Saturday, June 29, 2024
Friday, June 28, 2024
Something strange happened to me the other day:
I'd thought back to 'S' and how one day when we were together, Soundgarden's, Black Hole Sun, was playing and I felt really gross about what we were doing, and how I had stopped him and got up and had to clear my head of whatever anxiety was forcing itself to my attention.
But then, as I looked up the lyrics, the weird part hit me -- the song hadn't been released then, in fact, wouldn't be released for nearly a decade.
As that set in, I thought about who I was with when BHS was on the radio, -- E, my ex.
Thursday, June 27, 2024
Wednesday, June 26, 2024
Tuesday, June 25, 2024
I had a girlfriend, C, back in college, and one evening, she, L, S, and I got all spiffy and were on our way out to Bennigans. I was the only one of drinking age, but we had hopes that we'd find a sympathetic wait staff...
Anyway, C needed to go to the ATM and on her way back to the car, by the curb, she fell down, in between the curb and the car. She was mortified, and told us to drive away.
I jumped out, but she had already righted herself and was so mortified with embarrassment that she shook and cried while I and L consoled her; S had nothing to say -- S was the guy from the previous story, BTW.
Anyway, the four of us were decked out in our best clothes and we made the best of it.
L ordered a Long Island Iced Tea, and was pleasantly surprised by its strength; it was the first I had tasted, and it was good.
Anyway, nothing much else happened that night, but when I spoke with her, C was still angry that I hadn't driven off without her. I listened to her, but simply could not wrap my mind around that.
I'm about as Chivalrous as St. Joan and Lancelot's kid would had been, but she was some country bumpkin living in a city from which she had only once ever left -- to see a rodeo in the next county. She thought she was nothing, worth nothing, and that she belonged on the curb.
I tried my best to nurse her ego, but she had been put away wet too many times, and nothing I could do seemed to help.
When she moved away, she made no attempts to contact me, and I let it die.
The day L and I moved into an apartment to split costs, he decided to tell me that he and C had been together a few times, and he wanted to come clean about it.
The next three days were hell for me.
Sunday, June 23, 2024
The Ancient Domains, and 2 new Patreon Tiers for Social Interaction
[ PATREON ]
* The Ancient Domains: Seven Points of Light in the Dark West of the AULDGORY Continent.
West Ward cantons of Lybrti's grace have long sought audience with the Warrior Theurges of the Seven Cities, but the few who have found favour have rarely returned, and in time, their communiques cease...
Will you and your Squad be the next lucky ones to enter the very different wilds and tribal ranges within the Emerald Sere?
Today marks the occasion I was in monumental peril for wanting to get laid.
I can still hear those powerlines buzzing.
It all started when, after having procured my learner's permit, I went with my 'practise car' in search of one of my boy-friends who also had a spot open in his weekend schedule.
With him picked up a block away, we drove off the main roads, down a lane or two, and then out into the relative 'wilds' of his neighbourhood, across the street from the abandoned, vine-reclaimed air strip used back in WWII. He had suggested we go to the shed where first I fired a gun -- a 5.56 rifle, also with him. It seemed far too dangerous a place in complete isolation, and it already had the reputation and graffiti of older kids and their anti-social proclivities. So, no, not there.
Instead, as we are out in open country with only the buzz of high-tension powerlines to music our union, I start to hear hoots and hollers of boys in the distance. At first [] didn't hear them, but my hearing has always been superior -- so said the testers at school -- and while he refused to cease, I began to grow increasingly more frightened of what would take place should we be compromised. When at last [] heard their voices, he -- the brave lad that he was -- attempted to flee on foot without me.
I was having none of it, and as I pulled on my top and hopped into the front seat, we were surrounded by three boys, with two more in a run to help stop and extract us. Bashing of the doors and attempts to open them, -- and brave [] almost ready to open a door and run out, over open terrain, back to his neighbourhood... My survival instincts kicked in, and after hearing about the plot of, 'I Spit on Your Grave', from my older sister, I was determined not to be caught and dragged out, or etc.
Of course, once his parents got separated, and then divorced, there was plenty of time hiding in his room, and showers, and whatnot... But, that was one of the times I nearly got a lot of trouble for not that much satisfaction -- ' intch relief. '
Friday, June 21, 2024
I've been playing Othello again, recently.
Oh, I'd love to introduce new colours and moves...
Still, mapping the moves out for dice-roll-based turns is never far from mind when I play.
Also, I know that these special, End Game, scenarios are taught, but I'd love to see a set of 'pick 4' pieces, Chess games set up in corners or along mid-edge...
lol
I must be getting hungry.
Catch you later, Tiger,
Thursday, June 20, 2024
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
Hi, Love,
I'm looking to buy a window fan to try and to tame this humid heat in my room. These 80F+ interior days are not so great.
Thinking about some of our conversations.
Plans to co-write, and well... I guess there's time to tell you all about it when we do hook-up. Anyway, some really lovely conversations and mental video stills of your expressions and that lovely smile of yours...
I remember the last thing I wrote you on the last session.
-Kyrinn
Tuesday, June 18, 2024
Monday, June 17, 2024
Sunday, June 16, 2024
Saturday, June 15, 2024
Friday, June 14, 2024
Thursday, June 13, 2024
Merisah is running someone carrying her to Her Husband, Yskiil; she's faded into the back of the courier's mind, and the other swordsman doesn't even recall that he's holding her in her sheath.
I'm trying to find the right time of day/evening to record my playing; I have enough stuff to demonstrate where I'm at. I'll post it on Patreon.
Everything else is the way that it is.
Love you,
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
Tuesday, June 11, 2024
Monday, June 10, 2024
[Art]
The last piece of digital art I did in the house before mom died.
She couldn't understand what she was seeing; even after I showed her...
New (at the time) brushes for Autodesk Sketchbook.
Sunday, June 9, 2024
Darling,
You are on my mind.
I think of you and I
smile through my
tears alone.
Be with me when
your Creation wanes
and your Dissolve
waxes, on the axis
of parallel timelines
seen within dreams.
Four square, in open
air, light and dark in
pairs.
I wish with you alone
to walk that slow
parade of dusks and
dawns.
You alone,
I wish it. could be done.
Saturday, June 8, 2024
In my Work, The Guild Council, and later, the Guild Combine, sold everything and were not only the financiers of Armies, but the equippers, managers, and trainers. This saved the Nobles from dying unnecessarily (TMMHV), and later, in more democratic eras, meant that only Professional Soldiers fought wars -- against each other -- friends, brothers, lovers -- all for pay in the same Guild, simply hired by different Patrons.
When the Sphere of Stars was established, life on the Inside reverted to this system far more than the centuries and millennia of the space age. Within the Sphere, all Wonders were crafted, tailored to the end user/customer (although post-currency) such that the Great Works granted every wish and whim on the instant. Sphere Citizens were post-literate, and in the Subjective Millennium they experienced in a shared calendrical sense, grew completely dependent upon the Emperor and His Will. Those few who fled and survived the Starshock found themselves on planets where they had to work the genetic Caste-Clan tasks breed into their ancestors.
It was as harsh a wake-up call as being born.
All, Comers Into The World.
Friday, June 7, 2024
Thursday, June 6, 2024
Wednesday, June 5, 2024
First Benefits have landed and now awaiting my Disability appointment in early August.
It had got pretty rough, but the place I'm at now affords me the freedom in safety to continue my work and guitar journey. Big breakthroughs in all areas, and I am looking forward to sharing snippets with you here.
My old keyboard died, and now I am getting used to an even smaller (60%) footprint, so I'm still making little typing errors along the way -- always a bit of an irk which interrupts the writing flow, but I'm making strides.
Back on track.
I think that you will have to expect a decrease in the free content I have posted here, as I have been squandering my content on a largely unresponsive audience.
Something I posted a few months back lost me a few subscribers, I'm not certain what it was, but I hope they are doing well pursuing content more in-line with their comfort zone and to their liking.
GR&SB II continues apace, and I'm ramping up for the big confrontation of the series in the first systematic impact upon the world by the adversary force. The battle in which Marcher/Lord Marche fought the undead was just a feint.
Again, there will be snippets here and there, but I feel that my interests are best served behind a paywall, and away from prying eyes.
Have a great June.
