Wonderful Christmas Time

Happy X-Mas imaginary people reading this! I already got a Beatles "Good Day Sunshine" tie and suspenders from my grandparents (I might post pictures later, with a story when I get around to calling them), so I'm in a Beatles-y mood. As if I'm ever NOT.  

I'm sorry Paul McCartney, I adore you, but every time I hear this song I die a little on the inside.

Why oh why waste your amazing and brilliant singing and songwriting abilities on this song? Why?

Now I'll post something better to ease the pain.

Paul. You f***ing nailed this one. One of the best songs ever written in the history of rock music. Hell, maybe all music ever. Killer guitar solo by George too. A few things to say about the video: get lost Yoko, this is the Beatles. I don't care if you marry John but quit pissing Paul off, even now. Come on. Also, Paul, glad you lost the caveman look... very glad.

QWOP

It is about the desperate struggles of an Olympic runner who battles gravity, apparently gale force winds driving him backwards, a lack of tendons or bones in his legs, too many severe concussions, and his own chronic shivering. After about 4 hours of playing this incredible game, I am now able to move QWOP so that he drags his seemingly useless right leg behind him while humping the ground madly for about 50 meters, until the hurdle is knocked over and he humps that madly in place instead, choosing sexual relief over winning the Olympics. Or, I can get him to do a sort of high-stepping leaping run, still with his right leg dragging a little less uselessly behind.

Fortunately, whenever he gets a fresh concussion or a broken arm, the game reminds you that you participated and everyone is a winner. I definitely suggest this game to all who want to cuss themselves silly and enjoy wasting time doing absolutely nothing.

The only consolation I have is that when I finally get to the flipping 100 meters, I can stop playing. 

QWOP


update:

I FINISHED THE GAME. I never have to play it again EVER! This is fantastic. I managed to make QWOP hop unhurriedly, clumsily to the finish line. I took a picture with my phone, I'm so ecstatic. 

 

This is why

Mt art teacher once told me that art is like chasing butterflies.

I sometimes understand this. Butterfly wings, glimpses of ideas that pass and flit away as quickly as they came. Like A Wrinkle In Time, when the fifth dimension is understood for only a second. And butterflies are beautiful creatures, until you see their faces up close and they look like aliens. Their wings, their wings are the beauty in them. Just like humans; we aren't very pretty creatures, but our hopes and emotions and creations and ideas, those are beautiful. Those are what make humans beautiful, those are our "butterfly wings". However freaking cheesey that is. That's what I think.

And sometimes we waste time seeing those ugly butterfly faces, when we only have to step back, or even look closer to see the real beauty.


...That last sentence shows one of my flaws, actually. I tend to see both sides of things so clearly, I can't decide which one I think is right.

And so. I will post pictures of my art and writing I've done and maybe clips of music and maybe just some plain old ramblings and arguments and such. Uhm... If anyone reads this, cool, but it's mostly for me, so I would be really really surprised if anyone comments or messages me... Okay!