Sunday, March 31, 2013

They pronounced David Bowie's name wrong.


This is a start of a digital painting. Just a start. A small, ugly start, but a start just the same. His eyes need to be wider on the bottom. He looks annoyed and bored, not the "What's going on?" look I was going for. It'll look funny. Yeah, so all of it will be painted... Haven't done this kind of thing in more than a year! And with my new experience with physical paint, I'm sure it'll turn out fantasticer. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5249 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Saturday, March 30, 2013

L.5B

I am tired, and my head hurts XD I did draw this:
I was going to upload my first sketch for a digital painting I'm doing, but the internet is too slow XD Well, Peace and love, peace and love, and I am now an amount of days old, and I am too tired to see what number it is. Well, somewhere around 5245 =D

Friday, March 29, 2013

These are the days it never rains but it pours...

 The three afternoon suns shone down on the red metal surface of a 239 year old Cadillac as D'tello stepped out of the hydration room. He yawned, stretched his legs and scratched his head, looking over the harsh landscape. It was fimilar, like a cherrished yet almost forgotten dream, just saved from melting away... But it shouldn't have been. At least not legally.
He whistled an old tune, one he had loved when he first got Earth's radio transmissions. Sure, they were a couple hundred years off, but Under Pressure is the same at any time. At least it should be. And for anyone. Any sentient bipedial primate.
He sniffed the red earth, kneeling to pet the red-green moss on the surface of the lonely planet. Sighing, he stood up, smoothing back his hair. "It is natural, but you wouldn't know that, would you my darling king of the-" He stopped his tasteless rant to fall to the ground at a foreighn sound. It was nothing but the decaying automobile half way loosing its door handle, the only one left.
"I'm alone... All alone..." He sighed again, resuming the smoothing of his hair, red at the roots until it faded out into a lifeless white. "What? You'd be startled too, no one can see me out here without my adaptation gear. No organic life has ever set foot here, well, except for you." He said to a carcass of an old scorpion who was unlucky enough to be trapped in the old car before it's send off. He could see the man's ashes in a small container, built into the front seat. He bowed his head, him and the dead creature paying respects to a mortal man, a wonderful man. At least he thought so. Well, he resumed his hiding, deciding to move back into the hydration room, hoping nobody was in there.
He looked though the heavily coated glass, making out various machines, no people. He slowly stepped inside, getting rejuvinated, like he was used to on the blue planet. It was warm and damp compared to the outside. The fake photosynthesisers seeked to be anything close to the real thing, but never could even spark a memory from the things he had seen. It was all nearly dead now, all except the homo sapiens, they were everywhere. But, as Bowie once said, got to make way for the Homo Superior. He laughed, laughed loudly, if anything he was inferior. Well, only in productivity. You don't need it with extended conciousness, really. It wasn't any where near the complexity of Bradbury's martians, but it was a little step nearer, making a mind a bit clearer. And giving you about 85 extra IQ points.
"You're going to shave it off once everybody lands, right?" You're typical strong, tall, broad shouldered man walked in. I never found it attractive. I didn't answer, either.
"Earth to space boy, this is a professional venture, not just a little vacation. You're going to have to chop it all off-"
"Space boy to 'earth', when are you going to get to build your brain power? I see no complaints there, but really, military personel? That's so... Government, isn't it? So... Earth. This is Mars, we can start over- I can have my hair as long as I maintain my brains, I'm sure."
"Not if I have a say in it." The man grabbed the back of my mullet, tugging it, and pushed me away.
"What half-wit decided to leave you out of adult supervision?" I rubbed my head, then folded my arms. "Unprofecional, I must say, dear."
"Just stay outta my way."
"You're here for the mining. You all are in the fifth sector."
"Do as you're told, and you might not have to give up your precious hair dye."
"I- Just don't harm anything, and maybe you won't have to give up your humanity." I turned to sit down, getting a cup of water. Suddenly a third creature entered the room, to my relief.
"Ah, didn't know I'd be beat here- When did you two get in?" The person, who I now knew from the long trip, brushed back auburn hair from a bright face.
"'Ello, just having a little chat with Clayson." I waved, with a smirk.
"Surprised you're still on your feet, Starman." she smiled, sitting down.
"Hey, I could take 'im on, once you get past the arrogance they fall like you're common blockhead."
"And you, Clayson?"
"Convince him to cut that mop off, getting on everybody's nerves." He muttered, giving me a disaproving look. I just licked my lips and flipped my hair, like in the academy. It annoyed him nearly as much as my two and a half inched nails.
"I don't know, gives the place some flavor." She said, eyebrows raised as usual.
"Flavor... I like that, darling!" I laughed, giving Clayson a wink.
"Don't flatter yourself, never said what kind of flavor it was."
"Yes... But it's my hair, you can't control it, no matter what taste it gives you. Now what about your hair, What about her hair, Clayson?"
"We should be getting to work." clayson turned to the screens on the wall, pretending he could decifer the intricate maps. I could without a blink.
"It's all fine, really. A bit boring."
"Wait- D'tello- There's a warning light- look there- Near where we are-" She said, getting up.
"Oh, probably just a mere error... That happens." I quivered.
"No- This door opened in the last hour. You two didn't have anything to do with it, did you?"
"Not me." Clayson turned to me, still in my seat. "It wasn't you, was it?"
"Well... The weather gages were fine and I..."
"You didn't- You know training for even simulating an exit starts march, right? What were you thinking?"
"It was fine, all fine, really-"
"I bet it was that piece of junk out there- the shrine to that guy he always rambles on about-"
"No- I went to see the landscape. It's gorgeous out there- I've gone through enough physical training to withstand-"
"We'll let this slide, just this once."

I GOT TIRED.

Thursday, March 28, 2013

MAGIC MAGIC WIZARD MAGIC.

I bought News Of The World today. =D
(THAT IS ALL.)

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Now, the real question is, how many pies do YOU have in YOUR nose?

THIS IS WHAT THE RESULT OF BOREDOM MIXED WITH HAVING THE FAIRY FELLER'S MASTER STROKE STUCK IN YOUR HEAD LOOKS LIKE:
This should be a lesson to you, children, do something productive with your time XD AND DEVELOP GOOD HANDWRITING SO YOUR N'S DON'T LOOK LIKE M'S. I'm talking to that one, right there. Not To Like.

This is really a cry out to John Deacon, many people want to know, WHERE IS DEACY??? XD. Yeah. I have been reduced to this. Well, I had an interesting dream last night, now forgotten... I'm sure I did SOMETHING worthwhile today... Well, I did eat some deviled eggs, despite my egg sensitivity, because health class said that eggs help build muscles (AND ACTUALLY BECAUSE THEY TASTE GOOD XD). And someday, I really would truly like to look like this:

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

YES.

Well, if you are now over your illusion (the one clouding over your brain, blurring your eyes), you can listen to

Well, last night I had a dream I can remember, which is always nice. I was looking around on the TV, trying to find something to watch, when I found a Monty Python video- AND THE MEMBERS OF QUEEN WERE IN IT. That was quite exciting. XD So, I started to watch it. Then the dream changed and I was in this place. I am not sure what it was, but someone gave me a stack of what looked like tiles (they were part of some sort of game, they were all over the place) but these had markings on them- like some sort of code. So, I started to stack them in order. After a while, it changed and I had made a miniature skyscraper out of them, with the assistance of a couple other people, and it looked groovy. It was a bit taller than me when it was finnished, but there were a couple rare tiles missing. I got bored and wandered around. There was a guy, standing there, holding a cherry bomb with an extremely long fuse. It was already lit, but was far from going off. He was just holding it, looking at it, looking as if he had the IQ of a small aquatic cactus. Unlike most folk, I saw this as opportunity for the taking. I grabbed the bomb and ran for the restroom. It was a cheap restroom, the toilet was just installed. I threw it in, Keith Moon style. THIS WAS MY FIRST TOILET DESTRUCTION! So, I proceeded to flush it- but it was one of those weird automatic toilets and I didn't find out how to operate it until the very last second- THEN RAN FOR IT.  I heard it blow, and when I looked back, all there was left was a little pipe, sticking up from the burnt ground. I looked over, and near it was a dishwasher, now just a fried piece of metal. I laughed like a maniac, like I most likely would in real life, I have been really wanting to do that XD so I ran out into the crowd, and when people asked who did it, I looked innocent enough and then snuck out the back. THAT WAS AWESOME.
Well, now you've seen my fantasy world. Much better than those weird nearly normal dreams I'd have once in a while, that's for sure.
Also, today was good because I CAN WRITE ABOUT JOHN LENNON FOR SCHOOL! We had to pick a poet, and it would of been extremely ironic and unNutopian if I didn't. Well, peace and love, peace and love, And I am now 5244 days old =D

THIS POST WAS MADE POSIBLE BY The songs Kooks (David Bowie) and Give Me Love (George Harrison)

Monday, March 25, 2013

SHOOS and SOKS.

Today I- FOUND THIS:
Jimmy's pants XD AWESOMENESS XD And then, if you look really close- LOOK AT BONZO'S MUSTACHE! =D =D =D
Anyways, I was just looking at the Inside Out music video, by none other than The Traveling Wilburys.
One thing that stands out- BOB DYLAN XD His face when he was singing- I could call it emotionless, but that dosn't quite give it justice. It's Bob-Dylanesque. Stuff of legends, man.
If it was any one other than Bob Dylan, there would be four answers to his face:
A. He didn't want to be there
B. He was nearly unconcious/sleepwalking
C. He really didn't like the smell of something
D. All of the above
But, being Bob Dylan, he can be special all he wants. He is the special Wilbury. All the other Wilburies are fine in their stage presence though XD
Anyways, is there anything of use I can give this? Can I give some life to this post? AH, BONZO'S MUSTACHE IS ENOUGH FOR ANYTHING. Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND ENJOY JIMMY'S FANCY DRAGON SUIT. I'm sure he tried XD

Sunday, March 24, 2013

peanut butter SAUCE.

Tonight something may happen, somewhere. Something that might change the life of any person, any single person, and so many others. That is my vague prediction for the day XD
My leg hurts because of a large piece of metal, most likely assembled in China.
My drawing of George Harrison is next to me, along with my stratocaster.
Stratocaster is apparently not a word, but Ringo Starr is. Odd. You'd think if they'd have one they'd have the other. Beatles is, but Beatle isn't according to spell check. It dosn't try to correct me any more with that little squiggly red line though. Used to.
I PUT STUFF ON MY WALLS YESTERDAY =D
YES. I've gone from just that Yellow Submarine poster (the Let It Be one was just laying against the wall) TO THIS. It makes me happy. According to spell check, Freddie Mercury isn't spelled wrong, but Farrokh Bulsara is. Richard Starkey works, but not Farrokh Bulsara. It's a real name- THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH THAT XD






Keith Moon played the bugle.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

SPONGE MAN

This is what happens when you pause Radio Ga Ga. Wonder who he's looking at XD
Well, last night I had a dream, and there was people. I cannot recount the majority of the plot, so I will leave it at that XD
But what else can I say today? I need some content in some form, right? Well, you can watch this instead:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7xZOrWK6d4g
PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5241 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Friday, March 22, 2013

Oh no, not me, not me ever Not me, darling

“Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.”

That is why I like the strange people. They say funny things. The strange ones. Like Lennon, he was very strange. But in a better way. You say funny things when you're strange. But in a better way. You can write funny things- in a better way. I'm just trapped in my own brand of (in)sanity and am stuck there, not quite for the better yet.  I really don't know.
Question marks seem so unsure of themselves. Why do they have to question what they are saying?
I wrote this because I was bored or needed to write something: 
“How is your morning going?” Alexzander yawned, pulling himself out of bed. He nearly fell out of it, exausted out of his mind after his night out with Ziru.
“Good- You look a little worse than good, if I may say so. Was it the young general again?” Dachen asked, assisting the prince with his nightshirt.
“You guessed it. Someone's got to keep him from trouble- Well, as much trouble as you can prevent, you know.” He smirked at his remark while his servant folded and put away his clothes, taking out new ones.
“You need to be easier on yourself, my prince. Arms out.” He smiled, while dressing Alexzander, much like any morning. Of coarse to him it seemed like afternoon, he was up quite earlier, but one had to be. It was in the job. A fine position, not many could call themselves the manservant of a nobleman, much less the prince of Aurevitia. But if you were to put all of that aside, he was happy to know Alexzander.
“Dachen?” The prince asked, looking at him with clear blue eyes.
“What is it, my prince?”
“If any thing happens to me today, I'd like you to know you can keep my overshirt.”
“What- Why?”
“You've been standing there with it in your hands for quite a while, wouldn't want to tear apart such a close relationship.” 

That's my slightly humorous bit for the day. Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5240 DAYS OLD!!! =D


50 years ago today Please Please Me was released =D
 

Thursday, March 21, 2013

PERSIAN POPINJAY XD XD XD

Freddie, Freddie, Freddie... XD
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FCv8MOghCLQ
Because everybody needs a Persian Popinjay persona. Either that or become a total headcase, among other things... Of coarse you could always be normal. BET YOU KNOW WHICH ONE I'LL BE XD
I worked on my comic today. And I did a very small paragraph of the story I began when I was 11 years old. Yes, it has developed into something quite different from then, it took a dark turn in 7th grade, I moved on to other things in 8th (such as dig it, need to get back to it but with anything prolonged, I NEED A BREAK TO GET THE FEELING BACK, MAN) and here we are now. I might write a page of it. Yay. Why? I don't know, I was just reading some of my old stuff, I found a really dark Damian story that I would be incapable of writing now XD Heavy stuff, man. Wrote it when I was twelve years old. Almost morbid, you might say XD But now, I have a different feel for it. I might have more of a feel for Alexzander, the optomistic extrovert, making peace with feuding groups of people, though I'm sure I have the sanity of Damian XD But in a much more lighthearted, happy go lucky way. LIKE EMRYSS. I need to write more of that too, but the overall summary seems a tad dull compared to this Aurevitian/Arrian thing. It's more character driven, almost entirely so. But THIS, this is plot driven too. It's dramatic, fighting scenes (another thing that I'm uneasy with now, being a pacifist XD) and so on... I found a document in which I listed all the main events of the storyline in order. One read simply as "YAY!", which was a bit confusing at first, it could of been an expression of happiness or not knowing what to say, but I think I remember what that meant... Must of been in eighth grade XD Note to self: Yay. That works. I'll use that more often.
I think I have just now decided that there should be an ACT I and ACT II.
I will put that in there. NOW, STORY LINE, may be subject to change.
ACT I
Opening scene
Alexzander goes for a ride
Alexzander leaves
Nakaalarid comes
Nakaalarid befriends Felix
Damian starts acting up ever so slightly
Nakaalarid gets kidnapped with Felix
they excape
they almost die in the snow
Alexzander goes to Laeviria
Meets Amirah in garden
Saves her and gets stuck in cave with her
Death notes are sent
Damian really acts up
Alexzander goes away and gets back
Felix recoveres
News is sent
Alexzander returns
ACT II
Alexzander grows closer to Damian
Felix and Mira...?
Physician and the new guy come in to play
The new guy pushes Alexzander down the great tower
He almost dies when it is justified, and that is the end of the new guy
Nakaalarid and Alanna?
Damian burns the fields
Alexzander lets the truth slip
Damian gets mad and goes to Cyranesia
Damian meets Zinadia pretending to be Alexzander
Things happen and he promises to marry her and rides away
Alexzander meets Amirah as a masquerade
Damian gets slightly better (and now knows he is to be a father)
Colluissus and his brother?
(after a while) Alexzander goes out to meet Zinadia and finds out about Damian
Damian is absolutely at his worst while he is gone and dosn't even want to meet him
Alexzander goes to Damian, Damian gets extremely mad, runs him through with his sword and then sees what he had done
Alexzander almost dies (but is revived by a mysterious source (the ADAMANT?!?!?)
Alexzander lets Damian marry Zinadia
Ziru and whatever his wife's name...?
(after a while...?) the war of Day-Night (effects by the ADAMANT?!?!?!?)
Jaccorricus dies
Jakilamir almost dies but is saved by Alexzander
the Laevirian king is almost dead when Colluissus's brother kills him from being launched in a trebuchet
they fight when all the power goes to Aurevitia (exept for the last one standing, a young one, later to play a large part...)
Alexzander is sad and conflicted, when he decides to ride to Amirah, who is angry at him at first but then agrees to marry him
YAY!
Last scene Nakaalarid comes to visit his family, almost mirrors the first scene
Soon after Hallian is born.

Now I need to work on the story line for Arria II. THE SECOND GENERATION- wait, that would technically be Arria III, because Aria II is when Alexzander is king, and the next generation are all children. OKAY. CONFUSTION. I might need to get creative with it, anyways.
Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5239 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

THEM.

Today I did stuff. I don't know what could interest this, AND I NEED SOMETHING TO DO. ON HERE.
chub | ch əb|
noun
a thick-bodied European river fish with a gray-green back and white underparts, popular with anglers. • Leuciscus cephalus, family Cyprinidae.
THIS IS CHUBBER.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

I_FINISHED_THIS.YAY

YAAAAAAAAAAY. This took a while to finish. Now the collab has 89/100 finished, 93/100 requested, AND I MIGHT DO CHUCK BERRY. Depends on how I'm feeling in a few days. I have Golden Years stuck in my head, but all David Bowie is saying is LILIKOI.
So, instead of
 Some of these days, and it wont be long
Gonna drive back down where you once belonged
In the back of a dream car twenty foot long
Don't cry my sweet, don't break my heart
Doing all right, but you gotta get smart
Wish upon, wish upon, day upon day, I believe oh lord
I believe all the way
Come get up my baby
Run for the shadows, run for the shadows, run for the shadows in these golden years

He says
LILIKOI LILIKOI LILIKOI
LILIKOI LILIKOI LILIKOI-I
LILIKOI LILIKOI LILIKOI
LILIKOI LILIKOI LILIKOI
LILIKOI LILIKOI LILIKOI
LILIKOI LILIKOI, LILIKOI-I LILIKOI...
And so on.

Monday, March 18, 2013

WHY DO YOU STARE IN THE GLARE OF THE SUN , WHEN THE REAL THING BURNS THE VERY ESSENCE OF YOUR SMILE, Only A title for your further days. It slips away, to come back only when needed.

      I write a letter, A letter in vain, since I am stuck in a small rocket and it's driving me mad.
Some day, one day, the only days, the lonely days, this is when you come to play
In the glint of the moon and fade from the sky like the many stars inhabiting the midnight sky.
But not,
For there's only you.
A sweet dream in the mind of the lonely,
Not even the law can prevent the cool beam
Not even your grandmother. If any one can, then you don't really know eachother.
Thank you, thank you for a friend.
Someone weird.
Someone to confort even a fallen wanderer, Lost from their own star.

 I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO...
Well, tonight I need to sleep, an- WAIT---- LOOK AT THIS.
 OH YEAH. No shading, just the flats, the floor I just slapped down fast so I'll need to fix it... Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, NOW I WAS NOW THE FIVE AND THEN TWO THEN ANOTHER LETTER NUMBER, AND TAKE YOUR NOSE AND TURN IT TO YOUR OWN VERY EYES.


Sunday, March 17, 2013

MY HEAD FEELS LIKE THE INSIDE OF A PLACE WITH A HEAD IN IT.

TODAY. The only day I've ever had that was 3/17/13. And this is John. John Lennon.

I want to draw him now XD

I am tired, and have little to say, tragic, really XD
JOHN COULD THINK OF SOMETHING. I SHOULD TOO.


One day, a man was there. He went to morning at work every day, 5 to 9. Average, normal, boring was he, if like he was you. Depends on are you who, if you look at really it. Voice sang him, guitar played him. The pencil wrote on him, the paper using him as its inspiration for medium. But didn't he understand normal, and it didn't him. Laughed he at the moon, teaching it to laugh back. The slits in a thing such cutted, like a place for buttons, not the snappable ones, like his thin grin, crept across his face as a laugh found shelter in his throat, waiting to emerge at a humorous glance of the tongue. Sarcastic was him, becoming confortable in the time passing, but idealism seeked to emerge. The brown eyes held you with a stare, as the colors danced across your concious brow, thinking of a king, and all the energy around. You might shutter, for dirty embodies a spot on your shirt. The dentist only shot the lanky one a sour wink, lucky one might consider the sad one. I might not. The man was there and became like the poets of all time past, like the lonely songbird on a dark night, maybe lost in another world, but maybe not. Knows who?
I honestly don't know.

Saturday, March 16, 2013

CH CH CH CH CH CHEEZ.

GUESS WHAT? I really don't have much to put on here, so MAKE IT UP. This is the first imaginary post. READ IT:

























Friday, March 15, 2013

Don't you go around judging me like I'm some sort of SCANDINAVIAN DOUGHNUT.

I got a lightbox today =D It is very large. AND KUMQUATS! Miko's favorite fruit. OH YEAH.
And I am tired, but I will show you my progress on The Whooo.
Here is a part of it. YAY FOR FLAT COLORS =D They look pale though... I'll fix that with the shading. WELL, THAT IS ALL, I AM SUPER MEGA TIRED, AND I AM NOW 5233 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Thursday, March 14, 2013

I'm only gram of potassium short of a bannana tree, sir

Poor Jimmy and his left ring finger...

MOMENT OF SILENCE.

Well, today, I had a dream last night. It wouldn't be too exciting to type on here because I don't remember it that detailed and I am tired. But I can say other things. Like I had Fame stuck in my head an hour ago, and before that I watched a really creepy/disturbing Neil Cicerega video that really made me question his sanity XD
I will NEVER look at finger puppets the same way again.
Or Fruit loops.
But I did finish this lineart.
It'll look better with shading XD
Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5232 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Hello, my name is Tommy. Tommy A. Sane, or Tommy Le'Strange, but you could call me Major Tom.

THIS IS CHUBBER. YES. Chubber is sitting there at the moment. Chubber is Chubby.
HAPPINESS =D
Time to put it away for the time being though, 
I had a series of dreams last night. *Cue dramatic music* XD Seriously, now.


First, I was myself. Except not. I had more of a... Personification of darkness air about me. It was frightening, I was sitting in my room and bits and pieces of things were torn up, all around the floor around me. In my closet there were bodies of animals with their heads ripped off, and my carpet was stained with blood. (Keep in mind I am wearing my peta shirt now XD) It was quite morbid, but still- It was me. It was weird. I could hear people shouting at me, people that wern't really there. My mom came in to tell me to clean it up, just like usual. Except I got the feeling that she, and everyone else, were plotting to kill me. I hid, trying to get out of it. I realised that this was a dream, a dream that could go very sour if I diddn't wake up. So, I tried and tried, until I did. I soon found this to be a dream. I tried again. This time I was awake- Until I glanced at some paper at the floor, glanced away and back again, and the writing had changed. I was stuck. I would go through some horrific paranoid nightmare- THEN IT OCCURED TO ME- I could either struggle to wake up, OR BECOME LUCID! It was a tough choice at the time but the oportunity for something interesting in my life got the best of me. GLAD IT DID.
So, I wandered around, wondering what to do. Then, I got a wonderful idea and instantly transformed into "Faboosh Wizard Jimmy", basically Jimmy Page, who we all know is a wizard. I ran around, being Jimmy, and it was all good. I remembered the dead things in my closet from before and used my magic to bring them back to life and heal them, then set them free. Then I proceded to run around outside randomly, when I had a strange out of body expirience, and heard an old radio talking about strange things, like some sort of mythical story. I sensed a being in the corner, though I didn't see anything past the wall. ANYWAYS, then I was normal wizard Jimmy and went to the beach. There were all kinds of massive piles of seaweed, and I preformed magic tricks.
Then, later I was Jim Hutton (I just LOVE it when I have a Freddie dream!) And Freddie and I were going to Bob Dylan's birthday. We got there, and it was a really cool party with all kinds of good food! It seemed like EVERYONE was there- except for Bob Dylan XD I'm sure he had his reasons. So, me and Freddie sat down. Sadly a group of people sat between us at our table, but Freddie was all "We'll show them, Jim darling!" and he held my hand, even though we were stretched across the table and were basically blocking their menus and plates with our arms. And their faces, too. They soon left, and we could carry out a normal conversation. Sadly my limitations as a lucid dreamer kicked in, and I frequently had to leave for brief moments of time to make sure I stayed in character. The dream kept on changing me into other people, so I had to stand outside and say "I am Jim Hutton. I am Jim Hutton. I have thick eyebrows and a mustache. I am Jim Hutton." and look in the mirror, and if I looked like Jim I was done and could return to Freddie. Then we ordered some food and Freddie asked for a drink, and I went to get it for him. My sister saw me and I nearly freaked out (the mention of my name would probably break my Jim identity completely (and poor Freddie would be left thirsty)) But she didn't recognise me and asked what my name was. I replied with Jim Hutton, because that was who I was. I was finally getting better with my willpower over my subcontious mind. So, then I got back to Freddie and we got in line to do something (I forget what) and we had a nice moment together. He was even wearing the wedding ring Jim gave him! I just love how my dreams remember the smallest details. I'm pretty sure there was more to it, but I don't quite remember. In the middle somewhere, when I had to make sure the dream didn't take me out of the story, the whole thing got converted to an internet forum until I found my way back. And I think that's all I remember. Weird dream, always seems normal when I first wake up.
Well, if you actually took the time to read through that (which I seriously hope you diddn't for your own sake XD) you deserve something. How about a humorous picture of George Harrison.
XD HIS HAIR XD
I just thought of a question. A question that I really have never answered.
WHY DO I POST THESE THINGS ON THIS BLOG? Certaintly not that I need people to read it, I don't care if they do, then is it for myself? Not quite... No. It's because someday when I become famous for being such a headcase, people can look here to see how it all started. See how my insanity has developed over every day since middleschool. Lovely, ain't it?

You can call me Tommy. Or Major Tom. I don't really mind.

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

I SHOULD DO THAT.

You know the times where you see someone did something cool and think you can and or should do it too? THIS IS ONE OF THOSE TIMES.
This is part of someone on deviantart's wall. Posters, drawings, and pictures OF CLASSIC ROCK ARTISTS, mainly Led Zeppelin and The Who. I WANT TO DO THAT XD I've been thinking of putting pictures up on my walls... I have three posters, only one made it on the wall, the other two have been waiting for probably more than a year XD Then there's the pictures I have, the album cover I have... My artwork... I'd like to do some comics (as in funny, well drawn comics, sadly I don't think i've done both of those in the same drawing) and put them up there. I probably couldn't go this far XD HOW DO YOU PUT SO MUCH STUFF ON ONE WALL? It is talent, man. And I don't think my mom would let me without leaving it at least 75% blank wall space. Oh well, I'll put my Freddie up, the one I was using as a drawing refference. HOMEMADE POSTERS FOR THE WIN! =D

AND I AM NOW 5230 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Monday, March 11, 2013

IT DOES NEVER SAY WHEN IT DOES BUT DOSNT DO THAT BUT THE OPPOSITE OF IT.

I could give you interesting information. BUT WILL I? I don't know. I could bore you to death... BUT DO I  REALLY HAVE THE POWER TO DO THAT?
I DO NOT HAVE ANY INSPIRATION TO POUR INTO THIS RIGHT NOW. I AM JUST A PERSON BEHIND A BRIGHT SCREEN LISTENING TO GEORGE HARRISON.

Sunday, March 10, 2013

DON'T TALK TO THE PEOPLE ONLY IF THEY STUFF

I want to play my guitar but I'm too lazy to reach for it and reach to plug it in. I just realised how rediculous that is. I should summon the energy to do that now.
I did. I HAVE MASTERED THE BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY SOLO. I should get to bed soon- AND THE TIME IS WRONG. Apperantly the time changed, and I didn't even know it. I CHANGED MY WATCH. NOT MY WRISTWATCH, because that is not it's purpose, IT IS MY SHELFWATCH. It also wakes me up at 6:39 on weekdays.
Everyone should see this lovely picture of George. I like it. He has a great smile. A strange smile, but a great one. It's his Harrison face.

EAT MONEY.

Saturday, March 9, 2013

THIS SEEMS LIKE THE TIME OF DAY I SHOULD POST ON MY BLOG, BASED ON MY LOCATION AND AMOUNT OF TIREDNESS.

I like using full, real words. Words that have more than two sylables, if I can. I, like most generations of people after the stone age, don't talk like this:
2011:I liek JB cuz he iz cyooote, and i marry him and u cant cuz justin iz totes my BF, and when he sees u we will be like lol! rofl! and we r like in luv and you r like not, lol!
2012:justin beiber? i hardly kno who dat is! hes so dum and not creative- i liek 1D! u think i'd liek JB- he's SOOO not coolios anymore- THAT WAS LIKE A WHOLE YEAR AGO, R U STOOPID?

Sorry for the near profanity, but that was my take on my generation. Not My Generation, because that would be Roger Daltrey's generation, one that I'd probably like better XD
ANYWAYS. I will show you something awesome and you need to guess who is who.
CAN YOU GUESS ANY OF THEM? I'll tell you the ones I got: 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,10,14,16,18,20,27 14/35 isn't too bad! exactly 40%, pretty good. (An F, but still good considering I am oblivious to most anything made after 1980) Now for the ones I'm actually a big fan of: 2,6,10,14,16 YAY. That's 5/35, don't know if that's good or bad XD

2. MY FAVORITE GUITARIST, YOU SHOULD KNOW HIS NAME

10. My second favorite of these guitarists, BRIAN MAY
6. JIMMEH, my third favorite
14. CHUCK BERRY (I just played Johnny B. Goode on the guitar about an hour ago =D)
16. MAGICAL FLYING PETE TOWNSHEND.

And this is the story of my life. ROGER TAYLOR XD He makes a much more attractive female than the other one XD (yes, I do unfortionatly know her name, but I refuse to put any more profanity on this blog post XD) And Roger can be masculine if he wants, I'm sure. He must not want to very often. ANYWAYS, I SHOULD FINISH THIS POST OFF, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5227 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Friday, March 8, 2013

CHUBBER LIKES BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY TOO MUCH.

I was playing the piano and singing bohemian rhapsody (around the Galileo! GALILEO! Galileo! GALILEO FIGARO! Magnifico-o-o-O) And Chubber kept on runnning up to me, over AND OVER AND OVER, purring and meowing, and rubbing against my face, and walking on the piano. She kept on going over to eat, and I tried getting her to eat, BUT SHE KEPT ON COMMING BACK. IT IS THE WIERDEST THING.  When ever I sing the high notes (Like Roger Taylor high) she either loves it, thinks it means something in the vocal language of the cat, or thinks I'm dying or something. It gets a bit anoying, so I never got past the Galileo.

I JUST FOUND AN EXPLANATION FOR WHY THAT MIGHT BE. Mother cats call their kittens with a certain calling sound- CHUBBER'S MOM MIGHT OF CALLED HER WITH A HIGH E! Yay. Roger Taylor is a mommy.

But Freddie composed it...
CONFUSION.

Anyways, I would like to sleep, so I will finish this post off with a brilliant quote by Brian May XD

"There are times when I flick through magazines and think I`m in danger of becoming a prisoner of my own hair."
That'll be me in the next ten years XD Big haired guitarist, though probably not as big in fame XD

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Pete Townshend: The weirdest face in rock 'n' roll.

I think Mick Jagger is enjoying this about as much as I am. I'm sorry, but after trying to draw this guy's face (in a normal situation, his hugging Mick Jagger face is really hard to look at) I have decided that there is something seriously wrong with it. I usually keep my problems with faces to my self, but the guy has smashed more guitars in his lifetime than the government says people die of eating too many vitamins. I like his music though XD I'm a fan, just NOT OF GUITAR SMASHING. He probably smashed more Gibson Les Pauls than Freddie Mercury had teeth... THAT'S A WHOLE LOT OF GUITARS :( That's like eating an endangered species... Or any other animal for that matter...
but MAKES FOR A STUNNING PERFORMANCE! XD I just wouldn't be caught dead doing that... Or in any other state for that matter... BUT ANYWAYS, THAT'S WHY.


Now for a much nicer and simply beutiful subject, FREDDIE'S TEETH! I love his teeth, even though he was very insecure about them, I think they were great.
 I love this Jim Hutton quote-
"Although his teeth were so prominent, I think he had a lovely smile. He became self-conscious and embarrassed only when he was having a really hearty laugh - when he guffawed like a donkey and showed all his teeth off. Then his hand would fly to hide the lower part of his face."

And to add to all the awesomeness I have found (balancing out the near profanity of Pete Townshend's Mick Jagger face)
I FOUND THIS! FREDDIE AND RINGO! THEY MET EACHOTHER!!!!!! this makes me SO happy, man. Take my favorite members from my 2 favorite bands (well, Zeppelin and Queen are a tie, but I'm not sure who my favorite member of Led Zeppelin is... Probably Robert Plant) AND HERE THEY ARE IN A PHOTOGRAPH, TOGETHER! THEY COEXISTED ON THIS PLANET AT THE SAME TIME WITHIN A FEW INCHES IN PROXIMITY OF EACHOTHER. It's like that picture of John and David Bowie I found- EXCEPT FOR EVEN BETTER! (and then there's the picture of Ringo and David Bowie- he was in his Ziggy Stardust movie =D)
Ringo and him were probably having a great time, man. Freddie loved The Beatles =D
Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5225 DAYS OLD!!! =D
That is a palindrome.



Wednesday, March 6, 2013

You see, it was one of those times when I wasn't sure if I was a flat iron or a bicycle. Don't ask me now, I wouldn't be able to tell you for certain, just, Hold On.

THIN WHITE DUCK.
Parting his hair like your mother's giraffe since 1909.

I should of fallen asleep a while ago, pity, pity. Ah well, dosn't really matter to me, I'm easy come easy go.
I'm a bohemian.

I fried up some tofu today. I also consumed it. It was good, except the plastic from the spatula kept on rubbing off... I killed it. A slow murder scene, involved a hand gun and a rather large cube of bolognea.
I still dont' know how to spell bolognea.
Perhaps since I have stopped eating things with brains, except for oranges, which I consume on a daily basis. That's why there's orange bits and peels all along my street to my bus stop now. I thought it was biodegradable. It takes it's time.

Time takes time, and flexes like a door (or maybe phenylalanine, I saw it was in the ingredients of stride gum), while I'm a rock and rolling bagel for you.

I kicked my frequent gum usage about a year ago, don't judge me. I just keep the old box in my pocket. Along with the ferry schedule and a chapstick made of wax collected from bee dwellings.

The duck likes his bagels.
Freddie says his passport, while his stamp collection says otherwise.

I sometimes hear things. See things. Feel things. Sence things.
   
   I sometimes see things.
Like a simple fool in the rain. 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The post after 909

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ysfuWh0OAk
YES. THIS IS THE POST AFTER THE 909TH. I feel like sleeping, because it is late.
I went to the dentist today.
I'm not one of the Beatles, so it was fairly boring.
Imagine how it would be if you were Robert Wadlow and you wanted to GO ON AN AIRPLANE. Would they accommodate your unusual height?
I'm drawing a picture of The Who for a music colab... I've got the basic sketch, AND IT'S GONNA BE PRETTY.
Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5223 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Ringo Starr and Bob Dylan, along with being the same height, have similar derp faces.





I JUST FOUND THIS!!! XD

Monday, March 4, 2013

POST OF 909

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLQa4fM-fPQ you have to watch that video, click on that link and watch it. IT IS THE BEST SONG I HAVE EVER HEARD IN MY LIFE XD (I haven't rickrolled you, that would be too cruel, BUT THIS IS HILARIOUS.) He gets the alphabet mixed up though XD JOHN LENNON DON'T NEED THE ALPHABET. 
And Ringo carn't spel.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

I am lucky this post was created, I nearly fell asleep without keeping my record alive.

I started playing Bohemian Rhapsody on the piano today, since I already could play the guitar parts... I sing all the parts, sometimes even an octave higher. Then I ate an orange with a chocolate cake. And won an award for my sgt pepper drawing. YES. BUT I AM TIRED NOW. SO ENJOY THIS.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

SIP. I feed Sip, and sometimes Sip makes happy noises!

SIPITTY SIP. I just fed Sippy. He made happy purring sounds. It made me happy. Chubber is cleaning her back with her tounge, which should be nearly impossible considering her width.
 I just thought of a question. Would this be what John and Freddie posted about if they had daily blogs? WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE? And those are just the two cat loving classic rockers I thought of off the top of my head...
OKAY, I JUST FOUND THIS: http://mentalfloss.com/article/29696/john-lennon-was-crazy-cat-lady
A list of all John Lennon's cats (the ones known, at least.) and two dogs. He had one named Tim who lived to be over 20 years old! And then there was salt and pepper (A black cat named salt, a white cat named pepper XD) and Alice, a russian blue... AWWW IT SOUNDS SO SAD! His poor cat fell out the window... And then it also mentioned Charro, who I put in a drawing once, though I have yet to finish it.
And then there's Freddie and Delilah- AH MUSICIANS AND THEIR CATS! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0u48-HjJr-s This video not only has the song about Delilah, but also has pictures of him with his cats! =D (I didn't know he had one named Miko! I bet it's not short for Mikollias- I MADE THAT NAME UP, and the name hopefully will stay original by the time I publish my book XD)

 Yes, here's Freddie and John with their cats!

And here's one of Ringo and one of his cats! Ringo's also on my list of cat people. Well, that is all for today-
EXCEPT FOR MY DREAM. I had a dream where it was the future. I woke up and looked outside- and saw giant screens everywhere- on buildings, on the sides of roads, advertising- EVERYWHERE. At first I was myself, and was terrified at what the world had become. But soon enough I was formed into a character of this futuristic world. I was a guy around my age now, maybe a year older, and unlike many I wasn't giving into all this controlling technology. I didn't like all the fakeness and automaticness of this world I was in, wanting to get back to something natural. Even the food was 100% synthetic- and all my life, I wanted to taste real ice cream. I often talked to some guy who must of been around 80 years old, may have been related to me, and he would tell stories about how it used to be- probably the way it is now, give or take a few years. So, I came up with a plan to find non genetically modified cow DNA (since most non-human species had gone extinct, even cows) and clone it, raise it in a nice grassy field, milk it, grow fruit from fruit DNA for flavor, and make ice cream. Yes, it could take more than five years, but I REALLY wanted to get a taste of REAL ice cream. I seemed to be the only one with ambitions about doing anything worthwhile, because all my relatives (I had quite a number of them) were loving the automated daily life in their automated robotic houses. I needed to get out. Suddenly, I received EXTREMELY TERRIBLE NEWS- Ringo went on a deep sea mission in a yellow submarine to save the world's last octopus, and never made it back. (Apparently in the future they had the technology to make people young again, because he looked like he did in 1967-1968)  I was devastated, being the kind of fan I am in real life. Things went on as usual for a while, until RINGO SHOWED UP AT MY DOOR. He had gone into hiding, because someone was chasing after him (I forget who, but guessing by my dreams, it was probably the government) and we needed to get him somewhere safe for the time being. I couldn't tell my large extended family what was going on, because they would be against it. So, I teamed up with some middleaged guy that was probably my dream self's uncle who didn't mind a little adventure and certainly didn't mind getting away from the technology that was slowly killing the world. So we turned all the technology off by cutting off the electricity in the neighborhood in the middle of the night and continued on our way. I then brought everybody else with me because the technology running EVERYTHING wasn't working and they couldn't do anything without it. We got into the uncle guy's car (the only car I had ever seen that wasn't automated and powered by complex computers, it looked like it was from the 60s or 70s, the 20th century, not the 21st)  and started on our way. The police tried to get us, but the car soon stopped working after it got to a certain point because I made the computers controlling it stop working. Then we got on a large ship and were on our way.
On the ship I saw some sort of video. It showed old black and white clips at first, slapstick comedy almost, and it was pretty funny to watch. It showed all kinds of clips from the first half of the 20th century, and it all seemed really good, I had never seen stuff quite like it, living in the time that I did. Then it showed Bill Gates unveiling the first Microsoft computer- and suddenly jumped to the person who invented all the automated stuff that was controlling everything we knew of unveiling his first computer. It showed where we were then. The clips stopped, and I knew I had to do something- This had gone too far. People needed to experience life like it was intended, Ringo should be free to rescue the octopus species, children should be able to enjoy ice cream. REAL ICE CREAM. (or better yet, frozen greek yoghurt.) I needed to help make the world natural again. I was on the boat for a while and then we had to abandon ship- there was another ship near by that we would swim over to, but we all had to jump out. The water was cold, and you diddn't float well in it because of the polution. I tried swimming in it but kept on sinking. Soon I discovered that the dream lacked logic, even though I was thinking logically, and I could breathe underwater. But my cousin that I had befriended couldn't, and couldn't swim either. And he looked like a young George Harrison. Anyways, we soon got to the other boat, travelling again. There was a bit more to the dream, but I can't remember. Ah, well, even though the dream diddn't complete it's story, I know that every thing turned out alright, and I got to eat real ice cream. Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, I am now 5220 DAYS OLD =D

I found these when looking up a picture of Freddie and his cats XD

HIS FACE XD XD XD So true.

Friday, March 1, 2013

I has a freddie and you don't.

Well, now I have some of my artwork FRAMED, and it looks simply delightful. My eyes and head are tired, so I better go to sleep- BUT MY DREAM SECUENCE-
Yes, I found an animal (either a really round cat or a really fat guineapig, I am not sure) in a really cold room at a hotel. I brought it out and kept it, because it was cold. It resembled Chubber. Then there was this person, but I don't exactly remember. WELL- I must show you something entertaining. I MUST.
THIS. THIS IS EPIC. It has probably ALL the bands and people I like, THE PERIODIC TABLE OF ROCK!
Except for one thing-
HE DIDN'T PUT THE BEATLES ON THERE. THAT RUINS THE WHOLE THING- you got those grungy death metal bands that no one's ever heard of, and don't want to, BUT YOU OMIT THE BEATLES. Aperantly they wern't hard enough for him- MAN, NO EXCUSE, NO EXCUSE, WITHOUT THE BEATLES, PROBABLY 85% OF THESE BANDS WOULD BE NOTHING LIKE THEY ARE TODAY! But other than that, it has all my other favorite people, so I'm good. The Beatles were just far too awesome for it. And I don't think there's a single band from the 50s on here either! I don't listen to too much 50s music personally, but I belive they deserve CONSIDERATION. I'd make my own- but I think I could contribute my time to something more worthwhile XD WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEAEC AND LVOE, AND I AM NOW 5219 DAYS OLD!!! =D

And you say The Beatles weren't hard enough to be rock...




 
And this just cracked me up XD I've got a picture of John kind of like this XD  I'll add puns to the list of Lennon-McCartney's genius.