Seeds of ideas. Just sowing.
Hmm. Does anyone have any idea what this points system on joeuser.com does to your head? I started this blog fairly recently and I can really feel the competitive pull and the quasi-rush I get from seeing my ranking go up a few notches. It's getting... addictive.
My newest, biggest, brightest idea for a story (I get them this size about once or twice a year) is about a fallen angel's quest for God. Also featuring a killer tooth fairy, revolution in Paris and an irritable clock tower with something to hide. A story in six parts, with each part acting as a self-contained narrative. I'll probably post the pieces up here as i finish writing.
People don't know how great comics are. All you need is a bit of information to get you on the right track. Like shopping for new clothes.
Meeting new people on msn is a very strange thing. It can be both incredibly fun and downright frustrating. Meeting new girls is slightly more so. My friend has set me up with someone in the hopes that I will get something out of it (this is the same friend I went bar-hopping with). Not sure what that something is yet, but his confidence in me is quite nice, and I keep faint hope lying around.
I admit, I've been thinking a lot about dreams lately. Well, not really thinking about them, more sorta thinking of writing about them. And the feelings connected to them. Maybe a series or something, but I try to stay away from series. Anything that can't be written in one time usually doesn't work with me.
Summer. It's a memory trigger. And for now, it's the memory of a very good friend, and the times we had.
What is pornography? Women reduced to objects. Living beings simplified into constructs, into inanimate objects that act as symbols. Like a language. Like information. How about infornography? Symbols turned into living beings and reduced again to symbols. Just a thought. More late-night metafiction for another time.
I'm writing an account of this day I spent at a museum in Paris. It was a contemporary (or postmodern, perhaps) showcase of Chinese art. It's just interesting enough that I might post it up here.
I hate children. And I have to deal with two cousins aged seven and eleven. They live twenty minutes away. Not a good combo.
The limits of science. Does science even have limits anymore? Can science ever catch up with God? or Death? will it eventually be able to pull up the devils and angels lurking in your own head? I'll see what happens when metaphors are made literal.
Those are most of the thoughts I'll probably put down in blog. Among others. A heads up for any readers, I guess. It's gonna take a while to get going, so I might as well have something like a mission statement. But this blog is turning out fun for me, even if it does seem like I'm the only one hanging around it. Anyway. I'm cooking with rocket fuel now. Watch out. Here I come.