Side Project

     I am starting a little side project/daily blog attempt called Paperback Adventure. I want to be able to make daily posts. With creative writing being the central theme of The Blog Formerly Known as "Ramble on," posting daily would just be to much to read. Because pictures are worth quite a few words, Paperback Adventure is going to have at least one new picture post a day, with a few words if necessary. I have yet to post on it, but by the end of the day there will be a few. So check it out!

The inspiring smells of a bus

     I rode the bus to school today and happened to be inspired the its distinct "bus-y" smell. I am toying with an idea for a short story inspired by a bus smell. A young man traveling, via bus, train, and foot, through europe while taking a break from college. Starts out on a bus, and he writes in his travel journal and the first paragraph is an excerpt from the journal. Gonna start writing it today. I will post an update and a sample of it soon.

Art

I have been revisiting some creative outlets that I used to love. Painting with water color, drawing, other things like that. I used to paint all of the time in high school, and my freshman year at college. But I stopped. I felt embarrassed about painting, because I was in an environment were artists were art majors. Well anyway here is "Die Happy." A framed print I found a while ago dumped near my apartment became my canvas for this spur of the moment piece. Originally I had wanted to add something to the tacky image of a cottage on a lake. Maybe a giant octopus coming out of the water, or zombies. Something like that. It sat unused for three weeks until two nights ago. I was struck with a desire to make something fun, and this is the result. The title was inspired by the phrase "live hard and die young" and by switching one word it changes from a condescending remark into a goal. Isn't that what anyone would want? To be able to go out with a grin? Well, enjoy.

Post Script To Previous Post

Almost forgot. This is the briefcase. I sprayed the octo stencil on it to increase its inconspicuousness and enhance its inherent aesthetic wonder. Please excuse the angle and bad quality camera phone picture. I did not want to look like that guy, taking pictures of his gnarly stuff while he sits alone in the library. 

Internal Dialogue

     I am talking to myself right now. Not out loud. I am not a crazy person. But inside my head. Ha. It is not really talking to myself in the way that you might think.
     "Hi how are you" said mister crazy
      "terrible... you" he replied
       "really good thanks" he said outloud.
       "well thats nice..." remarks mister crazy.

No. It is not like that at all. It is more among the lines of blogging. Just in my head and without a computer. I narrate the world around me. That woman in the purple shirt, immersed in her newspaper, has no idea that her reading face looks like an elephants does when it poops a boulder. She is not reading my newspaper (the one I write for, not "my" as in ownership).

I am feeling pretty fly like sky high apple pie today because I am carrying a briefcase instead of a backpack around campus. At first I felt like a pretentious turd, feeling the gaze of everyone near me. But after a few hours the paranoia is gone. I am walking proud. Ha. Now I need a suit.

I am sorry that I take such long breaks between my posts. It is an unfortunate habit that I am trying to break. Sometimes I wonder wether or not people actually read this blog. Sure I have followers. But I am feeling insecure. Show me you guys exist! That would be great. I would definitely post more. HA.

I am not really sure if I was kidding. But what the hell, I am deliriously tired. Have a wonderful day my readers. I appreciate you.


Love and Dry socks,
This guy.

I can not help it

That feeling. The one that everyone knows. Shaking with anger. Rage that you can not let out. and seeing the object of that unfettered hate walks up out of the shrouds of the night and I could not help it. I exploded like a bomb. Redundancy aside, there was nothing that could have stopped it. Regretting it for the consequences my fault has brought, I sit here and try to justify my actions. I messed up bad.