In the name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Praise be to God, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds;
Most Gracious, Most Merciful;
Master of the Day of Judgment.
Thee do we worship, and Thine aid we seek.
Show us the straight way,
The way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace, those whose (portion) is not wrath, and who go not astray.

--The Opening of The Quran.

Waiting.

By the phone, for a phone call.
You know, cuz they tell me to wait.

For the job. Enough of the personal life.

Heres what I'm listenin' to:
EarthCore.

You know about it? No?
Sucks to be you. EarthCore is a podiobook by Scott Sigler. Genius that Sigler.

EarthCore is about a mining company that goes to Utah and gets its ass kicked. Literally. Very bloody.
Genius work.

Oh and I listen to 7th Son too. That be a awesome podiobook too.

I mean, a novel about seven clones and the president being killed by a four-year-old kid just rings of awesome. Plus its a podcast. Free delivery. Even if you don't have a iPod, it be free.



In other stuff, I've redesigned 515T3R.

Those of you who don't know 515T3R was my first experiment with comic making, specifically getting several pages done in a row, etc, etc. I stopped it because I realized I hadn't planned 515T3R properly, it was a mess as comics go. It needed to be cleaned, and several ideas were thrown my way anyhow, so I choose to step back and rethink the whole thing.

So cut to today. I've gotten to my third redesign of the main character, the 515T3R (or Sister as *litlumanuth has coined), a genocidal robot bent on finishing off mankind.

But anyway, the redesign won't hurry things, I reaaaaally need to finish the script for it.



Lastly, I must ask:

Holiday Contest by me?
Yes/no/Baaaaad idea?

A poll might follow.
No guarantees.

Must go. Nyx in head.
Doom.

Clubs

In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.
Praise be to Allah, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds;
Most Gracious, Most Merciful;
Master of the Day of Judgment.
Thee do we worship, and Thine aid we seek.
Show us the straight way,
The way of those on whom Thou hast bestowed Thy Grace, those whose (portion) is not wrath, and who go not astray.

--The Opening of The Quran (Surah al-Fatiha) as translated by Abdullah Yusuf Ali. In Arabic the opening words read: Bismillah ar-Rahman ar-Rahim, and the entire passage is often referred to as "the Bismillah". It opens every sura of the Qur'an except Sura 9.

Lalalalalala

Yet another Sighter message.
Oh well.

Doom and all that jazz.
Dudes. Or amigoes, depending.

Oh winter. How I love thee... Who can't love the time of year that forces plants to die, people to shiver, AND bring endless joy through the common ground and union of man?

My little sister has come back from college, so I might need to redouble my efforts on the appropriate essays and portfolios. I mean, my year off from college so far hasn't been pleasant at all.

I have found myself researching demons again, which leads me to think of the wolf, which causes me to think up strange forms of demonic relics and the like. I like Dagon, but realize he's used too often. Maybe I'll use Ravana. Hindu mythology is kewl.

Oh well. Anybody else watching Heroes?
Nuked up no? I'm just glad Sylar isn't eating brains. Mind Flayerness. Eww.

And for the people in the know:

Am I the only one who thought Kat wasn't going to die at the end of the episode tonight? And what the nuke is up with Iroh and Zuko? Master plan or just plain bad mofo?

If you understand that, this might still confuse you:
Spherical Tomi.

See yah later.

Clubs

Time for me to be narrative and bitchy. Why not? Others do it.

My life sucks at the moment. No college, no job. Parents getting closer and closer to kicking me out. I feel that happening.

Most places in my hometown are very anal about hiring people, usually they put me through twenty steps but at step twenty-one they tell me they aren't hiring anybody. Nuke, why were they accepting my application in the first place?

Hell, I'm running out of cash at the moment anyway. I have less than a few bucks to my name. Few or no prints get bought, so that is my fault I guess. I'm still too much of a unknown to get commissions either (did I mention I do commissions fer cash? C'mon, think about it: five, ten bucks fer some Xmas image you might want. I'm up for it, I got the free time).

Hopefully I can get back to teaching classes in January, perhap I can earn some cash.

Oh yeah, I play D&D too. Don't know if you care.
Ah well, time for my other bitchyness.

Good D&D games involve good stories, good characters and a good plot. I recently tried to get a Eberron game off the ground, with the other guys in my group (we're down to 3 people due to some problems with the other two guys). Anyway, my campaign I DM (or story tell/direct if you will) is a mostly urban sort of investigative thing, in the vein of 1930s pulp and noir.

The thing pissing me off at the moment with it is one of the guys in the group. He doesn't read this (yes, my D&D buddies have no clue about my vast creative empire at the moment). He is the only one of the three of us who IS mechanical. By that, I mean he really likes his rules. He goes by the book, and he loves to cheat and manipulate and strong arm his way around.

Most of the time I don't mind (I usually DM with the mindset of having fun, and only worry if someone is ruining it for others). But lately, since I've been trying a game heavy with talking and no rules (mostly story), he's become the gnat. I mean, he doesn't have any form of grasp on his character. For anything. No backstory, so I can't tie the character into the story. He's more like a bad NPC than a character or a hero.

Oh, and on top of that, he also DMs. I think does it for the power trip only. And I've started to hate his games he runs. He's horrible at it, and he don't listen.

Its annoying to have the DM's NPC become the big hero, while you sit back and can't do what you like to do. Thats the rule to keeping a gamer happy: let them do what they W...