Not Covenant...my not so interesting life.
Call it drunk, call it kismet, call it luck.
Here's some head lines from the frontier.
By Frontier I mean the edge of some profound meanings I'm just finding for the second time, just like a sailor following old country charts to lands not seen in generations.
By head lines I mean shit you might have already heard me spit if you've been around here long enough to have already stopped reading to move on with your day.
I love her but I'm not sure if it's because of the challenge or because she makes it easy.
Yeah its perfect in so many ways, too many ways, because I'm a middle school moron and I just love ruining what feels good. Thanks mom and dad.
Either way I just want to make her happy and that makes it feel right, whether it is right or not in the over all sense is something I could frankly give a damn about.
My friends don't seem to like it, those around me who are unfortunately connected to my life in powerful ways seem to not like it.
In line and in turn they can all line up and blow me, I make her smile and that's what makes me smile. Real friends stand by that like the tangible currency that it is and to the rest I am thankfully not a teenager anymore; so your judgments on my decisions are not only not welcome they are an anathema to my designs in being who I am.
WATCH OUT!
In other news, the job is GREAT...and HOPELESS. Figures I'd find something I like and that I am inherently good at after all these years of searching and its in a field being not only attacked but torn to pieces by a blind administration run by Troglodytes and penny pinching bean counters.
So I'm stuck in four hour part time hell watching gold bricking inferiors limp along in their meaningless tag along lives because I pay money to a union that believes only in seniority...so fuck production right?
Unions...started out with good intentions and the road to our hell got gold pavers on the deal.
But I digress.
In other news...Covenant...yes its a long complicated soap opera. It also isn't going anywhere so for the haters...blow me, for the rest just do the best you can playing catch up. It is worth it I promise and you wont even imagine the directions it's about to launch into.
Along that vein I've had meetings with artists who have all pissed on the idea so far, and I "Might" start trying a photo-novel/graphic novel project but I fear that will be a damned money pit, so it might just stay as what it is for the time being.
But its also my love and my life, just like her, so yeah, the friends will buy it like currency and the rest well...I'm the pound or the peso...you decide.
My pirate gig season picks up now, so hopefully I'll have new/more stories and pics for some of you, and yes this is cross posted to LJ and SG so some of you know more about that shit than others.
Connor/Empty
Here's some head lines from the frontier.
By Frontier I mean the edge of some profound meanings I'm just finding for the second time, just like a sailor following old country charts to lands not seen in generations.
By head lines I mean shit you might have already heard me spit if you've been around here long enough to have already stopped reading to move on with your day.
I love her but I'm not sure if it's because of the challenge or because she makes it easy.
Yeah its perfect in so many ways, too many ways, because I'm a middle school moron and I just love ruining what feels good. Thanks mom and dad.
Either way I just want to make her happy and that makes it feel right, whether it is right or not in the over all sense is something I could frankly give a damn about.
My friends don't seem to like it, those around me who are unfortunately connected to my life in powerful ways seem to not like it.
In line and in turn they can all line up and blow me, I make her smile and that's what makes me smile. Real friends stand by that like the tangible currency that it is and to the rest I am thankfully not a teenager anymore; so your judgments on my decisions are not only not welcome they are an anathema to my designs in being who I am.
WATCH OUT!
In other news, the job is GREAT...and HOPELESS. Figures I'd find something I like and that I am inherently good at after all these years of searching and its in a field being not only attacked but torn to pieces by a blind administration run by Troglodytes and penny pinching bean counters.
So I'm stuck in four hour part time hell watching gold bricking inferiors limp along in their meaningless tag along lives because I pay money to a union that believes only in seniority...so fuck production right?
Unions...started out with good intentions and the road to our hell got gold pavers on the deal.
But I digress.
In other news...Covenant...yes its a long complicated soap opera. It also isn't going anywhere so for the haters...blow me, for the rest just do the best you can playing catch up. It is worth it I promise and you wont even imagine the directions it's about to launch into.
Along that vein I've had meetings with artists who have all pissed on the idea so far, and I "Might" start trying a photo-novel/graphic novel project but I fear that will be a damned money pit, so it might just stay as what it is for the time being.
But its also my love and my life, just like her, so yeah, the friends will buy it like currency and the rest well...I'm the pound or the peso...you decide.
My pirate gig season picks up now, so hopefully I'll have new/more stories and pics for some of you, and yes this is cross posted to LJ and SG so some of you know more about that shit than others.
Connor/Empty