Slander

Art in reds and grays

I love CSI.

It makes my job so interesting and simple. Thank to shows like that and science men believe only what is in front of them. They only in the evidence, and to someone like me that is so easy to create.

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Here is the "finished" version of what I had posted before, I have had it done for a while but didn't feel motivated to post it. Thanks to the few of you who encouraged me. (this was inspired originally by the style of HP Lovecraft)

Also while posting this I notice it needs editing, I will be doing that here this week.

Mike
Gentle into that good night



Police interview tape suspect unidentified:



In a room with one glaring overhead light and bear walls a small unassuming man sits sweating nervously and wringing his hands. Looking at first the officers then the large mirror set in the wall he gulps dryly his prominent Adams apple bobbing up and down he finally starts to speak in a soft unassuming voice, only slightly deeper than one would expect for his frail looking frame.

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I have been thinking for a bit on writing a set of short stories all set in the same world with a similar theme told by different writers.

It is just something fun I have wanted to do for a little while with some of my friends. I put this here as a reminder to myself to do it and not sit around on my ass.

The idea came to me while discusing working on a comic book with a friend of mine who is an artist, I was trying to convince him to work with me on an online comic that we could do episodic content that would switch to different stories all in the same world and with the same basic premis but all unique and not necessarily related other than world and basic idea.

The Idea was this

Hunters, in their different forms in a supernatural world. "Gentle, into the night" (I will be posting the "full" version of that one after this) Represents a starting point for two of the hunters I wanted to work with. A pair of werewolves that were tasked with hunting down a rabid Were and dealing with everything that entails. Since I did that one I have written two more with completely different hunters that are unrelated to them in theme, purpose, and style.

I will be posting the next one Called "Art in Gray and Red". I like this one while at the same time hating the "protagonist" a great deal.

Mainly I am doing this for me but if any of you like it, hate it, or just feel the need to comment or participate in any form feel free.

Mike

Sometimes, people tell me things. I don't know why. I think I have a big sign on my back that says, "Don't worry, no one listens to her anyway." So people just pour themselves into me like I'm a personal diary. Usually I don't mind, you know? I don't want to seem ungrateful. I like when people feel they can trust me, especially my friends. I want nothing more than that. But sometimes, it's not on that level. Sometimes, people just look at me and they see someone faceless so they're not afraid to tell me things. But I have a face. And I know people. And people want things from you. They want to know things. And it's hard not telling them. It's hard keeping it all a secret for them. I don't even know why I do it sometimes. Like, the times when I know they wouldn't do the same for me, but I still respect they're, "Don't tell [this person], but--", even if it's unspoken and we both know it's there. Or when they think you don't know things, and you do, and they do things anyway that they wouldn't otherwise, and you are bound by some ancient oath not to tell anyone. You're bound to hold the most hurt, for now, anyway. If and until they find out. I know it's twisted, but I think in the back of my mind, somehow they'll find out what I did for them and thank me. Appreciate me. See my face. It never happens, though. People don't look for faces anymore, they look for t-shirts. They look for jewelery and colourful pants. They don't care about your face. I lot of people are happy with that. They're happy to fade into their attire. But that's all I've ever been, you know? Some people, special people, they've seen my face and I like that feeling. I like the feeling of being seen, really seen. Not just the good stuff, but the bad stuff, too, and looking in spite of it. I miss the feeling of watching someone smile at me, just because they see me. I miss the feeling of arguing with someone, and feeling completely comfortable to tear their heart out, because you know they love you anyway, and you know they know that you love them, and it's okay to hurt them sometimes. It's okay to be real, and just say it. Pain in relationships... is taken for granted. It's looked at as a curse. There's no better kind of pain. The pain of being angry at someone you love, knowing subconciously that anger would fade to dust if that person were ever jepordized, but you have the luxury of feeling that anger. And they get angry with you, too, and there is nothing better than being critisized by someone who loves everything about you. Someone who wants something to change, but if you took it too far, they would cry for you to come back to them. Romantic love has been bastardized, I stand by that. No one knows how to deal with it anymore. No one knows how to look at people's faces anymore. But when they do... I can't deny, it's a rush.

Caigan's gone.




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New contest up:

Currently, the count is 210.

Be purchase ID 220, and win your choice of a 24x24 limited edition giclee on canvas of the Antarctic Experiment, or the original engraving "20,000 Leagues Under) (an engraving of the Nautilus).

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There are words there.
Somewhere.
Between the spaces
and the silences.
There are words.
They're perfect, and they're succinct.
If only
I could
find them.

Some things are meant to be kept secret.


I'm just not sure if this is one of them.

[Scene: Front row at The Offspring concert, Citadel Hill, Halifax, Nova Scotia. July 4th, 2009.]

Michael: Dude, is that Ellen Page?
Me: I don't know.
Michael: It looks like her.
Me: I think it is.
[Staring ensures, until I tap her on the shoulder during the break between bands]
Me: Dude, are you Ellen Page?
Ellen Page: [Laughing] You got me.
Me: Cool. Not everyday you meet a celebrity.
Ellen Page: It's not everyday I meet someone shorter than me.
Me: Oh thanks.
Ellen Page: No, it's awesome. You're adorable.

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I was inspired by my friend oneloveonelight to come up with a S&M playlist for her since apparently the Rescue Me theme song made her think S&M.  So... as opposed to limiting the playlist I put together to just my thoughts, I thought I'd start a thread on the topic and get your favorite S&M songs added to the list for consideration.  :)

You know... for those of you still paying attention... oneloveonelight is a bit of a hornball, so, we could expand the selection to sex songs... the kinkier the better. ;)

...surgery Monday went fine. Don't expect much out of me for a week or two, though.