I'm working on a collaborative EP at the moment and while I'm supposed to be taking that seriously, I've been making some little songs that satisfy my weird/not-so-serious side to throw in randomly. I made this first song titled "The Evening Newz" using, mainly, my keyboard. I don't have a lot of serious recording equipment at the moment to work with, so I have to make do with my crappy keyboards and direct-input AV cables (aka not the best sound quality...at all). It's kinda fun using simple equipment though because the effect always seems more "hands-on," less digital...even though it is, essentially, all digital.
I made the video to go along with it to hopefully give the song some kind of "visual reference," but the software I used produced this god-awful watermark that, well, SUCKS. Oh well. Here it is:
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thursday, November 22, 2012
A Stark Return?
So Luck Tales apparently hasn't been edited in over a year...in that time I also completely forgot about Fake Fainting! This blog has so many good memories attached to it (though content may prove disputable...); I don't think I can get rid of it. I think I'll start posting music/videos/animations I make because the other blog I started (Conspiracy Inquiry) is starting to run its course (and that's only after 3 posts :/). It was just too conceptual for a complete scatter-brain like me. You understand.
AH! I'm so excited to re-start this baby~
AH! I'm so excited to re-start this baby~
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Friday, December 24, 2010
HAY HO! Christmas Eve '10 Edition
Just stoppin' on by to end this long hiatus (and prove to the bwogging community that I'm not as emo as that last post...)
ANYWAY.
Allow me to begin with a few things I have learned:
1. No matter what, finals will never be my priority, nor will school.
2. Boone gets (c)old.
3. The best way to shut someone up is to quack in their face.
4. Lunar eclipses are serious business.
and, on a slightly more serious note,
5. True love knows no boundaries. And I promise to stop talking about it.
This year has been the only time I've considered the end of college because after being here for way too long, I realize there should be some light at the end, right? Wrong. As it turns out, the graduation audit process is really just an excuse for bad advisors to convince you the meeting can't go on without one...then you go to the Registrar's office to fight them to simply fill one out, only to learn
A) They weren't giving you due credit for LOTS of courses
B) They lost your records (surprise is hard to feign at this point)
C) The 2-month wait for the audit results in the same thing you were doing all
along: keeping track of what classes are left for graduation. Even then they
screw up and forget to count certain credits.
Before, I probably wouldn't have cared, but the whole "sucking-it-up" thing is pissing me off to no end. I've been putting up with this BS (not talking about my degree) only to tell assholes that I graduated college. Thing is, I never gave a flying cluck about that and I really just wanted to prove a lot of people wrong. Considering I've been forced to wait another year only because classes I need are only offered next spring, I'm considering dropping this waste of time and moving on. The world needs big ideas, and that--believe it or not--is my forte. Aside from all that, I'm ready to move. Staying in one place for too long is just not my cup of tea. Everything is getting a little stale (obviously me) and that's never healthy...
On to more important things. Seeing as us peeps shape our own universe, I've taken to ridding mine of any hostility (trying to, at least). Sometimes, however, blood can start boiling and you're left to either use human-power, clever diction, or tears to cope with the opposing force. Unfortunately, physical altercations have always dubbed me "hormonal," clever diction fails me in the heat of the moment, and tears lead me to the kind of anger that not even an army of 10,000 menopausal women could stop. So now I quack. If someone makes a passive aggressive comment, look them straight in the eye and quack. If someone tries to exhibit pseudo-authority over you? Quack Quack Quack *roll eyes*. The trick is to incorporate the hand motions of a quacking duck to imply they look and sound like an idiot. Times are tough, people. Nobody has time to exert any kind of energy on lame jerks...except quacking. Quacking is fun for all.
Now, is it me, or did the lunar eclipse have an unusually funny effect on people? I was researching the event and given its nature, the only thing I could find to even compare to how I was feeling was a horoscope that said the 2 days post eclipse will be a time of deep meditation. Let's just say, I was up for 68 hours for no given reason, talking to my spirit guides and transcending past my own skin. If I wasn't, I at least believe I was...so don't bother arguing because I'll start quacking. Oh, the irony. Honestly though, what I learned most of all, was the true nature of love; the kind that doesn't take work or forces you to lose a part of yourself. It's the kind that exists on a plane we sometimes lose touch with--beyond what we see in front of us. If you can love there, you never have to feel without it. It's a meditation...a chant...a boy in Italy...
Ok, I'm stopping.
Happy Christmahanukwanza
ANYWAY.
Allow me to begin with a few things I have learned:
1. No matter what, finals will never be my priority, nor will school.
2. Boone gets (c)old.
3. The best way to shut someone up is to quack in their face.
4. Lunar eclipses are serious business.
and, on a slightly more serious note,
5. True love knows no boundaries. And I promise to stop talking about it.
This year has been the only time I've considered the end of college because after being here for way too long, I realize there should be some light at the end, right? Wrong. As it turns out, the graduation audit process is really just an excuse for bad advisors to convince you the meeting can't go on without one...then you go to the Registrar's office to fight them to simply fill one out, only to learn
A) They weren't giving you due credit for LOTS of courses
B) They lost your records (surprise is hard to feign at this point)
C) The 2-month wait for the audit results in the same thing you were doing all
along: keeping track of what classes are left for graduation. Even then they
screw up and forget to count certain credits.
Before, I probably wouldn't have cared, but the whole "sucking-it-up" thing is pissing me off to no end. I've been putting up with this BS (not talking about my degree) only to tell assholes that I graduated college. Thing is, I never gave a flying cluck about that and I really just wanted to prove a lot of people wrong. Considering I've been forced to wait another year only because classes I need are only offered next spring, I'm considering dropping this waste of time and moving on. The world needs big ideas, and that--believe it or not--is my forte. Aside from all that, I'm ready to move. Staying in one place for too long is just not my cup of tea. Everything is getting a little stale (obviously me) and that's never healthy...
On to more important things. Seeing as us peeps shape our own universe, I've taken to ridding mine of any hostility (trying to, at least). Sometimes, however, blood can start boiling and you're left to either use human-power, clever diction, or tears to cope with the opposing force. Unfortunately, physical altercations have always dubbed me "hormonal," clever diction fails me in the heat of the moment, and tears lead me to the kind of anger that not even an army of 10,000 menopausal women could stop. So now I quack. If someone makes a passive aggressive comment, look them straight in the eye and quack. If someone tries to exhibit pseudo-authority over you? Quack Quack Quack *roll eyes*. The trick is to incorporate the hand motions of a quacking duck to imply they look and sound like an idiot. Times are tough, people. Nobody has time to exert any kind of energy on lame jerks...except quacking. Quacking is fun for all.
Now, is it me, or did the lunar eclipse have an unusually funny effect on people? I was researching the event and given its nature, the only thing I could find to even compare to how I was feeling was a horoscope that said the 2 days post eclipse will be a time of deep meditation. Let's just say, I was up for 68 hours for no given reason, talking to my spirit guides and transcending past my own skin. If I wasn't, I at least believe I was...so don't bother arguing because I'll start quacking. Oh, the irony. Honestly though, what I learned most of all, was the true nature of love; the kind that doesn't take work or forces you to lose a part of yourself. It's the kind that exists on a plane we sometimes lose touch with--beyond what we see in front of us. If you can love there, you never have to feel without it. It's a meditation...a chant...a boy in Italy...
Ok, I'm stopping.
Happy Christmahanukwanza
Saturday, December 4, 2010
In Recent News
...at the Appalachian State campus, a guy called his girlfriend and said he had been kidnapped and shot in the chest; he was rushing to the hospital.
Police found his car ditched along the highway and--as it turns out--that the story was a lie.
He wasn't kidnapped; he had shot himself because "exams were too stressful."
He didn't want to kill himself, just thought this would be a way out.
And all I'm thinking is, "Dude got a point."
Police found his car ditched along the highway and--as it turns out--that the story was a lie.
He wasn't kidnapped; he had shot himself because "exams were too stressful."
He didn't want to kill himself, just thought this would be a way out.
And all I'm thinking is, "Dude got a point."
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Fling
Jolene and I watched a movie while in West Virgina called Fling. A shoe-in for the Academy Awards on so many levels, Fling artfully depicts the all-too-common problem of choosing to either have sex with your bf/gf...or that dork from college who suddenly becomes cool, i.e.:
"High Five. Self High Five."
Basically, the girl had trust issues. Soooooo, instead of wondering if her man was cheating, she kept the 'ship open and unquestionable. Both could romp around with whomever they so chose, just as long as they kept some kind of connection at the end of the day. Of course, jealousy doesn't stay away for too long and before you know it, other people start sweeping them off their feet...or propping them against dumpsters in back alleys (romance comes in all shapes and forms, really...).
I've had various conversations with people who swear up and down that humans were not meant for monogamy and that we should all just do it--literally--with anyone we want. Sure, I can understand the reasoning; our deepest, animalistic need is to survive and procreate. But, to be fair, we also began to develop emotions and feelings and if Fling were to offer any lesson, it would be that no matter how hard you try to suppress something, all you're doing is acknowledging it 24/7. Basically, it backfires. And you wind up pregnant. That's what happened in the movie.
Call me old fashioned, but I'm totally cool spending the rest of my life with just one person. When you find the right one, they offer something new every day. We may be "established" beings, but it's not like we are made of plaster; our cells, ideas, opinions, yadda yadda yadda are always regenerating. I mean, sure. Sometimes you DO find that a relationship takes its course and the two people can no longer stand each other...but sometimes those two people learn to work as a unit and keep a balance.
"High Five. Self High Five."Basically, the girl had trust issues. Soooooo, instead of wondering if her man was cheating, she kept the 'ship open and unquestionable. Both could romp around with whomever they so chose, just as long as they kept some kind of connection at the end of the day. Of course, jealousy doesn't stay away for too long and before you know it, other people start sweeping them off their feet...or propping them against dumpsters in back alleys (romance comes in all shapes and forms, really...).
I've had various conversations with people who swear up and down that humans were not meant for monogamy and that we should all just do it--literally--with anyone we want. Sure, I can understand the reasoning; our deepest, animalistic need is to survive and procreate. But, to be fair, we also began to develop emotions and feelings and if Fling were to offer any lesson, it would be that no matter how hard you try to suppress something, all you're doing is acknowledging it 24/7. Basically, it backfires. And you wind up pregnant. That's what happened in the movie.
Call me old fashioned, but I'm totally cool spending the rest of my life with just one person. When you find the right one, they offer something new every day. We may be "established" beings, but it's not like we are made of plaster; our cells, ideas, opinions, yadda yadda yadda are always regenerating. I mean, sure. Sometimes you DO find that a relationship takes its course and the two people can no longer stand each other...but sometimes those two people learn to work as a unit and keep a balance.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
l’heure verte
Grande Absente. The green hour. And for me? Well, green means GO.
Yes, yes, yyyyyeeeeesssss...I do love the Absinthe. Imagine my delight when I found the ABC store here in Boone sold 100mL bottles for $10. A lot of money...but it goes a long way.
The original formula--the stuff all the great artists of the late 19th century would drink--is finally legal again! The wormwood, particularly, was the culprit of outlawization.
Outlawlization. What a word! It is finally kicking in...
As history tells it, French soldiers brought this magical elixer back from war to which it was met with many a warm welcome. It created such fervor in its consumers that it was quickly outlawed because all those stuffy hoity doity conservatives thought it was destroying their delicate social/political order.
Well, like all great things, it came BACK.
I take it a wonderful sign that my room is also green...
Man, I'm going to illegalize (where is this amazing vocab coming from?!) this shi' again...
So take advantage of it while you can.
Yes, yes, yyyyyeeeeesssss...I do love the Absinthe. Imagine my delight when I found the ABC store here in Boone sold 100mL bottles for $10. A lot of money...but it goes a long way.
The original formula--the stuff all the great artists of the late 19th century would drink--is finally legal again! The wormwood, particularly, was the culprit of outlawization.
Outlawlization. What a word! It is finally kicking in...
As history tells it, French soldiers brought this magical elixer back from war to which it was met with many a warm welcome. It created such fervor in its consumers that it was quickly outlawed because all those stuffy hoity doity conservatives thought it was destroying their delicate social/political order.
Well, like all great things, it came BACK.
I take it a wonderful sign that my room is also green...Man, I'm going to illegalize (where is this amazing vocab coming from?!) this shi' again...
So take advantage of it while you can.