Distracted Sanity

I have a problem. I’m updating Facebook as a way to keep up with so many people I barely know (besides my sister, that is), I recently signed on to twitter. I use Virb for updating my professional portfolio, and I upload all my design crap onto DeviantArt. I have a video blog that I will be updating every two weeks.

And yet, I find I still have the need to write. And dammit, I haven’t updated this blasted blog since ‘06 and it’s making me feel guilty. In the meantime, I’ve let other blogs come and go…

Well, if I write anything more than this, I just might revive this blog for real.

Again, I know there are whackos people like this on both sides, all over the country. For the most part, I think having people on either end of the spectrum is healthy. But as someone who identifies himself as a Christian, please do not drag my God into this. Do not paint him with guns on his hips. Do not automatically choose a political party for him, and proceed to speak on his behalf. And the next time you go speaking of the fiery bowels of hell, please do so with something other than a self-appointed sense of authority.

I’m no liberal. I’m no conservative. What I am is tired of grown up children pretending that politics is a matter of life and death. If only they would put the passion and zeal that they dedicate to tearing down others into something a tad more productive. Maybe then would we have a country worth arguing about.

Amen.

Found at: Denying Phoenix

So I saw this, like, video, and it made me so sad. I felt as if all the emotion in the world had been like, poured into the making of this one video. Or something.

Seriously, watch this stuff, if you want a good laugh: Hope is Emo

My my, I have been a bad blogger haven’t I? What can I say? Inspiration failed me. My muse abandoned me to the empty winds of writers block. Besides, I’m lazy. No matter, I am back in full force, and those who do not read my blog shall face my wrath… or something.

Since I’ve really got nothing to talk about at the moment, I’ll let you see some of the stuff I’ve been doing since I left you:

El Jean Layout

A Practice Layout

Broken Man at the Station (photomanip)

Apples Are EBIL (photomanip)

Once in a while you get those really wierd clients. For example, I'm doing some work for one who is starting a cell phone network thing… which isn't wierd at all. The wierdness came when he asked me to make a logo for his other business venture: scuba diving for golf balls and selling them for 1USD each.

I honestly did attempt to make the logo, but in the end, I sent him this e-mail. 

Hey Dude,

I'm sorry, but I've never worked on a project like this before. I sat down to make the logo for you, but no ideas came to me. I just don't have the needed creativity for this particular job, as I'm better at corporate design. I'll finish the work I started for the cell network thing, but I can't make the logo for your other business. You might try JK89.

cya around,

Z

Everything I said is true. But here's how the e-mail would have looked if free speech was truly free.

Hey,

I'm sorry, but I can't make the logo for you. Why? 'Cause your business concept sucks and it won't last the summer, so it frankly isn't worth my time, even if you are paying me.

cya never,

Z

The wonders of free speech.

Here's one for all you RPG game fans. It's a list of cliches that you're bound to find in almost every RPG game (or so the authors say).

Here's the link.

Here's the best item on the list: Every problem in the universe can be solved by finding the right long-haired prettyboy and beating the crap out of him.

A really old poem…

The dead tree against the dawn,
A new hope is born.The rubble is now all gone,
With this bright summer morn.

Fall away, my old memories,
Of you I have no need.
Flutter away, with the breeze,
There lies in my hand, a seed.

Seed, seed, grow for me,
Despise not my hope.
Stand strong, become a tree,
Strong enough to hold a rope.

A rope to hold a swing,
That the children again may play.
The maidens pretty will dance and sing,
On that glorious day.

But when I die let them bury me,
Coat and boots as well,
Underneath the old dead tree,
In the grand old dell.

Lunatic: All those opposed to the patriot act raise your right hand
Lunatic: Raise your hand high
Lunatic: Now raise the other one
Lunatic: Hands behind your back
Lunatic: you're under arrest for treason

The clock ticks, the gear turns,
The world, 'tnever stops.
The rage ignites, the town burns,
The bull is in the china shop.

Thoughts arrayed, batallions formed,
The written word is strong.
Small ones brave the tempered storm,
The Majority is always wrong.

Truth dies, cowards reign,
Lady Earth is tired and worn.
The rambling bull softly dies,
No one is there to mourn.