certain amount of expertise.
One thing is for sure is I would rather sit around writing then working some lame job.
Some people get books published from blogs. I'm not even close to doing that. For one thing, I have no readers, and for another, my material is all over the place, and sketchy.
Haha, I don't care. I am just having fun.
Okay, let's publish this thing and get it over with.
In the blog world, numbers don't lie.
The Evil Eye
Was it a good blog entry that people would read? I don't know, probably not. I can't worry about that now.
Anyhow,....
All the blog that I lost boiled down to was this, the evil eye. That is The Eye of Adsense, watching what I do with every blog entry I publish. They are watching.
Of course I understand that they have rules and regulations that they must abide by. There are certain legal issues involved with what people post on the web.
This blog is for a general audience, but my 18 and over blog that I have, well, I have to be careful there. It's set to 18 and over, so I don't know what the problem is. I should be able to post whatever I want, as long as I am obeying the law.
What are the laws? Hard to know.
South Park talks about porn stuff, but they can't really show it. I know they want to. They get as close as they can. They have lawyers they constantly consult with about the content of their show concerning what they can and can not do. I think it is all great, for they are pushing the boundaries. I love it.
What it means is, if they can get away with certain things, that means I can, too....well, almost.
Adsense and Blogger have their policies, you know.
So let's see... the things I talked about in my lost blog was 3D game makers, The Santa Monica Mountains, CSUN, graphic arts, adsense, blogger, the evil eye, stories, vignettes, events, happenings...all gone down the tube now. Happens.
Ultimately, it doesn't matter. I lost my blog entry, big whoop to do. I performed the act of writing it, so I get some xp for that. Well, not really, it didn't get recorded. It's as if it never happened. Oh well, nothing I can do about it.
Impossible to rewrite what I had lost, and I don't even know if I want to.
So things are going good on Clone Wars, and I'm having fun.
On youtube, I'm at 205, 894 hits. Only 95,000 until I hit 300,000. Woot.
My goal is to reach a million, and then I'll go from there.
Anyway, you know what? I need to find a job. Dang, that thing again. I need to find a way to make money.
Adsense isn't an especially good boss to work for. The pay is non-existent.
To make money on this blog, I need thousands of hits a day. I don't know anybody who sits at their computer or portable electronic device and just reads blogs. Most people are either texting or playing games. That's what people do, not pore over some blog.
The guy to my left is finally leaving, thank god. I saw him once at The St. Stoopid Day parade. He had the right side of his body covered in clothes, and the other half was naked. There was also a girl doing that. Really cute on her, not so cute on him. She wore a half dress, that was adorable.
It sucks that I lost my blog entry. I was on a roll.
I was trying to tap into the power of mountains today. I'm not doing too good of a job.
Tonight is our weekly Magic The Gathering session. I ought to make a new deck, or at least try to organize my cards. I say that week after week.
My studio is chaos. I got to do something about that.
Yeah, I have to get a job of some kind. I don't know what I even want to do at this point. Well, I know, I'm doing it right now. Hard to get paid, though, that's the problem.
I'm starting to find that a job is just not going to walk up to me and say, "Here I am!". I actually have to go out and get one. Sucks, but that is how it works.
Well, in any case, it is a beautiful day.
My coffee is good. I like the coffee here.
Dang, I wish my previous blog entry still existed.
Maybe I should publish this one before it gets erased.
Dang, I was on such a roll, too. Now the world will never know what I wrote.
Basically, it was the same stuff that I always write about, no big deal. But I wrote it, it came from me, and now it is gone. Sucks.
Oh well, happens.
Anyway, the evil eye is everywhere, watching. Everything we do on the computer is being watched. Everything.
Of course, they can't look at all of it all at the same time, and why would they want to? Most people obey the law, they don't care about those people.
Catching criminals is big business in this country.
I'm not a criminal, I'm a visual artist. Some people might consider that the same thing. A lot of people don't like artists. That isn't my problem, though, what people like or don't like. I have nothing to do with it.
I wonder if anybody will read this entry and try and make sense of it? Probably not. I have no readers. People have lives, you know.
Well, I had better publish this entry before it gets lost, too.
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