Wednesday, April 27, 2011
And Now...
Thought I'd put something up here real quick since I'm trying to show more love to my online accounts. I have here random drivel for you to discard upon sight if you wish. I'm working (haha yeah right) on a couple of things lately that I'm hoping will prove to be full projects. I'm also heavily addicted to Minecraft. Not much going otherwise. Here's hoping I remember this poor blog before next week is out. Peace all.
Monday, April 11, 2011
So it's been about a week....
So it's been about a week and it's time I posted here again. So I'm going to post a piece of ... well I wouldn't call it art ... but I drew it so I'll post it. Also I shall be endeavoring to speak a bit on some of my favorite series of things be they movies, books, manga, vidja games, etc. Unfortunately at the moment my computer doesn't seem to want to upload the image so I'll slap a coming soon label on that and see if I can't get it to work.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Changing Email and Giving My Poor Blog Some Love
Welcome thou who slogs through this blog with little enthusiasm due to my stunning lack of weekly posts. I've had a whirlwind weekend at the old CU with my friend Dashfox1, whom you may find mostly on Twitter as Dashfox1 and on Blogger as the same, In the process I finally switched all my contact crap over to my new Email NuraMike@gmail.com and switched this blog's admin power to that email as well.
Now that that is done I'm hoping to show my poor blog some more love by uploading more entries. Story snippets, random drivel, pet projects, things I stumbled, and possibly some artwork attempts. Perhaps I can make this work after all. Well that's all for this post.
See you later
Now that that is done I'm hoping to show my poor blog some more love by uploading more entries. Story snippets, random drivel, pet projects, things I stumbled, and possibly some artwork attempts. Perhaps I can make this work after all. Well that's all for this post.
See you later
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Well I'm Slacking
It's been two weeks instead of the requisite one since I last posted here. I believe it is time to explain myself. I have been busy up to the ears lately. Honestly I've been mixing business with pleasure but this should not prevent me from dutifully posting in this blog even though it is probably not even read by those I know... At the very least no one ever provides me with any feedback. I may be putting my foot in my mouth there but oh well. I will endeavor to at least post random drivel such as this every week and correct my lax behavior. Until then, NuraMike OUT!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
New Snippet
It was your typical day for three college-grads out touring the country in celebration of their freedom from books, classes, and final exams. Bartemus "Barry" Sheldrick, Dianne Westrose, and Evan Cost were living the good life. They were some of the fortunate few who were bright and eager students. They had each recieved enough scholarships, grants, and/or familial support to go through college and emerge on the other side debtless.
The three had met their freshman year and created their own little clique to keep out the evils of drunken jocks, menstrual sorority girls, and nosy teachers. Other additions to their little college-life family had come and gone. Barry for instance had kept up a string of short-lived girlfriends but all had perished before the truly intimate nature of the group. No one else seemed to develope their telepathy or a nack for the secret language that a group of friends often creates.
Now at the end of their college run the three are out on the open road in a van that Barry had recieved for just this purpose. Their first three stops had been their families. All three had come to their college of choice from out of state and so it seemed only right to visit each family before driving off into the sunset.
The three are not what you'd think of as athletic nor are they bookworms. The three are geekier than geek hell sporting super hero emblem and video-game homage T-shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes for the most part. As the three road through the morning finishing off their egg Mcmuffins and various beverages the stereo of the van played Cutman by the Protomen, it had been Evan's turn to pick the music. As the singer came around to another run of "Cut, Cut, Cut, Cut!" the van seemed to hit a bump and then the day became a whole lot stranger.
"What in bloody hell?" Barry asked the open air as he re-oriented himself after the bump. The view beyond the windshield had changed. This could not be possible, the bump could not have thrown them that far, but somehow it was different.
"Nice driving, man," Evan said from just over Barry's shoulder. Barry was still scanning the view outside the van's windows as though hoping this mirage would fade so he could get back to the road trip.
"Will some one please turn off that music until we figure this out?" Asked Dianne fingers symbolically plugged in her ears. Since Barry seemed in a state of shock, belying the Batman emblem emblazoned on his T-shirt that day, Evan reached up between the front seats and switched off the CD player.
Now all three looked out the van's windows and they could not believe what they saw. The van that had only moments ago been coasting along an interstate highway was now standing still in a large field-like expanse. The entire atmosphere of this strange place was grey. It seemed to be a dead place there was nothing living in sight, that is except for three freaked-out college grads in a displaced van.
"Anyone have a clue as to where we are?" Barry asked his two friends. He could not bring himself to rip his gaze away from the dystopian landscape however. For a long while the three were silent. It felt as though not even a breath passed among the three then things went from merely unsettling to downright horrifying.
What snapped them out of their state of trance was a slap at the passenger's side window of the van and when the three looked out they all screamed. There on the other side of the glass was a geek's worst nightmare, a zombie.
"Oh shit! Is that? Is it really?" Dianne asked backing as far away from her window as possible.
"I think it is and he looks hungry," Evan said also sliding to the opposite side of the van when more slaps came from the other side of the door on that side.
"Don't just sit there, numbskull," Dianne said to Barry, "Drive the fucking van!"
As though this command were directed at one of the mighty d'jinn of Arabic legend Barry's foot fell on the gas pedal like a concrete block. The van rocketed away from it's fleshy assailants and began to barrel along the great open plain.
"I can't believe I'm actually saying this, Evan, but get the zombie survival kit from under your seat," said Barry as he focused on keeping their frantic escape as easy on their vehicle as possible. They couldn't know when they'd have access to a new one, or if they would at all. Evan did as commanded and retrieved the customized shotgun case. In it along with a shotgun were hammers, bandages, and various odds and ends that people might want in an end of the world scenario.
"I'm sorry I said it was a waste of money," Dianne's voice quaivered only slightly, "Give me one of those hammers, Evan."
Evan did as commanded then took the shotgun out of the case and opened the back window of the van. Thus perched at the back of the aforementioned vehicle Evan fired rounds into any zombie that showed enough inhuman speed to catch up to the dirt-speeders.
"If we ever get back home I'm sueing Capcom," Barry said to his beleagured friends, "Resident Evil did not adequately prepare us for this kind of danger."
He managed to elicit a small chuckle from his otherwise occupied friends. That was enoguh for him though as they rocketed on through the open field which seemed to have no end at all. Then it abruptly did end. The landscape, as flat and unending as it seemed had created enough illusion to hide a small canyon. Barry took his foot off the gas and on the break but it was too late. The van was falling into that small ravine and nothing could stop it. Then came a bump and the feeling of falling was gone. The van was again sitting in an unfamiliar landscape. Not the interstate, and not the valley of the living dead either. Only one sentence could give voice to the thought in all their heads and Dianne spoke it.
"What the hell is going on?"
The three had met their freshman year and created their own little clique to keep out the evils of drunken jocks, menstrual sorority girls, and nosy teachers. Other additions to their little college-life family had come and gone. Barry for instance had kept up a string of short-lived girlfriends but all had perished before the truly intimate nature of the group. No one else seemed to develope their telepathy or a nack for the secret language that a group of friends often creates.
Now at the end of their college run the three are out on the open road in a van that Barry had recieved for just this purpose. Their first three stops had been their families. All three had come to their college of choice from out of state and so it seemed only right to visit each family before driving off into the sunset.
The three are not what you'd think of as athletic nor are they bookworms. The three are geekier than geek hell sporting super hero emblem and video-game homage T-shirts, jeans, and tennis shoes for the most part. As the three road through the morning finishing off their egg Mcmuffins and various beverages the stereo of the van played Cutman by the Protomen, it had been Evan's turn to pick the music. As the singer came around to another run of "Cut, Cut, Cut, Cut!" the van seemed to hit a bump and then the day became a whole lot stranger.
"What in bloody hell?" Barry asked the open air as he re-oriented himself after the bump. The view beyond the windshield had changed. This could not be possible, the bump could not have thrown them that far, but somehow it was different.
"Nice driving, man," Evan said from just over Barry's shoulder. Barry was still scanning the view outside the van's windows as though hoping this mirage would fade so he could get back to the road trip.
"Will some one please turn off that music until we figure this out?" Asked Dianne fingers symbolically plugged in her ears. Since Barry seemed in a state of shock, belying the Batman emblem emblazoned on his T-shirt that day, Evan reached up between the front seats and switched off the CD player.
Now all three looked out the van's windows and they could not believe what they saw. The van that had only moments ago been coasting along an interstate highway was now standing still in a large field-like expanse. The entire atmosphere of this strange place was grey. It seemed to be a dead place there was nothing living in sight, that is except for three freaked-out college grads in a displaced van.
"Anyone have a clue as to where we are?" Barry asked his two friends. He could not bring himself to rip his gaze away from the dystopian landscape however. For a long while the three were silent. It felt as though not even a breath passed among the three then things went from merely unsettling to downright horrifying.
What snapped them out of their state of trance was a slap at the passenger's side window of the van and when the three looked out they all screamed. There on the other side of the glass was a geek's worst nightmare, a zombie.
"Oh shit! Is that? Is it really?" Dianne asked backing as far away from her window as possible.
"I think it is and he looks hungry," Evan said also sliding to the opposite side of the van when more slaps came from the other side of the door on that side.
"Don't just sit there, numbskull," Dianne said to Barry, "Drive the fucking van!"
As though this command were directed at one of the mighty d'jinn of Arabic legend Barry's foot fell on the gas pedal like a concrete block. The van rocketed away from it's fleshy assailants and began to barrel along the great open plain.
"I can't believe I'm actually saying this, Evan, but get the zombie survival kit from under your seat," said Barry as he focused on keeping their frantic escape as easy on their vehicle as possible. They couldn't know when they'd have access to a new one, or if they would at all. Evan did as commanded and retrieved the customized shotgun case. In it along with a shotgun were hammers, bandages, and various odds and ends that people might want in an end of the world scenario.
"I'm sorry I said it was a waste of money," Dianne's voice quaivered only slightly, "Give me one of those hammers, Evan."
Evan did as commanded then took the shotgun out of the case and opened the back window of the van. Thus perched at the back of the aforementioned vehicle Evan fired rounds into any zombie that showed enough inhuman speed to catch up to the dirt-speeders.
"If we ever get back home I'm sueing Capcom," Barry said to his beleagured friends, "Resident Evil did not adequately prepare us for this kind of danger."
He managed to elicit a small chuckle from his otherwise occupied friends. That was enoguh for him though as they rocketed on through the open field which seemed to have no end at all. Then it abruptly did end. The landscape, as flat and unending as it seemed had created enough illusion to hide a small canyon. Barry took his foot off the gas and on the break but it was too late. The van was falling into that small ravine and nothing could stop it. Then came a bump and the feeling of falling was gone. The van was again sitting in an unfamiliar landscape. Not the interstate, and not the valley of the living dead either. Only one sentence could give voice to the thought in all their heads and Dianne spoke it.
"What the hell is going on?"
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
This week we have poetry corner
Hey ya'll bloggers. I don't have a snippet this week since I've been working on many other things and filling up my listening library. So I'm digging back in my brain and posting some poetry I did in the past. Hope you enjoy.
INSPIRED IN OCTOBER
Somber the bells on high do ring,
Ghastly the voices of graveyards sing,
A night? A fright? Nay, an eve,
What a sight! Faint hearts grieve,
O'er the lost unhappy days,
Whence embraced by sun's warm rays,
T'were the fools whom daylight shun,
And in moonshadows now do run.
Shuffle off your mortal coil,
Tis a dance to end all toil,
Neath the Starlit, Full-Moon sky,
Watch as thy soul away doth fly,
And in drawing that last breath,
Utter final words in death,
Now ever to haunt those left behind,
Who look about and yet are blind.
Glassy eyes neath heartless skies,
Absence of vital pulse denies,
The hand of life which breath would stir,
In these bones, dead and interred,
Save for one night out of the year,
Nay an Eve, An eve of fear!
When memories dead are seen in glance,
And in the graveyard skeletons dance.
Well hope you enjoyed my space-fillertastic poetry for this week. Perhaps next week I'll have something a bit more interesting.
INSPIRED IN OCTOBER
Somber the bells on high do ring,
Ghastly the voices of graveyards sing,
A night? A fright? Nay, an eve,
What a sight! Faint hearts grieve,
O'er the lost unhappy days,
Whence embraced by sun's warm rays,
T'were the fools whom daylight shun,
And in moonshadows now do run.
Shuffle off your mortal coil,
Tis a dance to end all toil,
Neath the Starlit, Full-Moon sky,
Watch as thy soul away doth fly,
And in drawing that last breath,
Utter final words in death,
Now ever to haunt those left behind,
Who look about and yet are blind.
Glassy eyes neath heartless skies,
Absence of vital pulse denies,
The hand of life which breath would stir,
In these bones, dead and interred,
Save for one night out of the year,
Nay an Eve, An eve of fear!
When memories dead are seen in glance,
And in the graveyard skeletons dance.
Well hope you enjoyed my space-fillertastic poetry for this week. Perhaps next week I'll have something a bit more interesting.
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