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spark and boom - 2000-05-24
And so it shall remain until I decide to do some artwork on some program or application that I do not yet have. Boring, eh? Yellow. Black. Another table. Hoo Hah. Why should the page most often updated, be as bland as unsalted potatoes? Because the words are what's supposed to catch your eye, silly. The words are the "star" of the page. The words are the design. Silly. That is, until I try my hand at computer generated art, which I promise you, will be nothing that will wow you. The equivalent of of a kindergarten art project, only done with computers... Which is -kind of- like this entire website, isn't it...? --- I can't remember if I have talked about this or not, but I have finally (and longly overdue, I might add) come to the point in my life where having posters and magazine pinups decorating my room is sickening. So, I'm striving to decorate in some other way, something a little less D.J. Tanner-esque... The problem lies with the fact that I attached all of my posters to the walls with heavy duty double sided tape, and now, when they come down, so does a chunk of my wall. Without scarring the walls, I must leave shards and scraps of posters lingering like ruins of an ancient civilization. This is a decoration technique that I stumbled on, and could be promising... Once I find the art that I am looking for (which is something either bought at second hand, dollar stores, or garage sales). It would be blatantly metaphorical: "Hey, look, the ruins of my old self, and what was built atop of them!" --- It is booming and sparking out there, and I still am scared of it. I don't like unexpected loud noises. Perhaps I will sleep with the light on, again, tonight. When my dog was around, during storms, he would hide in the darkest corner of the basement and stay there until almost eight hours after the storm ceased. I would go spend time with him, and even though the thunder was incredibly muffled, he'd shiver and shake every time one boomed. I mean, I felt like doing the same things sometimes, but one of us had to be the brave one... So, I would try to comfort him, but I think he saw right through me. Often I would want to spend the night down there with him, but was afraid of centipedes crawling over me while I slept. Anyway, I don't like thunder so much, but I like lighting a lot, especially at night. I like anything that can turn night into day, only if it is for a brief moment. Lightning, these days it seems, also makes me horribly self-aware for some reason, always makes me think of what I am and what I do, which, right now, isn't much. But that's what I need. I guess I think about that a lot, now that I have the time. For some reason, I always seem more AWARE of it during lightning storms, like it is a trouble light shining on the darker side of my motor, the place where one can only see in detail if they have light. Although, I don't really feel like I am in trouble, because I need this time before I become "busy" again, with a schedule, and obligations. I need this time before I start to ignore lightning as just "spark and boom" again, something that could just wipe out an essay before I have the chance to save it. I feel like I am rambling, which means that I am. Enjoy the new design, folks. G'night.
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