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Doesn't the class name "Creative comp" imply that creativity is to be used at some point? If so, why hasn't it?
 Disposable Wings · Mon Feb 05, 2007 @ 04:45am · 2 Comments |
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Waddaya wanna bet that there's some sappy s**t clogging up the TV tomorrow?
Disposable Wings · Sun Sep 11, 2005 @ 07:26am · 0 Comments |
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The first person to comment on the fact that my avatar is wearing white socks with black shoes is getting punched.
Disposable Wings · Thu Sep 08, 2005 @ 11:20pm · 0 Comments |
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Mmmmm..... xylophones.
Disposable Wings · Thu Sep 08, 2005 @ 11:18pm · 0 Comments |
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You can tell you're sick when you spend all of a three-day weekend in your basement listening to rhythmic xylophone music.
Disposable Wings · Mon Sep 05, 2005 @ 09:58pm · 0 Comments |
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Bored + Tired + Sick = Creative |
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A twig cracked, its sharp percussive noise ringing out clearly through the forest.
One can assume several things from the past sentence. For one, the reader is supposed to be 'mentally teleported' to a forest, as that's clearly where the setting is. The narrator doubts that anyone had any problem understanding this particular fact, but has still decided to outline it, for, you know, the slow ones.
For another thing, one can obviously tell that whoever was moving throughout the forest obviously had no idea how to do so in a quiet, unobtrusive manner. Either that, or the hypothetical person merely needs to keep watch over herself and make sure not to attract any more attention than is absolutely necessary.
Both of those facts are completely, undeniably true.
Another twig cracked, and a hissed swear word erupted from the path.
Walking along the badly-beaten road was a young girl. Her eyes, shadowed by her bangs, flickered lightly along the road. She walked at a strange, jerking pace, every so often whipping around to face the other way, and confront the mugger, rapist, demon-lord, vampyre, or renegade chainsaw murderer that by horror-movie logic simply had to be lurking there.
She was dressed strangely indeed: A very simple woven traveller's cloak, held together at the neck with a silver-ornamented clasp, covered a pair of anachronously modern stonewashed jeans and a plain, unmarked green tee-shirt. Additionally strange were her boots, which appeared to be reinforced Elvish leather.
Leanne took another step before whipping around again. No one was there, merely a shadow on the ground...
Behind her, a voice rang out. "Once again, stealthy as an ogre with the bilge-gut, Leanne. I've been tracking you since Aethis, and you've still not noticed."
Leanne froze in terror- then suddenly relaxed. "Harna. I'd thought for sure you would be dead by now. What's keeping you?"
The voice let out a booming laugh as Leann turned around again...
Disposable Wings · Mon Sep 05, 2005 @ 03:35am · 0 Comments |
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They're taking the hobbits to Isengard! |
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A good way to tell you're losing it |
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A good way to tell that you're losing it is when you burst out into song right in the middlI USED TO BE CRUUUUUEL TO MY WOMAN I BEAT HER AND KEPT HER APART FROM THE THINGS THAT SHE LOOOOOOVED..... MAN I WAS MEAN BUT I'M CHANGING MY SCENE AND I'Me of whatever you're doing. It does not denote a good sense of focus or concenYELLOW MATTER CUSTAAAAARD...... DRIPPING FROM A DEAD DOGtration, and it makes people look at you strangely at assemblies. However, it has a strangely streAND ABSOLUTELY NO-ONE'S DEADss-relieving quality to it that cannot be fully and accurately conveyed in print.
Disposable Wings · Sat Sep 03, 2005 @ 02:19am · 0 Comments |
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I unearthed a huge box of casettes the other day.
It's sort of weird, finding something you haven't used since age seven. Audial memory is a lot longer than I thought it was, because as soon as I inserted that one I used to listen to before going to bed ("The Muppet Movie", if you must know), the nostalgia came pouring right back. I mean, jeezus. I could sing along to "The Rainbow Connection" despite not having heard it in ten years. Freaky.
There were some cool tapes in that box. Two Beatles tapes, for example-- One has Magical Mystery Tour and something else on it, the other has Abbey Road and Sgt. Pepper-- and I now know most of the words to Maxwell's Silver Hammer. I cannot find this song on the internet, and that makes me deeply sad. I cannot listen to it on my mp3 thing.
There were also several books on tape, which I have yet to listen to, and a tape of me, aged 8, giving a speech into a tape recorder at school. Damn, I made a lot of awkward pauses as a child.
Also, the awe-inspiring sound of the tape player clicking off is something I will never truly forget. Nothing in the world sounds exactly like a tape ending.
So yeah. That was fun.
Disposable Wings · Sat Aug 27, 2005 @ 08:31pm · 0 Comments |
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