There's something about a motorcycle, I don't know, that entails a certain amount of... freedom. Not like a car, because you live for the sunshine, and the feel of wind through your hair/fingers. You can zip around things, and get off and push or carry if you wish. It's less enclosed, and it's cheaper, for the starving student/artist/et cetera. Now if I could just get over the two-wheeled-easy-to-fall-off thing...
And of course, the whole oh-no-it's-raining-and-I-have-no-roof thing.
May 29, 2009
May 27, 2009
Copyright
The first copyright protection lasted just 14 years. Do you know what? I think we should go back to that. (and by "we" I mean the world) Or 15 years, as nice round number. 50 years post-humously? That's an awfully long time! 15 years seems right to me.
May 3, 2009
May
During all of April, I did not post a single thing. Just drafts. It's my preferred method of posting. Doesn't draw any more attention than necessary... yet.
It's my birthday today! Yay!
It's my birthday today! Yay!
Mar 23, 2009
Remember this
I am Lady Wisdom, and I live next to Sanity.
And I also am working on the three Bs. They may not end up being Bs, however.
And I also am working on the three Bs. They may not end up being Bs, however.
Mar 19, 2009
The three Bs
The three Bs are the three types of things you should try to avoid reading or writing at all costs. They are:
Blasphemous is the opposite of informative. It requires more explanation as I've twisted the meaning somewhat. What I mean is not caring what the facts really are, and simply heckling people with insults and accusations of lying. Doing anything to win the arguement generally falls under this
The last one is Belligerent, the opposite of inspirationa. This category is the deliberately annoying, insidous, parasitical stuff, which is actually extremely rare. Most things you would think are Belligerent are actually Banal or Blasphemous. It is the intent that makes this category the worst.
Of course, it doesn't really matter whether something is Banal, Blasphemous or Belligerent; as soon as you identify it as one of these, run. Or rather, stop reading. Actually, stop writing it if that's the case.
- Banal
- Blasphemous
- Belligerent
Blasphemous is the opposite of informative. It requires more explanation as I've twisted the meaning somewhat. What I mean is not caring what the facts really are, and simply heckling people with insults and accusations of lying. Doing anything to win the arguement generally falls under this
The last one is Belligerent, the opposite of inspirationa. This category is the deliberately annoying, insidous, parasitical stuff, which is actually extremely rare. Most things you would think are Belligerent are actually Banal or Blasphemous. It is the intent that makes this category the worst.
Of course, it doesn't really matter whether something is Banal, Blasphemous or Belligerent; as soon as you identify it as one of these, run. Or rather, stop reading. Actually, stop writing it if that's the case.
Mar 18, 2009
The three Is
Everything you read or write should fall under one of the Is:
The second possibility is that it's informative. Information is always useful. Unless it's disgusting. In which case it shoud be avoided.
Finally, it should be inspirational. There is so little in this world now that is great, anything that rebels against that should be praised.
(Coming soon: the 3 Bs!)
- Interesting
- Informative
- Inspirational
The second possibility is that it's informative. Information is always useful. Unless it's disgusting. In which case it shoud be avoided.
Finally, it should be inspirational. There is so little in this world now that is great, anything that rebels against that should be praised.
(Coming soon: the 3 Bs!)
Feb 26, 2009
The Dog.
Dusty.
That was the only word to describe this room. I wondered how long it had been like this. As I looked around the room, I noticed something reflecting sunlight on a table near the window. A small mirror sat across the other side of the room, and a small beam of light was shining from it top the table. I walked over to the table and looked down at the mirror.
That was how I was when death found me.
Dying is not the frightening experience people think it will be. I've done it 42 times so far; that had to be the final time however, as dogs only have 43 lives. Maybe now I would be able to rejoin my long dead love, who died his 43rd time several years ago. I walked slowly around the room in spirit form and wondered where I would go from here. But even as I wondered and wandered, I could feel myself being pulled towards a new body.
My spirit form was drawn out the door and down a long hallway toward the living room. I saw my old mangy smelly dog was sitting in the corner licking himself. But that wasn't my destination. Then I headed out into the street where the neighbours were throwing a street party. I saw that the had all brought their dogs out with them. And then I felt myself twisting out out out towards a new body, a new life, a new story.
The End.
That was the only word to describe this room. I wondered how long it had been like this. As I looked around the room, I noticed something reflecting sunlight on a table near the window. A small mirror sat across the other side of the room, and a small beam of light was shining from it top the table. I walked over to the table and looked down at the mirror.
That was how I was when death found me.
Dying is not the frightening experience people think it will be. I've done it 42 times so far; that had to be the final time however, as dogs only have 43 lives. Maybe now I would be able to rejoin my long dead love, who died his 43rd time several years ago. I walked slowly around the room in spirit form and wondered where I would go from here. But even as I wondered and wandered, I could feel myself being pulled towards a new body.
My spirit form was drawn out the door and down a long hallway toward the living room. I saw my old mangy smelly dog was sitting in the corner licking himself. But that wasn't my destination. Then I headed out into the street where the neighbours were throwing a street party. I saw that the had all brought their dogs out with them. And then I felt myself twisting out out out towards a new body, a new life, a new story.
The End.
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