I'll probably end up posting more on fb than this blog. Not gonna drop it cold though.
Friday, October 9, 2015
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Friday, October 2, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Thursday, August 6, 2015
My camera still has no cord. Today, I got the materials needed for a piece of art I've been designing for three days. It was commissioned of me by a teacher in the new high school I'm going to this year, for his classroom. I might end up doing some more for different rooms if he likes it. "Pastoral Scenes," he told me. I'm going to be doing it in pen,(Sakura;manga comic-pro) on canvas. For the project, I had to get pencils, a gum eraser, the pens, and some canvases.(they came in packs) The whole thing cost forty dollars, so I'm glad I'm being reimbursed. When it's done, I'll ask for a scan of it for my portfolio, and to put up on this blog.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Friday, July 10, 2015
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
So I saw it and decided I'd just catch it and carry it home. That was a lot easier to say than to do. At least twenty minutes later, I gave up and went home.
At home, I told my brother the story. He immediately decided he wanted a cat and told me. About five minutes later, me, him, and my sister started walking. It was a long walk.
We got there with a bucket and a plastic bag and spent even more time than I had at first to catch it. But we did, and it was now in a plastic bucket with holes in the lid. It wasn't my idea.
At home, we set up a little box for it to live in, and my brother got some milk. While they immediately fed it the first thing they could think of, I went upstairs and did some research. I came back from my research with the knowledge that their milk would give it diarrhea and what it really needed was powdered milk, mixed with Karol syrup and an egg. I made it and fed the cat.
My parents weren't mad, like I thought they would be. My mom gave us some rules, and my dad told us the cat would die within a few days.
The next day, my brother made it a much larger and more permanent enclosure and set it in there with some blankets and milk. (Yep. I know. His mentality was that milk was better than nothing and it was impossible to make the Karol syrup stuff. I figured I'd let him learn from experience, when the cat shat all over him one day)
My mom started having second thoughts about the whole thing near the evening. She decided that the cat should go back. To it's mother. I'd kind of felt that too in my mind, but I figured I would just do my research and make sure it lived. Eventually, my brother agreed with her too, and the whole family drove back and returned the cat. Then we spent a while metal detecting around the area and went home.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
There are two trees at the top of this picture. The one on the right is a Fukien Tea tree I bought last Saturday, and the one at the left is what I will train it to turn out like.
Friday, January 30, 2015
Sunday, January 11, 2015
I'm not sure I'm going to keep this bit, which is why I post just this section.
The first thing he did was change the key and lock her out. Now she couldn't find him and retract. Or change anything. Then he began sifting through her files. He found her name on first document. It was Tamara. She worked for the authority. There was no middle man. Tamara was a very important hostage.
For a while, he sat at his computer, saving all of her documents to it. He didn't bother to read most of them; he had what he had wanted. When everything was on his computer, he deleted everything on hers and changed the password back. He smirked. She wouldn't like that. Not at all.
Aalam brought up some food for Tamara. She sat on his bed, gazing at nothing. Frowning slightly. She must be looking through her computer, he thought. He left the food on his desk and left. He went down afraid that she would throw the hot soup on him from above. The rest of the soup glistened in his pot, beckoning him. He obliged it and ate it all, then started setting up a place to sleep.
The chair in front of is computer could go back at a 180 degree angle. Quite convenient right then. He lay down. The computer turned off with a special pattern of brainwaves generated by a picture on the ceiling. It was better than a fingerprint, they said. Nobody thinks exactly alike. He would have liked some kind of password and maybe a cornea scan thing though, because people's minds change. But the developers estates assured them that the brainwaves wouldn't change enough for it to be messed up unless you had brain damage.
Aalam thought about the technology. He thought until the room began to flicker from light to dark. Then dark. He welcomed sleep. It swallowed him up. Above, Tamara paced back and forth. He wondered if she would ever stop. She made a rhythm that stalked into his dreams.
Tamara swiped her finger across the screen on the lock. Nothing happened, but she didn't expect anything to. While walking behind him, she had scanned his right and left hand. She would have an easy way out if she could find his printer and connect to it. The room was very cluttered and pretty big. She turned a 360. Maybe she could scan for the printer's signal. Only if she recognized the type.
The scene in front of her turned green and an icon dropped down. She confirmed it and turned a 360 again. An augmented landscape appeared. Clouds of text identified each appliance in the room. After some thought, she walked up to a food containment unit and pushed it side. An office version 3d printer sat on the ground.
It wouldn't connect. Somehow, it just wouldn't. Probably an old manual connection printer. She set it down and put the containment unit back. It probably didn't have a good enough resolution anyway. Finally, she accepted her present position and lay down on the ground to sleep.