Oh no you didn't+I'm gonna shoot you

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So I ended up watching two completely different shows this evening.

One: Numbers. It's a sometimes creepy, other times subtly hilarious, mystery show. Just my type, because it has a fantastic mix of action, and nerding out. I mean really, one of the main characters is a college math professor. A brilliant one. It's awesome.

The other, Jon Stewart. I have nothing to say here. Other than it's hilarious to watch him crack himself up. Completely hilarious.

HTML is good for you.

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Okay, that stuff up there is what I'll be starting to post once school starts, as part of my grade. I'm just getting used to the HTML being there. It's actually really neat. In order to not use paper, my theatre teacher is having everyone blog their journals. Hence, what I've been doing for the past month, in order to get into the swing of things. Ain't it neat?

Ads

Widely considered pornography, by a certain definition. Yet I'm thinking I want some. After all, this is my one-months point. Approximately. I think. SO yes. I'm fairly regular. Sure, this is a school thing, but maybe I should come up with at least a banner, or something. I dunno. Maybe commission something. Blegh. Too much thought. Not enough active brain power.

Boop-beepidy-boop

Okay, my grandpa did some extremely early computer work, and I'm just thinking: How many things simply would not have happened if not for the creation of the computer?

For one thing, I couldn't do this. Blogging. But that's obvious. But how many people would be totally unaware of any live theatre going on around them? Some people only do things if they know about them in advance...I dunno. It's just a weird thought. Just how much computers really matter.

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Well, I figured out how to throat sing today. I'm not entirely certain how, though.
I was just sorta perusin' through my falsetto while listening to my iTunes, and found a note that hit some overtones. So I used it, and it worked.

Throat singing is where you find a note that resonates in your head/throat/body particularly well. As a result, you get some pretty nifty whistle-like notes. The end effect is that you're singing two notes at once. By changing the shape of the air column in your throat, the overtone changes, without the base note changing. The people most known for throat singing are the Tibetans, I believe.

So I randomly figured out how to do this. And promptly remembered a little tidbit: Throat singers are somewhat famous for losing their voice by age 30. So I will be throat singing not-so-often. But It's cool to know how.

Evwybody, evwybody

More rediscovery today. Homestarrunner, in this case. They have a new main page!

Anyways, it be neat...Animations, with comedy, and whatnot...Ow. I'm in pain, for some reason. Just go look at it. It's virgin-friendly. Worst word is holy crap...

Lollerskates

I found a coupla neato comdeians today. Ed Byrne and...Frankie Boyle, I think it was? Anyways, both very amusing people. Just finding it fascinating to see how Europeans joke about Americans! And how it's all true!

I went to the Grand Canyon, and the Aericans were just so *proud* of it! "Oh, look, I bet you don't have one o' those Ireland!" Well of course not, where would we put it!? Though really, I find the name misleading. You call something grand no matter what. You're having a completely awful day, and someone asks you how you're doing, and you say, "Oh, just grand." This hole was fuckin' brilliant! They should call it the Fuckin' Brilliant Canyon. Much more fitting.

This, of course, paraphrased from the original. I just find it hilarious, and I'm not entirely certain why. I also find it fascinating just to hear the different accents. That's how I should learn accents. Listen to the comedians. But I'd have to find ones who don't use accents as part of their act...

White in the West helps creative flow

I want to see what a perfectly feng shui'd room looks like. And what it feels like. I'm not sure whether to trust it as an art form or not, since I've never actually seen it done. I mean, surely arranging a room by color is solely visual, right? Well, I honestly dont know. There's something about a Kua number. And elements. It's too confusing for me right now.

Instead, I got to do a jam session this evening! It was very, very fun. Freeform(ish) music! Woo!

Is that....An igloo?

I wonder how much inspiration has occurred out of sheer boredom. Or exhaustion. Or even whole art forms. Who seriously thought, "Ooh, look! That looks slightly smaller at the edges! That's absolutely awesome! I'll scratch the image onto a bit of tree that has been shaved impossibly thin and flat! With a rock! I'll call it perspective!" It's really very silly. Maybe I oughta be bored more often? Nah. I get more, though maybe a bit less innovative, stuff when entertained. Mrh.

Rum?

With a tag line like that, need I say it? I finally saw PotC3. Only took forever.

Anyways, saw something similar to what I saw in Avenue Q. Talking to yourself. In this case, good 'ol Jack Sparrow. Since he seems to have gone absolutely insane, he talks to himself. And I can't stop thinking how hard that must be. Johnny Depp has to hear his own voice in his head. And then respond to it. And then wait for the imaginary response. And move so that they overlap properly. And...it's just awesome. And I'm very tired afterward. But I enjoyed the movie enough to not pee for 3 hours even though I needed to. :D

Also, I decided to change the layout. Just another preset. I've not a bloody clue what to do with the HTML. *shrug*

It Sucks To Be You

Well, I don't truly have to *think* for today. I saw Avenue Q. That sorta just presents itself in a hilarious package of funness.

Now, the main thing that impressed me was the fact that there are so many elements in the show. In a musical, there are plenty already. But once you add puppets, it gets that much more complicated. And then you add each actor playing multiple characters. In the same scene. Talking to themselves.

The scene that most comes to mind is the scene in which Kate is dropping off the note at Princeton's apartment, but Lucy the Slut is there to intercept. The two characters are voiced by the same actor, who is only puppeteering Kate. This is amazing to watch as she speaks in two different voices, and acts against herself.

Also, singing with a voice not your own seems very difficult. Particularly for Christmas Eve. The only point at which she gets to use her actual singing voice is during The More You Ruv Someone, but there it's still joking. She (intentionally) hams it up. But it becomes hilarious, since she maintains the fake accent the rest of the show.

I could go on for ages describing everything, but I think I'll leave it at that for the moment. After all, it's a quarter past two. I shouldn't be awake.

-Gabe

Flaming Balls and Bags

I mean Poi. It's a game-toy-like-thing. You take a tennis ball. Attach it to a string. Add a handle of some sort. Multiply by 2. Swing about in neat patterns. This is poi.

Also, Threadbanger. DIY everything. Mostly crafts. Yes. Win. That is all.

I don't know much to say about these things. But they are awesome. Check 'em out.

Oooh. Shiny.

I got a free art lesson today, from my friend Rebecca (metal-icarus.deviantart.com <---Check it out!) She taught me better ways to use pastels. The main thing was that you can blend pastels with pastels. This is made easier by the fact that I have chalk pastels. So, they're less smudgy, I guess? Less residue, really. But yes. I drew 2 eggs, a pot, and part of a lamp. And I'm getting better! Woo! So yes.

On a separate note, I watched some of the Olympic gymnastics today. One word: damn. I mean, the basics are probably really fun, but seriously now. How much of a life can you have when you're that dedicated? I barely have one as is. :P

Durr... Day Off 1

This is another day where I am very stuck on the whole concept of thinking. I'm not entirely certain why. It's only 9:30 and I'm exhausted. But I don't want to have an "off" day yet. So. I shall think of something.

Durn. Half an hour later. Still nothing. As much as I hate to do it, I think I may need to pass today. I'm having no thoughts at all, much less artistically-ish-istic ones. :(

Keep It To Yourself

Rediscovered Post Secret today.

I'm torn. I'm not sure whether or not to call it art. I think it is. But I don't think people would agree with me. At one point ,I had this weird thought. Literally just pasting this in here:


Art is supposedly the expression of emotion, of existence, and of thought. However, many thoughts are never realized. Infinite thoughts, really. There are infinite thoughts that occur or will occur, that never have had or will have anything written or made about them. My thought is, even though there’s no audience, a defining feature of art, there may still be art there.

A tangent to Schrödinger’s argument would claim that these undiscovered or un-pursued thoughts both are and aren’t art simultaneously. But then there’s the concept of whether all thoughts deserve to be known as art. Does basic existence constitute art? I think, in a sense, it does, but if unrealized, can you still claim it as art?

Thoughts don’t exist unless we acknowledge them, but we can also choose which thoughts to think. Minds can wander to any of several infinities of thought, and be on several thoughts until a fraction of a second before they’re thought of. Do the infinity other non-thought thoughts previously or to be thunk still count as thoughts?


Sorry about the excessive length, there. But yeah. I think every thought can sort of be counted as art. Even the non-pursued ones. Hypothetical art, sure, but still art. If anyone reads this yet, thoughts?

ZOMG! MY art! Wow!

Okay, today, I actually drew some. Isn't that awesome? I finally broke out my pastels again. I am very proud of myself.

I've figured out that I'm dramatically better at abstract than at drawing subjects. I'll be practicing a more to, well, not suck.

Anyways, you can look at my stuff at http://citatus-perdition.deviantart.com/ If you happen to have an account, leave me a line! If not, leave me a line here!

So yeah. I like how I managed the eyes on the cicada, but I need to remember to keep the style relatively consistent.

Green Eyes and a Huge Smile

Relative to the head, anyways. I finally have inspiration for a short story. I met a cicada today. It had just molted. I found its shell. Saw its former self. But then, something odd occurred. The cicada proceeded to rest on my shoulder, and just be friendly. It tickled like hell, but walking around town with a cicada on your shoulder is certainly not something you do every day. So I'm gonna start on that.

Whadja say?

I've figured out that I have started not being able to listen to non-instrumental music. Seriously, I can't hear words any more. Or rather, I *hear* them, but they don't actually register. I've tried looking at the lyrics, but I realize half way through that I have not a clue as to what the song is about. I'm over-analyzing everything, and only viewing each word as a word. Nothing's connecting. If anybody reads this yet, any ideas for why I'm doing this?? I'm growing increasingly frustrated.

Perception-Actuality

Don't ya love how things aren't always as they seem? Bigger? Smaller? Just plain morphed? Sometimes these things can be good, sometimes bad.

In my case, just mildly frustrating. I tend to blow things out of proportion, but that whole little woodinger there came from the fact that, even though I have a 2Gb iPod, it does not store 2Gb of music. It has about .1Gb that it just refuses to fill. But yeah. Just imagine. An enormous emptiness, filled by a single person. They start to explore the space. But they find out one thing. There are walls there. Walls they can't see. Walls that shouldn't be there. But they are. And they make the space much smaller than initially perceived. In actuality, it's a small box.

Luff

So I'm writing this song. And it sounds really sappy to me, but other people say it's cool. And the more I play it while trying to compose more, the sappier it becomes. It's frustrating me.

On a separate note, I want to advertise this puppy. I don't think I actually have any readers at the moment. Not that I actually know how to find out. :P I shall check. I'm trying to dream up a new color scheme, and, subsequently, banners/buttons. So yeah. Good night! May I have more artistic thoughts tomorrow!

Mismatched

I was gonna talk about Bob Ross, but I've changed my mind. I'm envious. Of Imogen Heap. She is just amazing. She can write these amazing songs, sing them, and perform them with her neato techniques.

I seriously wish I could do that. SO badly. I can't even describe how much. Really. Just go watch her stuff.

Laughing out loud is overrated

Nothing much to do with what I'm a write, but I like amusing titles. Habit, I suppose.

Well, I just find it fascinating(My recent word of choice) what people do simply for amusement. Case 1: Kris Wilson, artist for Cyanide and Happiness.

He only actually draws for C&H for fun, 'twould seem. I think. I can't really be sure, as I can't find a bio, but that's what I'm assuming, since when I see his non-C&H stuff, he calls it his "serious art."

He really is quite a fantastic artist, with mucho symbolism and everything (something which is very odd for me), but he draws stick figures for (apparent) fun. Well then. Yeah. I'm out of thoughts already.

Hope you enjoyed the parentheses!

-Gabe

PS - Sorry if you're confused by me only occasionally writing -Gabe at the end. It's always me. I'm just silly that way.

Incubus and Bach

Ah, musical variety. Today, I managed to download a few of my friend's albums. I now have both druggy rock, and, well, Bach in my iTunes. I am pleased. Basically, I have forced myself to try any music at least once. The good news is, I've found that I can easily appreciate if now, heaven forbid, enjoy, just about anything. It surprises people that a geek such as myself can actually comfortably listen to Metallica. Amusing, yes, but it just shows that people aren't used to musical diversity as much as they say they are. So yes. That will be all.

-Gabe

Once upon a time...

My grandfather, on my dad's side(the alive one :P), is a very intelligent man, but I've realized that I don't know much about him, and that I really would like to. I want to hear his stories.

Stories are sort of, y'know, how stuff works. They shape everything. And I love me a good story. It's probably on of the hardest things to master. Telling a story. Anyone can do it, but seldom few can do it well. I feel like I'm rambling, but I'm having difficulty having my thoughts coalesce. I know there's everything to say about stories. Literally, everything. History is a story, religion is a story, even this is a story in its own right, I suppose. A story of my thoughts. Which just aren't getting anywhere.

I want to tell a story. That means I have to have a story to tell. But I want to tell a tale. Like, something I make up. And I have so many ideas for what to have this story be about. But I'm not a good enough story teller to do anything with these ideas yet. I need to do that. Maybe I'll include what I accomplish in these posts occasionally. Yeah. I'll do that.

Minus Garfield

Today I found a meme called Garfield Minus Garfield. It's weird, because Garfield comics are cute, but simply by removing one aspect of the stuff- Garfield -you get a very strange duck. A VERY strange duck.

Seriously. It's like, removing Garfield eliminates any distraction from Jon's...oddities. He suddenly transforms from a desperate single guy to a bi-polar schizophrenic with manic depression.

This gets me thinking: Removing one aspect of anything can drastically change the final product. Now, I could start droning on about various sci-fi stories, and how changing the past changes the present, and the future, but I'm not going to. Mostly because I haven't read enough stories about that to have an y authority to do so. Yet another thing to add to my to-do list. Oh my. I should stop now.

What time is it? It's half past wrist.

Thievery is a neat art-form. Though I prefer to reference the up-front version as such. Sneaking about and taking stuff is just Move Silently and Hide checks. I prefer the thievery that requires some charisma. Not that I actually engage in such things. I just find it really neat when someone could walk up to you, take your stuff, and leave you waving thinking how weird they are. I can't remember his name at the moment, but there's one Swiss guy, I believe, who can steal suspenders whilst carrying on witty conversation. I also personally think it would be hilarious if more thieves did that. Just think, if you will:

Everyone in the world is friendly now. You can't pass by anyone with saying hi, maybe shaking hands. And watches are at a premium. Everyone is so courteous, so kind, so quick to offer a helping hand and use it to take your tie before you notice.

So yeah. Just marveling at how good at it charismatic thieves have to be to pull it off.

-Gabe

Um...1 week? Hooray?

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Yay! 1 week! ASCII art! I'm original!

Anyways, I think today's thought will be....

Composition confusion? Odd way to phrase it, but I'll work with it.

I personally know next to nothing about putting together photographs. I get that there are some lines dividing a picture into 9, or whatever. Beyond that, it's currently a mystery. But I've been watching some of my photographically inclined friends. And boy does it look weird in person. They keep on fiddling with things. And particularly, people start to look oddly contorted. But the photographs look really cool! I just don't get it. I'll have to get someone to show me. *shrug*

Riiight...

Let's see here. Honestly, nothing happened to me today to inspire any art-thought. So I"ll just sit here for a minute until I come up with something.

Cat is licking my toes....

Fan is running...

Half a deck of cards...Magic? Nah. Don't know enough about it to say anything.

Oh! Right! I found the Indian version of beatboxing. But it's all technical. It's called kanikol. Or kannikol. I think either spelling works. According to Wikipedia. Anyways, it's basically a formulated way to maximize the number of syllables per second, from what I got.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dsrWJagvK8w

There's a video. Yeah. I'm really not quite sure what to say *about* it, but it's cool music. So yeah. Good night!

Aaaaaaand I'm out.

Now I'm there

I've found it rather interesting how people react differently on the phone rather than in person.

I use Skype (skype.com) and I've recently spent hours talking to my friends on there. Now, today, we actually got together and hung out in person. Wow! What a concept! Anyways, we rapidly discovered that it's actively harder to talk to people in person. I think I've figured out why.

Basically, silence is more awkward in person. The visual signals people give make it obvious that they're uncomfortable, but on Skype, which works very similarly to phones, you don't have visual feedback. So basically, silence is easier to deal with. Yeah.

I think I may do something special for my 1 week anniversary. Dunno what yet. We.ll see.

And I'm caught in the middle of nowhere...

Well, today is more visual art related. I ended up going for a bike ride down a canal path near my town. They recently redid the path so it's covered with yellow river stones. Good thing I have a mountain bike!

Anyways, the path is rather isolated, though it runs parallel to some major roads. The odd thing is, there's enough space at some points that you could easily convince yourself you're in the woods. Some bits were just picturesque. There was smooth water on either side, draping trees, birds every which way, and squirrels. And I always had the feeling like I was the only one going in the direction I was going. For some reason, even though it's a popular walking/biking path, There are few enough people that you only see people going the other way.

But really, I wish I had a good camera. I even had a little idea of taking a panoramic picture every 100 feet or so, and combining them into a web game. But I don't have a camera. Or patience. :P

I'm probably going to bike that path again, though.

It's 2 bucks for 5 extra ounces...

My town has a farmer's market. Very commonplace sort of thing, yes, but today I ended up on the pickles line because of one of my friends. I ran into her, and she wanted pickles, so it's only natural that that's where I found myself.

Anywho, I found the guy running the stand fascinating. He had some of the best showmanship I've seen in a while. He was selling these pickled mushrooms, pickled tomatoes, pickled peppers, pickled pickles, and boy was he doing a good job of it.

And just to prove this, the title of the blog is something he said repeatedly that stuck in my mind. He was very effectively advertising his pickles and how cheap they were. It's sort of a skill that's evaporated over time. I wish more people would use it. It's quite fun. Plus, they'd make more money. Now I should learn it. I'll watch him next week.

P.S. Sorry if I'm a bit over-obbsessive with the tags. :P