Domo-kun!

There's a fabulous vending machine here that, for 50c, vends little Domo-kun figures. I attached one to my cell phone, and I'm rather fond of it.

The beauty of dead things

I have a character sketch on the way, and that'll be up sometime later in the week.

The other day, I was tending my plants, pulling off the dead flowers and all. I thought the dead geranium bunch was neat looking, so here are photos of some dead flowers.

Plant shadow

Since I'm (mostly) at a conference of sorts this weekend, I may have a thoughtful post on Sunday evening. Or I may just have a photo, that's good too. OR, if I get really inspired, I'll draw something and show you.

But here, a photo of a plant and its icy shadow:

A quick bit on the "Old Earth" vs. "Young Earth" business

I'm not going to go into exhaustive details here, since this is meant to be brief and simple.

So we have people thinking the Earth is 4.7-ish billion years old, and others that think it's only about 6,000 or so. The latter tend to be, in my experience, Christians or some variant thereof, and wildly unhappy about the Earth being very very old, because that would just uproot God's majesty! So here's my thought on that:

How does the age of the Earth determine God's majesty? You really think the age of a planet determines anything about God and his character? Seriously? You think that just BAM he made everything just as-is, the Grand Canyon and everything? Do you really think he's that uninteresting and uncreative?

Really?

Since when was it a cardinal sin to think that maybe, maybe, the Earth is somewhere in the billions-of-years-old category and believe there's a God?


That all being said, here, have some sky and dirt:

Ice pipe

Today is a photo day. This is from about a month ago, when the dump of snow and ice we got started to thaw. ...mostly.

Moving mountains, part 1

Yesterday was a very angry day-- like everything that's been upsetting, bothering, and angering me (whether I was cognizant of it or not) came exploding out. It was already starting to leak out the past few days, but I guess the dam crumbled yesterday. Since I think what has been getting at me is worth posting on the Internet, here we go.

If I sound unfair and cruel, understand that I might not necessarily really mean something quite that cruelly. I am ranting, getting it out of my system, so don't cry at me about something.


1. Lazy, obese, moon-faced local people of Socorro! You neither have drive, nor can you. No place else have I seen people of such fatness, your bellies hanging below your groins. You are sick, stupid people, and any love I should have for you I frankly do not have at this moment.

2. New Mexico Tech-- currently, I hate you too. You claim to sharpen our minds, but no, you beat them into wounded, weeping pulp. Right now, given how I feel (oh you feelings and senses, can I ever trust you?), you have TAUGHT ME NOTHING. You have not taught me as much about electronics, the Earth and its crustal movements and minerals, space, physics, chemistry, technical communication, or math as I would have liked. You have taught me some of these things,  but not to the depth I should have liked at all, and when I try to remember what I've learned, my brain feebly recalls that at one point it KNEW more of these things. You break my heart and my soul, Tech. Never before have I felt such a crushing pressure to Be an Engineer, to destroy the creativity and "artsyness" in my heart, and to be a gosh-damned Einstein by the age of 21.You have tried, for five years, to squash my joy for learning and for the world. You try to eliminate my love for art, because "artsyness" is obviously an evil.

You break, but do not destroy me.

But you know what? You've taught me some very valuable things. You've taught me that I am not an engineer, and I do not want to be an engineer. You've taught me to question and test what I know, and why. You've taught me to defy your crushing opposition to who I am, your attempts to mold me into a thing I am not. You've taught me that I value life and experience more than caged academia. I may lose my honors status, but I will be alive, and I will graduate, and I can still be a successful human being without your nonsense of GPAs, awards, and papers.

You've also, despite your best efforts, taught me how valuable the people in one's life are. I have learned many things from these people, and, as much as this may anger you, I have learned more from my philosophy and humanities classes than from your "smart" classes.

Is this senioritis? No. I have felt this way for a long, long time, and it's now bubbling forth. "I am in a froth! I AM FROTHING!" I have two words for you, New Mexico Tech, but I shall save them for later, perhaps for graduation. Instead, I will quote a peer, a teacher, and friend: "You will prevail." Me. Not you, NMT.

Guitar-o-saurus

If you couldn't guess, I like plastic dinosaurs.

In other news, potential long-winded post to come soon...

Sky Fortress Day

An old friend came up with a marvelous idea:

Ever been to a sky fortress? Me neither, that is why I'm building one. I've been watching bullshit on making your reality by consistently thinking things into being, and above all, I want and need a sky fortress. So, on the aforementioned day, I need everyone I can get to think about a sky fortress, approximately 32, 493 feet above the Punjab India.

That day, friends, was today. As such, I have posted photos I (and my counterpart) took to commemorate the hootenanny that went on.My counterpart and I celebrated with Metal Gear Solid 1 and dinosaurs.

 Anti-pillow-tossing defense!

 Mer!

 SCRAWWWW

 Like John Lennon, but less popular.

 What nearly caused eviction from preschool still carries on...

 Not the same person with glasses as before!

Sometimes I miss high school, and only for the people.

Lost Paul

Les Paul is outside, and looks lost.

Dear school...

...this is what I think of you right now. Thanks.

Oh, and some lovely ideas for potential Spring Fling themes >_>

Ice, ice, baby.

Some time last December, some water pipe went off at the wrong time of night or burst. Whatever the case, water got all over grass and trees and subsequently froze, but only in this one patch. Photos were taken. It was beautiful.

Costa Rican house

I think this is the front of someone's house, and I'm pretty sure I snapped this photo on my cellphone. Architecture is neat!

Boots

Some people really dislike feet and anything related to feet, but I think they're just fine (unless you're trying to draw them, in which case feet and shoes really suck).

Wuvly geraniums

First: the photo of the day! And, what a surprise, geraniums! No fluffy stuff here, folks. ...except for those kittens, you know.

But now, because I have opinions and like funny comics, I present you with the following comic from TheOatmeal! Good ol' TheOatmeal, presenting us with funny things. But now the opinion part:

It is REALLY annoying to hear people complain about Valentine's Day, and how they're going to hide or boycott candy or wear goth makeup or whatever, and do you know why? Because the people who are kvetching about V-Day are complaining because they are lonely and sad and bitter about it. Perhaps I'm unfair in my assessment?

I don't think I am. I think I am perfectly justified, and do you know why? Because I am far older than eleven months, and most of my life was spent single. Because during that time, since I began to care about finding "my other half," I was unhappy with V-Day, and whined about it and how awful and corporate it was and so on and so forth. I know what it's like to be lonely and single. And...

• I know that even when you're single, you're loved.

• I know that the culminating point in your life isn't finding your Other Half; you're so much more than your relationship with one other human being.

• I know that there's no point in moaning about loneliness, because that helps no one, especially not yourself.

So don't imitate Young Werther, and go have an adventure rumpus with nice-smelling people!

Snow marble

One of the things I like most is glass. Glass marbles in snow are pretty, too.

Shadows

Dead Pool dancing to Lady Gaga and.... Snow kitty.

One of my friends showed me the following video, and I think it's pretty danged hilarious: 

And now for something less silly. Harkening back to the cold cold last week, yes, we took out Miss Kitty for her first snow. On a homemade "leash".

Kingdom of the dinosaurs

I think I have enough dinosaur toys to amuse a whole preschool. Hey, I like dinosaurs!

Geranium

Considering their smell, softness of leaf and appearance, color variations (one of my geraniums will be white or pink, depending on what it feels like; sometimes it's both), and overall plant shape, I can honestly say geraniums are one of my most favorite flowers.

That being said, there will probably be a lot of geranium photographs here.

Bullets

In one of the offices I work in, someone has a window sill filled with bullets of varying calibers and ages. Some are big enough to pass as ugly flower vases.

"Hah, I get it. You're one of those 'No War' types."
"Not true. I'm all for war; it just depends on how you fight. Sometimes a conversation will do, and other times... you need a gun."

Not *good* photos, but rather cute ones

The following is not a rug, or some other kind of ruggy fabric. It is, in fact, a cat partly bulging over the side of the pantry door. Elenore is a sack of fur.

 Hobbes is a very cute little bastard of a cat, and a very silly one.

And... that's a heck of a yawn. What a face, Mr. Les Paul (Trundle Butt).

I like railyards

Railyardy places are neat.

"Caution!! There's a really big metal object hurtling your way! If you walk into it, you'll probably get hurt or worse!" Who'da thought.