Oh Intercourse the Dragons!*
Game rantage & maybe other stuff... I'm not sure...
First... Game rantage.
DC is driving me bats. Specifically the nerf-blats that insist on flooding the abandoned area with minties, pinks and black eggs of substandard breeding.
I don't Care if you're trying to get an alternate black from a regular black dragon and a friggin gold/silver/etc. It's Not happening.
And guess what... If you cross a minty or a pink with something else, chances Are you're going to get a [GASP] Minty or a Pink, you Tit!
I'm thinking after this last batch of dragon eggs and the hatchling grow up or are ready to go, I'm taking a break from Dragon Cave yet again.
Because when it starts giving me a head ache from dealing with the twerks on there either shoving crap out or making it impossible for me to even get a page loaded because over two hundred tits are trying to load the same damned page I am... When I want to almost cry because nobody's come up with a way I can reach through the internet and Throttle the dumb asses on the other end for being... Well, idiots... It's time to step back and go, "Ya know what... Intercourse the dragons*... I'm going else where until That pisses me off too."
It's not as if I'm really uber-excited about the net right now anyway. I'm hanging around various game sites at the moment for the holiday horse shit but really, I'm feeling pretty apathetic about pretty much Everything.
Though I did make a couple graphics because my brain just Had to.
XD;;
Why? Because as I said on the page I started for the pair I was working on, I thought it would be cute.
Actually it was one of those conversations that popped into my head from nowhere that sparked it.
I was sort of floating in and out of waking up from being sick all day yesters when I had this flash of a conversation between an avatar bear*lee of myself and a bear*lee of Marty.
"I'm a What?!?"
"I told you... A Bear*Lee."
"I Heard that but barely a What?"
"Not 'barely' you nerf, Bear-Slash-Lee... Like the Critter, a bear. And Lee like the safe side of something or that martial arts guy, Bruce."
"Ooh, I see now. But what Is it and Why am I one?"
"Uhm... A bear*lee's kind of a panda crossed with a person, sorta... Well a Bear crossed with a person of a kind of Oriental descent. As to Why... Eeerm... Cuz I thought it'd be cute?"
"You thought it'd be... Well how long I gotta be like this?"
"Uhm, haven't decided yet... Possibly when a tropical locale freezes over?"
"Possibly when a... Veh-Reh Funneh. So you're telling me I'm stuck like this indefinitely."
"Well, until I come up with something Else for you to be anyway."
[exasperated glare] "Why."
"Because I'm like that, that's why. Oh come on, you aren't the Only person I know who's ended up as something peculiar... Rose was stuck as a kanga-uni for some time and Chris was a mongoose for a while. Well, I think he's Still a mongoose actually... Huh, I forgot about that..."
"You... Forgot and left somebody as a Mongoose...??! You know, this does Not give me a warm feeling of security about your sanity."
"Heh, well I've always said folks needed to keep things grounded in reality with me after all."
Then I woke up with an idea for Marty as a Bear*Lee. Which meant I had to make a prototype of the ones I had before Plus tweak it to my specs for a Marty-esque variation of the thing. And I Also had to come up with a fabric/pattern for his outfit because it was pretty specific in the dream.
The things I do because of dreams.
Wait... I lost it again... Something about... What was it about...
A lot of weird ones... Mostly about guys I was a bit confused as to how they got there.
One was something about this one guy asking me what a Welven was. I explained that a Welven person was a wolf/elven cross. He asked if that meant he could shift into a were-wolf. I said some could, some couldn't. It depended on whether the cross leaned more towards the elf or toward the wolf. More elven meant, no unless they learned a magical means of doing so but a better chance at being around others. More Wolf meant yes but that they tended to be more feral and less able to get along in society very well.
He asked what I was. I said, "Crazy."
He seemed to think that was funny. Why he did I'm not sure.
But people are like that around me anyway so why wouldn't the same be true of my dreams. [shrug]
I had some others but mostly were me running around weird places wondering how I got there and how I was going to get out and did I Want to get out.
A lot like that actually. The locale differed at times but the premise was the same. How did I get there, how do I get out and do I want to.
There was one in an abandoned warehouse type place full of boxes and crates that made it hard to find your way through. I was following... Somebody or someThing... Then got tired of trying to keep track of it/her/him/wtfever And keeping an eye on where I was going so I could get back out again. So then I just sat down on a crate, swinging my legs and trying to decide whether the thing I was after was worth the trouble or not and whether or not I could figure my way back out regardless of what it was I was chasing. I came to the conclusion that I was screwed regardless because I didn't know where I was or how to get out in any easy way so I just sat there thinking about it. I just figured the thing I was chasing would be back around that way eventually and then I could see if the thing knew the way out or not. If not I could figure a different way out from there. But I didn't want to lose the thing I was chasing either so I was stuck waiting for it to figure out I had stopped chasing it and come back to get me. And I knew Eventually it would be back around. The warehouse wasn't infinite after all and basically I figured all the little maze like alleys made by the crates and boxes all ran across each other with some frequency and all I had to do is sit tight and wait for the bugger to come through where I was again. That and well, it seemed to me that part of why the thing was running was because it was playing me. It thought we were playing tag or follow-the-leader or something it seemed to me. It wasn't a game to Me. But I realized that it was to whatever it was I was chasing. To me I felt and thought the warehouse was a dangerous place to be and I wanted out of there and wanted to get the thing I was chasing out of there too. I figured if the place was dangerous to Me, chances were that it wasn't all that peachy for Anybody.
So I sat there waiting for the thing to show up.
While I waited, the warehouse turned into a field of tall grass and sniffy flowers that made my nose stuff up. Pretty place but no place for me any more than the warehouse was. Too sunny and bright and bad for a person with allergies. I couldn't see worth a damn in the bright light and just sat there annoyed because now I was sitting on this crate in the middle of a field of grain/grass/flowers and easy to spot from all directions.
That was what annoyed me the worst. That while I had Some cover in the warehouse, out in the field sitting on a transplanted crate, I was an easy target. What was worse is that because I can't see well in the day light, something could sneak up on Me but I couldn't spot It. I hate full sun. [grumbles]
This is true outside of dreams as well. I have photosensitive eyes. Or well, I can't remember Exactly what it's called but it means my eyes are ultra sensitive to light and tend to suck at filtering out bright light to the point of near blindness in full sun. The sun light bleaches out colors as well as blurs things for me. Medium to low light I can see fine. My dad could see in nearly pitch dark to the point of seeing colors, shapes and the whole enchilada. Night vision is a Gunther trait. As is the major full ruff of the leonine mane of hair.
I also get a lot of the odd sleeping habits from that side of the family. A.k.a. the night owl tendencies and sleeping through the daylight hours.
Which makes perfect sense when you really think on it.
I mean really, if we can't See in daylight, why would we be Out in it unless we had to be. I also get the weird temp thing from Dad too. That "gee, I feel dizzy... Oops, too cold, down I go." thing.
Admittedly I got the ability to suck up the heat/cold/etc from others from Mom. Which considering I don't handle extreme temps well, is a good thing. Because I can cool myself by pulling the coolness out of water or whatever I can get my hands on or come in contact with. Same with heat.I can heat myself up simply by reaching out a hand and touching somebody warmer than myself. I can actually feel the blood cool/heat up in my finger tips and carry the cooler/warmer cells inwards through my body. Kind of weird I guess but I think it's kinda neat. [shrug]
Ah well... I think I've rambled enough for today. I was pretty sick last couple of days so I might head back to bed again. Not sure. I hate sleeping so much though... I literally slept the day away yesters. I was awake long enough to call Mom, Marty and Hope for christmas and then I crashed again for the rest of the day. SO yeah, zonky time.
See ya when.
~me
*'Oh intercourse the dragons' is a take on Monty Python's "Oh intercourse the penguin." It's a line one of the guys said in a skit where there was a penguin on top of the t.v. He kept coming up with ways of swearing by using the text book words for the action the curse would be saying/implying.
First... Game rantage.
DC is driving me bats. Specifically the nerf-blats that insist on flooding the abandoned area with minties, pinks and black eggs of substandard breeding.
I don't Care if you're trying to get an alternate black from a regular black dragon and a friggin gold/silver/etc. It's Not happening.
And guess what... If you cross a minty or a pink with something else, chances Are you're going to get a [GASP] Minty or a Pink, you Tit!
I'm thinking after this last batch of dragon eggs and the hatchling grow up or are ready to go, I'm taking a break from Dragon Cave yet again.
Because when it starts giving me a head ache from dealing with the twerks on there either shoving crap out or making it impossible for me to even get a page loaded because over two hundred tits are trying to load the same damned page I am... When I want to almost cry because nobody's come up with a way I can reach through the internet and Throttle the dumb asses on the other end for being... Well, idiots... It's time to step back and go, "Ya know what... Intercourse the dragons*... I'm going else where until That pisses me off too."
It's not as if I'm really uber-excited about the net right now anyway. I'm hanging around various game sites at the moment for the holiday horse shit but really, I'm feeling pretty apathetic about pretty much Everything.
Though I did make a couple graphics because my brain just Had to.
XD;;
Why? Because as I said on the page I started for the pair I was working on, I thought it would be cute.
Actually it was one of those conversations that popped into my head from nowhere that sparked it.
I was sort of floating in and out of waking up from being sick all day yesters when I had this flash of a conversation between an avatar bear*lee of myself and a bear*lee of Marty.
"I'm a What?!?"
"I told you... A Bear*Lee."
"I Heard that but barely a What?"
"Not 'barely' you nerf, Bear-Slash-Lee... Like the Critter, a bear. And Lee like the safe side of something or that martial arts guy, Bruce."
"Ooh, I see now. But what Is it and Why am I one?"
"Uhm... A bear*lee's kind of a panda crossed with a person, sorta... Well a Bear crossed with a person of a kind of Oriental descent. As to Why... Eeerm... Cuz I thought it'd be cute?"
"You thought it'd be... Well how long I gotta be like this?"
"Uhm, haven't decided yet... Possibly when a tropical locale freezes over?"
"Possibly when a... Veh-Reh Funneh. So you're telling me I'm stuck like this indefinitely."
"Well, until I come up with something Else for you to be anyway."
[exasperated glare] "Why."
"Because I'm like that, that's why. Oh come on, you aren't the Only person I know who's ended up as something peculiar... Rose was stuck as a kanga-uni for some time and Chris was a mongoose for a while. Well, I think he's Still a mongoose actually... Huh, I forgot about that..."
"You... Forgot and left somebody as a Mongoose...??! You know, this does Not give me a warm feeling of security about your sanity."
"Heh, well I've always said folks needed to keep things grounded in reality with me after all."
Then I woke up with an idea for Marty as a Bear*Lee. Which meant I had to make a prototype of the ones I had before Plus tweak it to my specs for a Marty-esque variation of the thing. And I Also had to come up with a fabric/pattern for his outfit because it was pretty specific in the dream.
The things I do because of dreams.
Wait... I lost it again... Something about... What was it about...
A lot of weird ones... Mostly about guys I was a bit confused as to how they got there.
One was something about this one guy asking me what a Welven was. I explained that a Welven person was a wolf/elven cross. He asked if that meant he could shift into a were-wolf. I said some could, some couldn't. It depended on whether the cross leaned more towards the elf or toward the wolf. More elven meant, no unless they learned a magical means of doing so but a better chance at being around others. More Wolf meant yes but that they tended to be more feral and less able to get along in society very well.
He asked what I was. I said, "Crazy."
He seemed to think that was funny. Why he did I'm not sure.
But people are like that around me anyway so why wouldn't the same be true of my dreams. [shrug]
I had some others but mostly were me running around weird places wondering how I got there and how I was going to get out and did I Want to get out.
A lot like that actually. The locale differed at times but the premise was the same. How did I get there, how do I get out and do I want to.
There was one in an abandoned warehouse type place full of boxes and crates that made it hard to find your way through. I was following... Somebody or someThing... Then got tired of trying to keep track of it/her/him/wtfever And keeping an eye on where I was going so I could get back out again. So then I just sat down on a crate, swinging my legs and trying to decide whether the thing I was after was worth the trouble or not and whether or not I could figure my way back out regardless of what it was I was chasing. I came to the conclusion that I was screwed regardless because I didn't know where I was or how to get out in any easy way so I just sat there thinking about it. I just figured the thing I was chasing would be back around that way eventually and then I could see if the thing knew the way out or not. If not I could figure a different way out from there. But I didn't want to lose the thing I was chasing either so I was stuck waiting for it to figure out I had stopped chasing it and come back to get me. And I knew Eventually it would be back around. The warehouse wasn't infinite after all and basically I figured all the little maze like alleys made by the crates and boxes all ran across each other with some frequency and all I had to do is sit tight and wait for the bugger to come through where I was again. That and well, it seemed to me that part of why the thing was running was because it was playing me. It thought we were playing tag or follow-the-leader or something it seemed to me. It wasn't a game to Me. But I realized that it was to whatever it was I was chasing. To me I felt and thought the warehouse was a dangerous place to be and I wanted out of there and wanted to get the thing I was chasing out of there too. I figured if the place was dangerous to Me, chances were that it wasn't all that peachy for Anybody.
So I sat there waiting for the thing to show up.
While I waited, the warehouse turned into a field of tall grass and sniffy flowers that made my nose stuff up. Pretty place but no place for me any more than the warehouse was. Too sunny and bright and bad for a person with allergies. I couldn't see worth a damn in the bright light and just sat there annoyed because now I was sitting on this crate in the middle of a field of grain/grass/flowers and easy to spot from all directions.
That was what annoyed me the worst. That while I had Some cover in the warehouse, out in the field sitting on a transplanted crate, I was an easy target. What was worse is that because I can't see well in the day light, something could sneak up on Me but I couldn't spot It. I hate full sun. [grumbles]
This is true outside of dreams as well. I have photosensitive eyes. Or well, I can't remember Exactly what it's called but it means my eyes are ultra sensitive to light and tend to suck at filtering out bright light to the point of near blindness in full sun. The sun light bleaches out colors as well as blurs things for me. Medium to low light I can see fine. My dad could see in nearly pitch dark to the point of seeing colors, shapes and the whole enchilada. Night vision is a Gunther trait. As is the major full ruff of the leonine mane of hair.
I also get a lot of the odd sleeping habits from that side of the family. A.k.a. the night owl tendencies and sleeping through the daylight hours.
Which makes perfect sense when you really think on it.
I mean really, if we can't See in daylight, why would we be Out in it unless we had to be. I also get the weird temp thing from Dad too. That "gee, I feel dizzy... Oops, too cold, down I go." thing.
Admittedly I got the ability to suck up the heat/cold/etc from others from Mom. Which considering I don't handle extreme temps well, is a good thing. Because I can cool myself by pulling the coolness out of water or whatever I can get my hands on or come in contact with. Same with heat.I can heat myself up simply by reaching out a hand and touching somebody warmer than myself. I can actually feel the blood cool/heat up in my finger tips and carry the cooler/warmer cells inwards through my body. Kind of weird I guess but I think it's kinda neat. [shrug]
Ah well... I think I've rambled enough for today. I was pretty sick last couple of days so I might head back to bed again. Not sure. I hate sleeping so much though... I literally slept the day away yesters. I was awake long enough to call Mom, Marty and Hope for christmas and then I crashed again for the rest of the day. SO yeah, zonky time.
See ya when.
~me
*'Oh intercourse the dragons' is a take on Monty Python's "Oh intercourse the penguin." It's a line one of the guys said in a skit where there was a penguin on top of the t.v. He kept coming up with ways of swearing by using the text book words for the action the curse would be saying/implying.