So I've been busy with "real life" stuff for a while and haven't had time to really do a decent update with this. Shameful! Though Deb has been doing artwork lately that should be posted up as well. Like a certain new painting or digital piece that's been being worked on. *nudges* Got it Deb?
I found something I had been looking for a little while ago. A website by a Mexican artist by the name of Vinnie Veritas. The stuff at www.vinnieveritas.com isn't especially polished, but I love the art style of his flash animations and they only get smoother over time. The most recent one was great and I love all the CCC related stuff. Actually, sometimes the physics in my dreams are similar to what is shown in his Flash stuff, but all very vivid in color and the like. That's what leads me to this. In 2005, he did a Flash called "Rush 2", a sequel to one of his earlier bits.
Later, a German group (I'm pretty sure they are anyways) did a fairly accurate live action version of it and released it in 2008. It's pretty good! Here's links to both the original flash and the Live Action version.
Original Flash Version
Live Action Version
I actually feel kinda embarrassed by putting out stuff like this... I guess because it touches me in a strange way that I don't really explain or show. Rather, it's likely something that I'll enjoy while someone else could leave with disdain. I like how rough it is though. I like the pure SPEED conveyed in Vinnies stuff and the kind of haphazardness of the shapes, the style, and I LOVE the strange oddities like the clothes and the cityscape with all the extraneous doodads, smileys, airships, and all other forms of strange stuff decorating the landscape. I think even moreso I like that they aren't just decoration, but are a part of the everyday life of these people and are interacted with.
Speaking of creativity, I did write a complete outline for a short story, though it's not anything near what I was originally considering. Far from the kind of "gritty fantasy" position I was originally considering. In fact it's a more modern tragedy I guess. *laughs* That fact alone makes me want to not write it, but at the same time pursue it. It gives me mixed feelings. I love the individual character I came up with for it, but I hate where he ends up. I think that it may be because it potentially could be someones real "life story".
There is the possibility of going out to the handgun range with B today. This is humorous for the fact that I don't have ANY 45 and haven't even seen any in stock for at least a couple of months now. That said, we do still have that Rohm RG24 left by his grandfather in 22LR... I'm actually kinda scared to shoot it. Brad's managed to keep a supply of 40 though. Makes me wonder if should have gone with the 40 version.
I did go to OC last week for a day. Did plenty of drinking per my brothers request. There were some amusing things that went on. Like the "Clown Condo" across the hall that had the cops visit and resulted in OVER THIRTY PEOPLE all being told to leave. The crowd just kept coming as we sat at the window and counted them. There was a point when my brother asked why I wasn't drinking anymore beer. I told him I couldn't drink anymore. He asked if I was drunk, to which I replied no. He said that I was drunk since I couldn't drink anymore. That's when I told him that I couldn't drink anymore because I was too FULL!
I also managed to jump around in the ocean some, but it got chilly, gray, and breezy when I went down. Of course, the next morning I got an email from the boss telling me I was off work that night. I was happy as all hell! I was going to stay late or even find somewhere to sleep in my car and stay til Friday! Sun came up and it was a brilliant day outside. Then at 9:30AM I got a call from the guy who was supposed to work that night, begging me to cover for him. His wife got into an accident and was fine, but was shaken up and wanted him home. I was hard pressed to say I'd cover, but ended up doing it. I know if Deb had an accident, I'd probably do the same thing.
Before I left, I talked my brother and thanked him for letting me crash there for the night. Went down to the boardwalk area and stopped at this place by 25th street called "Happy Jacks Pancakes" and got a pretty good Western Omelet for a decent price. Left my car parked in their lot since it was uncrowded and walked around the boardwalk for an hour or so. The day was crystal clear. People were already out on the beach and plenty of folks were hanging out on balconies and in shops. I walked down to about 11th from 25th and then back. I wish I'd been able to stay longer, but rolled out around noon. Made it back before 14:30.
Of course, I was pretty annoyed when it turned out that pretty much the whole family, plus Brad, Laura, and the Veeches were ALL down there for the weekend while I was here at work. Added into that was the OC Airshow was that weekend. Damn did I pine for being down there...
When Brad got back, we went and had lunch on Monday. He told me about what they'd gone, seen, and done. Sounds like he and Laura had a great time. I felt pretty wishful when he'd said multiple times he wished I'd been down there with them. Turns out there were things he wanted to do that she didn't and vice versa. More amusingly was that I would've been happy to do any of the things he mentioned!
That said, we started looking into maybe heading down in August and getting a room for all 4 of us. We both agreed we'd like to stay down for at LEAST one night, maybe two. We both said we'd love to spend a day running around the mini-golf courses and maybe taking one of those OC Air Tours that my Dad and I went on a while ago. That and gettin some of those bikes to ride around the boardwalk in the AM. Can't wait for it and everything better work out!
Hm. So much more I could write... I made spaghetti last night! It was win.
Maybe later. I've spent a helluvalot of time on this one already.
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June 17, 2009
March 16, 2009
"Mary"
-Frank
All she could remember was seeing the wallpaper with pink ribbons on it curling in a sickening black and brown fringed by orange go past, followed by the feeling of flight. As suddenly as she'd seen the wallpaper, she was just as soon sailing out the second floor window into the dark, cool mist of the night.
As she hit the ground with a heavy thud that knocked the wind out of her, she struggled to her elbows, fighting for breath. and noticed a smell that seemed familiar but was much stronger than she had ever remembered it. It was the smell of the fireplace that her father so carefully tended during the first few chilly nights of fall.
Looking up at her window, she could see the figure of her father, peering through the smoke to see if she was alright. He called to her through coughs that he was going back in to help her mother. She could hear the panic in his voice and noticed that her brother and mother were nowhere to be seen around her. He disappeared back into her room while she stared on in horror at the plumes of smoke rising into the night. She knew that he would be ok. He was a policeman. He always came home.
As she went to the front of the house, she could hear the sirens coming as the flames leaped out of the front windows. The neighbors were there but didn't seem to noticed her as they were entranced by the flames. The next thing she remembered was the sickening sound that would haunt her. She watched as the front door began to collapse in on itself. Through the brief break in the flames, she could see all three of them on the stairs that were beginning to sag.
The sirens wails grew louder and the firemen began hosing down the conflagration as fast as possible and she would sometimes see her father holding onto her brother and mother protectively, encouraging them to hold on a little longer. But it was too late. She knew it and she could see the tears in her fathers eyes. He knew it too.
A jerk suddenly snapped her out of her quiet stare as an ambulance worker placed her into the back of an ambulance, brushing her brown hair out of her face and asking her questions. She silently stared back at him, not knowing how, or what to say.
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Two years later, she sat in the coffee shop against a painted brick wall in Chicago with the half eaten pastry and a small cup of milk sitting on the table next to her. She had fallen into a quiet sleep. The blue lights around her didn't bother her sleep though. She knew what they were. Her smile was that of one who was at peace. She opened her eyes and knew the arms of her mother were around her while her father leaned against the wall, watching for any kind of out of the ordinary activity, just like he always had.
She could see the light glow of her younger brother fiendishly giggling at a thirty-something business man trying to flirt with a twenty year old cashier. Mary knew that her brother was always up to something. She could see his hands near the tip jar while the blushing cashier shied away from the older mans advances. Just like when he'd try to get into the cookie jar.
Her family had never been lost to her. People tried to tell her as gently as they could that her family had gone on a long trip, but she knew better. But she also knew that they were there standing around her and smiling while those people tried to tell her they weren't there. They were always there.
All she could remember was seeing the wallpaper with pink ribbons on it curling in a sickening black and brown fringed by orange go past, followed by the feeling of flight. As suddenly as she'd seen the wallpaper, she was just as soon sailing out the second floor window into the dark, cool mist of the night.
As she hit the ground with a heavy thud that knocked the wind out of her, she struggled to her elbows, fighting for breath. and noticed a smell that seemed familiar but was much stronger than she had ever remembered it. It was the smell of the fireplace that her father so carefully tended during the first few chilly nights of fall.
Looking up at her window, she could see the figure of her father, peering through the smoke to see if she was alright. He called to her through coughs that he was going back in to help her mother. She could hear the panic in his voice and noticed that her brother and mother were nowhere to be seen around her. He disappeared back into her room while she stared on in horror at the plumes of smoke rising into the night. She knew that he would be ok. He was a policeman. He always came home.
As she went to the front of the house, she could hear the sirens coming as the flames leaped out of the front windows. The neighbors were there but didn't seem to noticed her as they were entranced by the flames. The next thing she remembered was the sickening sound that would haunt her. She watched as the front door began to collapse in on itself. Through the brief break in the flames, she could see all three of them on the stairs that were beginning to sag.
The sirens wails grew louder and the firemen began hosing down the conflagration as fast as possible and she would sometimes see her father holding onto her brother and mother protectively, encouraging them to hold on a little longer. But it was too late. She knew it and she could see the tears in her fathers eyes. He knew it too.
A jerk suddenly snapped her out of her quiet stare as an ambulance worker placed her into the back of an ambulance, brushing her brown hair out of her face and asking her questions. She silently stared back at him, not knowing how, or what to say.
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Two years later, she sat in the coffee shop against a painted brick wall in Chicago with the half eaten pastry and a small cup of milk sitting on the table next to her. She had fallen into a quiet sleep. The blue lights around her didn't bother her sleep though. She knew what they were. Her smile was that of one who was at peace. She opened her eyes and knew the arms of her mother were around her while her father leaned against the wall, watching for any kind of out of the ordinary activity, just like he always had.
She could see the light glow of her younger brother fiendishly giggling at a thirty-something business man trying to flirt with a twenty year old cashier. Mary knew that her brother was always up to something. She could see his hands near the tip jar while the blushing cashier shied away from the older mans advances. Just like when he'd try to get into the cookie jar.
Her family had never been lost to her. People tried to tell her as gently as they could that her family had gone on a long trip, but she knew better. But she also knew that they were there standing around her and smiling while those people tried to tell her they weren't there. They were always there.
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