Caving In

http://getofftome.blogspot.com/
Derp; caved in and made a new blog. I encourage my followers or anyone who finds this page to tap into their more...deviant side ;)

Food!

I've been hiding at my girlfriend's house for a bit, and I'm back for now. I've discovered a delicious and easy to make food; fried naan.

1. Buy naan
2. Fry on one oz. of virgin olive oil until dark brown
3. Eat it. It's amazing. You can eat it with meat (I cooked lamb), or ice-cream. It's cheap and easy to do, just try it!

I flew in an airplane today.

Going from the Bay Area to Portland, and I was a bit more nervous than if I were flying on a different date.

Today is the 11th of Sept, a monumental date to Americans who were old enough to understand its implications nine years ago. This won't be a long rant, but more of a question to those Americans(or not) reading this. Hundreds of thousands of people have lost their lives due to preventable causes; dysentery, malaria, war. Do you think it's justifiable for Americans to see the ~3,500 deaths nine years ago as a major national tragedy, or are we overreacting considering it's a statistically trivial amount in comparison to the daily horrors we are generally naive to?

Infinite respect to those who have died that day nine years ago and those fighting to prevent it from recurring since then.

Epic Story Time

         True story of today, in the second person. I know ya'll said you want pictures more, I'll post more after.

           He will buy a mansion. It’s raining today, and it hasn’t rained in months. This is his first time playing the lottery, and the ticket sits folded and neglected on an oak dresser in the corner of his bedroom.  It had become apparent to him that furiously sweeping the bar on the ticket would not work until it would activate two days after he purchased the ticket at the Safeway a few blocks from his home. He had driven home in his green, paint chipped and equally neglected car with the nonchalant demeanor of “It’s ok, I can wait two days.”

            He will buy a Ferrari.  Two days later, he gets to the Safeway at 7:30pm, and after marching to the scanner it further denies him a prize. It had become equally apparent he would need to wait until 8pm to claim any potential jackpots. He scurries to the Starbuck’s stand a few meters away and order the Grande Frap he knows he can soon afford.  He scurried out of the Safeway into the safety of his car. He sits in the idle car as David Brubeck plays a tune on NPR; it isn’t Take Five, but he knows it is Brubeck.  He opens his eyes after the song finishes. 9:59pm. Cruelest of moments in his life, and although normally patient he could swear he was watching paint dry, ice melt, his vitality whither. He decides he will figure out who my true friends are once he is am wealthy.  It is 8pm.

            He will buy a yacht. The artificial illumination is exceptionally bright, and what sounds like elevator music is gracing his ears, the smell of fruit dances near the checkouts.  The neglected ticket is now my prizefighter, champion of what he deserves and has earned. The four small children putting pennies in the CoinStar gaze upwards in awe as he exchanges a look at his ticket, the air conditioned grocery pushing some moisture off his brow. The ticket is swiped, and there is an electronic beep.
           He slowly paced to his car, still shaking from the excitement. Jesus tapdancing Christ. I lost The Game.

Sorry loyal readers, lost $1 on the Lotto today and I thought I'd have you share my pain. Plus it's been a while since you've lost The Game. 

Pictures 3

I have a few pictures left to share before I either find or make original content, so enjoy! I appreciate the positive feedback and views I've gotten so far, and hopefully will provide things worthy of praise. I've considered making a tutorial for how to create some of the images I've shown/will be showing, as well as possibly taking requests. 

Enough of the blablabla, enjoy.

                                    

 

People Like Cats

It was so obvious, I should have known it from the beginning. Pretty words pale in comparison to posting cute animals, so cute animals you shall receive! Also, please don't say "hai i really liked your stuffs here's my site follow me", I'll delete it. If you comment "nice stuff mate, I like the lighting." and you happen to have an interesting blog name/premise, I assure you I'll check it out; I just have to click your name and go to your blog.

 

Horray they uploaded well! Morsels I crafted with Photoshop and a program I haven't used in a long time, Apophysis.  

Picture's Two

I'm a huge stats whore, and I'm happy I'm almost at 1000 views(not counting my own incessant refreshing to see how many followers I have). I know I have ~250 followers and only 50 or so of those are actually interested in story I posted, and I have another coming up soon. I'll add pictures to this post at some point; sorry ahead of time for the poor quality.

Ocelot(I think) in the Munich Zoo(Germany) Horray, decent quality!

Photography

A picture is worth a thousand words, so I felt like sparing you a few thousand more (if you read my story). I'll be progressively posting a few pictures I've snapped while... existing.

^quality is fairly poor :(

Chapter 8

Natural heat fell onto my face from my bedroom window, and my eyes opened to an empty bed and an empty room. Alexis was still asleep in on the kitchen floor, her leg propped and the blanket on her chest moving up and down; not alarmingly slow or too quickly.  She could always sense when I was looking at her, and her eyelids raised to greet mine. What the fuck did I get into. She said it in a playful way, and nearly looking forward to the attention I’d be expected into giving her. My going out by moonrise and returning at sunset would be suspended; the reaper’s scythe would be leaned against the wall by the coat hanger next to the umbrellas on the door for a few weeks. I saw the fire return to her eyes, and I regret believing the possibly of ridding the world of vermin would be worth the life of a beautiful being.  Well girl, apparently the people I was going to kill last night didn’t think much of their parole and shot you in the leg.

 

Chapter 7

Enjoy! I hope people have skimmed through chapters 1-6 to get a better context.  I hope my imagery is stronger than I criticize myself for, either way, voila. 

Alexis’ consistent nagging eventually eroded my will to keep my missions precise, simple and clean. She had wanted me to bring her along for some time, and I couldn’t deny her despite her shortcomings.  She would leave hairs behind, maybe bite her fingernails, and in short, do something to fuck up. She said the fire would burn it all, and unless she lost a gold tooth I had nothing to worry about.  What are you going to do tonight? I knew there were two pedophiles living in a halfway house a few miles from me because of the public notifications I read on the fences I pass warning the decent members of society of such threats. I let her know they wouldn’t be plaguing the more moral members for much longer. What if they’re armed? They are released felons. I let her know that was ridiculous because they were on parole and finding a weapon would be too difficult. Nearly fish in a barrel, except these fish touched young children.

 Alexis kept pace, her red hair an oasis in the colorless sky.  I can recall her quietly panting, doing her best to be professional and giving me a brief grin as we skimmed into the projects, the type of smile from an enthusiastic and proud child.  Scaffolding from nearby buildings that always seemed to be under construction scattered the moonlight giving us a subtle guide in the otherwise darkened hellhole.  The well deserving soon to be victims were asleep, since their parole dictated an eleven’ o’clock lights out.  A thin balsawood sheet acted as a door, and I easily pierced it with the utility knife I had, and we slinked into the abyss. I grabbed my lighter and watched the flames for a few moments before preparing the ignition materials, enjoying the dancing embers. I prepared to lay down my ordinance and expected to see Alexis smiling at the doorway. I heard a shot. 

Eyes usually droop comfortably, but Alexis’ dropped like an elevator whose pulley cords had been cut. I dragged Alexis through the makeshift balsawood door until she was on the relative safety of the crab grass and tossed a lighter into the home, hoping it would ignite something flammable, preferably the homeowner. It was immediately apparent where she had been hit, us both hoping it wasn’t something vital. I picked her up and the vivacity returned like an old car being pumped with gasoline, and she screamed at me, at the pedophile homeowners, at life in general. I was burning every muscle, fiber and calorie to move us from where we were to somewhere we weren’t, and I am so thankful she had been hit in the flesh near her right shin. She wouldn’t be walking for a few weeks, but I wouldn’t be burying her either.  The two miles from the target to home were a marathon, the stars cheering on my progress, the moon encouraging us, the adrenaline keeping me awake and Alexis from subcoming from shock.  I had to blare music to drown out her agony, because lazy neighbors will generally call the police for hearing screams, rather than not calling from annoying music. I took off the black camouflage pants Alexis was wearing, laid her on her back and despite her begging, propped her leg atop a pillow. I had no idea what I was doing, so I sprayed a bottle of Neosporin onto the wound. The bullet missed the bone and went through, removing a cylindrical inch of skin. I grabbed the largest towels I could find to stop the hemorrhaging, the hemoglobin dripping into sticky, viscous milk on the kitchen tile floor. The screaming had stopped, and now I was struggling to keep Alexis awake. I put sugar into tap water and forced her to drink a liter before letting her pass out. Was it worth it she said. I lied to her and told her she was; sacrifices need to be made to ensure people get what they deserve. I made a mental note to ensure that only myself would make those sacrifices alone in the future.