DustLightAndRain

New mouse time

Mon, 17 Jun 2013 01:46:00 -0400

AHHHH my mouse is doing something really strange. Every now and again it just stops working for 2 seconds. Then my computer makes that noise that it makes when a mouse gets plugged in. Oh you were doing something? Why don’t you wait 2 seconds. It makes no sense.

I think the mouse is dying or something. Probably something loose on the inside. This is the strangest thing I have seen a mouse do.

And it’s driving me MAD

Photo

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 02:16:25 -0400

It's late and I'm trying to inspire

Wed, 12 Jun 2013 01:10:24 -0400

I acknowledge that I will be stressed. That I am stressed. That I have been stressed.

I acknowledge that other people will make me happy, stressed, sad, angry, and many other emotions some of which have no names.

I acknowledge that I have no control over the actions of others.

I acknowledge that I have a varying but usually limited control over my own emotions.

Most of all I acknowledge that I have complete control over my actions and should I choose to be a force in this world then I must make action rather than be acted upon.

I acknowledge that action requires energy.

And that my emotions may drain me.

And that I may not be able to hold the torch high at all times.

And that there will be times when no one will be there to help.

And that there will be others who will want to see me fail.

Some will act toward that effect.

I have two options.

I can choose to act.

Or not.

There will be times for both of these.

But If I never act then I am not a force.

I acknowledge that I will be stressed. That I am stressed. That I have been stressed.

I acknowledge that others will want from me that which I myself do not.

I acknowledge your subjectivity and I will consider it in my actions.

Purpose is an idea to work towards. Purpose is chosen. I choose my purpose.

If I am to be a force I must at times ignore those who want to see me win.

If I am to be a force I must find my own motivation.

If I am to be a force I must choose for myself which way I want to move the world.

And I must act. For good or ill, these are things to define, but I must act.

Finally, I acknowledge that my actions will be an obstacle to at least one person.

dictionaryofobscuresorrows: Sonder [2:39] from John...

Tue, 11 Jun 2013 23:40:31 -0400

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

Sonder [2:39] from John Koenig’s The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

sonder - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own…

When I’m not writing dictionaries, I’m a graphic designer and video maker, so I decided to expand one of my definitions into a video. Enjoy.

Sonder and kenopsia are my two favourites.

fe3ve3r: still wondering is this circular gallifreyan or just...

Sat, 08 Jun 2013 16:55:00 -0400

fe3ve3r:

still wondering is this circular gallifreyan or just my math homework

This could come in handy.
Also both

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 13:59:00 -0400

“whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

for fireteam-crimson

OH no. It’s almost 2:00 in the morning! I will not draw now. Why couldn’t I have had...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 01:54:00 -0400

OH no. It’s almost 2:00 in the morning!

I will not draw now.

Why couldn’t I have had this urge earlier AHHHHHHH.

It’s something from a dream I had.

A green reptile but with some kind of blade for a head, ornate with a glowing red gem in the middle. A very muscular and large body. I met it on an alien spaceship. It nearly killed me.

Luckily I woke up. Take that alien lizard.

That was a strange dream.

Anyways…

I’m almost done another request. It’s taken a long time because of job hunting and discovering that motivation is harder to acquire when you’re home all day.

It’s just I’ve never had so much sleep. It makes me happy. AND FOOD. Home food!

I should not be aloud to work from home in the future.

The request I’m working on just needs the lines and dots. Some of those lines are tricky. The letters are at odd angles and there are some high density spots. It’s gonna take all my cleverness to make it work! Or I could stare at it for half a day and see the final product appear in the blankness like an echo from a perfect future. That works too but I can’t do both. And I’m not sure if I can do the stare thing in my current content state.

Time for bed.

underpony: frostedsammy: i don’t normally post porn...

Tue, 04 Jun 2013 01:15:34 -0400

underpony:

frostedsammy:

i don’t normally post porn sorry

DEAD

Proof that words have power. These ones made me swoon.

Yesterday I heard the wind. It felt like I hadn’t heard it in years. It rained today. I forgot...

Sun, 02 Jun 2013 00:54:41 -0400

Yesterday I heard the wind.

It felt like I hadn’t heard it in years.

It rained today.

I forgot to enjoy it.

There’s nothing here that moves me.

It’s boring.

Maybe I should start thinking of names for my art blog to be.

The source of the Doctor Who rhyme is called aclassycupoftea. I just found his Tumblr two seconds ago.

Sat, 01 Jun 2013 22:18:33 -0400

I’ll need to confirm this. Time to verify a source!

Hey! I'm working on some kind of DW t-shirt for myself and have tried to search a picture I could use in it. I think your circular gallifreyan posts are cool and I wanted to ask your permission if I could use one of them in my shirt? I'm not going to sell it or anything I just want to use it in one shirt to myself because I live in Finland and I'm too poor to order shirts from abroad.

Fri, 31 May 2013 14:17:21 -0400

Sure as long as you’re not making money off of it I don’t mind if you put my designs on shirts.

I haven’t made a random text post in a while. Time for some ramblings. Hello. I’m in...

Fri, 31 May 2013 01:35:13 -0400

I haven’t made a random text post in a while. Time for some ramblings.

Hello.

I’m in one of those moods where everything looks nice.

I’d like to talk about science and people and so many things. But I wouldn’t be able to do the contents of the universe justice in one, even if it’s really long, text post.

Maybe I’ll just talk about why I’m so happy/excited about things (in this case everything).

I find the mystery of it frustrating but in mystery imagination takes over. Although therein lies the thing, there is always something I don’t understand about any one thing. Sometimes I’ll think about a word, what it means, what it’s origins are, and all the levels of abstraction between the earth and my mind.

I like to examine things from every possible angle I can think of. With all the time in my life I’ve learned to use quite a few. These angles also help me communicate. I can talk to a scientist and look at things from their point of view and then walk over and talk to an english teacher, musician, or a mathematician or even some kind of monk. These people hold lenses over the world. They see closer with them. But you can’t see the whole world unless you posses a lot of lenses. Granted some are redundant or just don’t work. There are so many lenses.

[note: inner scientist ramblings ahead, it sounds different than my normal tone, almost like a different person, strange, and scary]

Sometimes I think about people. I’ve observed a lot of people. I still find them strange. Most are like tape recorders repeating phrases and actions like robots. “Hi how’s it going?” then I say my part “not bad and yourself?” at this point over three quarters of the people observed will have walked by and have moved on. I’ve noticed that cultures created nursery rhymes to help identify members to each other, this was more important when humans lived in small villages. When only a small number of people know ring around the rosey you can bet you have some kind of connection with them. I haven’t been able to figure out the importance of these rehearsed interactions but they keep me on my toes as I never quite know how they go. I missed that day at school, must have had a cold.

I meet a lot of people, a lot of very similar people, but I’ve never met any people quite like the crowd we have here in this place. They’re more interesting than any I’ve observed.

What am I doing? I almost don’t sound human here. My inner scientist got lose. Bah. I like people because they like things and I like things too. Some people hate things and I enjoy their point of view too.

I think I have modes. There’s scientist mode up above. Scientist me is very formal and factual. He can be off putting and alienating. Scientist me’s words won’t connect with a person. It’s important to sound like a person you can talk to. People who say things in a way that you’re not used to hearing can lose your interest before they’ve made a point. I don’t want to lose your attention like that. There’s normal me aka the cool one. Normal me is emotional and can say neat and poetic things. That’s all I can think of for now. Looks like right brain left brain.

Funny normally these work in tandem. That’s how I figure out equations for stuff. Side note that’s one of my favourite things to do. Wait, dang. How can I have favourite things when the shear number of things diminishes the quality of favourite.

Screw it.

I enjoy math.

I enjoy language.

I enjoy stories of adventure, sadness, joy, triumph, and mixed emotions.

I love science.

I love mythology.

I love the little cracks, flecks, and spots you can see on stones.

I like people’s faults.

I like the blemishes.

I like that there are things in this world that go wrong.

And it’s not because I want to see people suffer, quite the opposite.

It’s because this world is unpredictable.

I visited a museum the other day. They had a wing devoted to rocks and gem stones. Something about stones, I get lost in the details, the imperfections. I lose track of everything I know and I just follow the cracks and the inclusions with my eyes. Texture. There is nothing I love more than texture. All things have texture, even abstract objects. Texture translates to emotion.

I’ve yet to feel an object that would make me cry but I’m looking. I’ve felt many abstractions that have nearly broken my heart though.

I reblogged a post a long time ago about the technique where a thing is repaired with gold and acknowledged that it is more beautiful for having been broken. Life is like that but also in the way that it has the potential to be broken that makes it beautiful as well. And it happens. Maybe not every day but people brake ever so slightly. They brake, but they don’t stop. Not all the time. Not every one uses gold to make the repairs, maybe they didn’t know it was an option.

The greatest lesson I ever learned was to be proud of my faults. Not in a superiority kind of way but in like a it’s helped me develop my personality kind of way.

I asked myself what my purpose was. I came up with my own answer after ten years of asking. I look for the objects in the world that move mountains effortlessly. That is my purpose and it can change any time. For now I am proud of it. And I’ve found many such objects.

Objects that work. Objects that don’t quite do what you think they would. Objects that sing and dance with light. And the systems that accompany these things. You know the word I would use to describe these things. If I say it one more time I’m afraid it would lose all the meaning it has left. So I’ll use a different word.

Boomdiada.

Where did you learn gallifreyan

Thu, 30 May 2013 23:23:42 -0400

From this document.

Hey so I am curious as to how one - as a post of yours previously showed - would be able to write in galiffreyan, if there's a format I would absolutely LOVE to know how it works. Message me please :)

Thu, 30 May 2013 13:14:38 -0400

well one would start here with the guide (this one is the style I use and I’ve found it to be the most popular, it’s also where I started). And then the usual next step is to attempt to write your own name. I can help with any bits that seem strange or don’t make sence. I love to answer questions! Noblesse oblige.

I remember my friend working on that rhyme for months. Are you my friend?

Thu, 30 May 2013 13:05:52 -0400

Sorry I didn’t write it. I just translated it. I’d love to know the source of it though.

Hey hey. Firstly, love your blog. Looking through your Circular Gallifreyan tag, it's really amazing. Do you take requests?

Thu, 30 May 2013 13:05:27 -0400

yes I do, and thank you I try my best.

40 000

Thu, 30 May 2013 13:03:41 -0400

I don’t know how I’m going to read all those new comments.

I’m gonna go lie down.

OH SWEET JESUS

Thu, 30 May 2013 13:01:02 -0400

OH SWEET JESUS

Congrats on the DW Tumblr feature :)

Thu, 30 May 2013 12:54:52 -0400

wut?

Oh, I looked back more through one of your tags, and it looks like you do use MS Paint? If so, how do you keep your circles from looking really pixelated? Because they tend to seem rather blocky when I try to do it.

Sat, 25 May 2013 09:57:33 -0400

If you go back far enough you’ll notice some of them are pixelated. I stopped using MS paint a while ago and I switched to Flash CS6. I don’t remember how long ago it was, it feels like I joined tumblr last week. One thing I did with photoshop, once, I made a black circle and then I copied it, shrunk it a little bit, changed it to a white circle, and placed it in the middle of the black circle. That was the longest but shortest and most complicated way to make a hollow circle that I could figure out in photoshop. Flash is the way to go, if you’ve got the cash. If not I’m sure there is some kind of free painting tool out there with anti-aliasing (line smoothing) that has a circle tool. Paint.net maybe? I’ve never used it but I hear good things.