Tuesday, October 28, 2008

New art work

this one is called year of our lord. Pink is Easter, Purple is Lent, Green is epiphany, Yellow is Christmas, Blue is advent, and Red is Pentecost.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The Heritic

A fun pre nano contest I won last week.

Today was the day. Junia woke groggily, it was impossible to sleep well on the floor of her cell. The sun shone in through the small window. “It looks like it will be a good day to die.” She said to herself, “A good day to go home.” By home she meant the eternal rest of heaven. Sure she had been condemned as a heretic, but that didn’t matter. She and God both knew that wasn’t her sin. It was just what she got for standing up against the inquisition of the Knights Templar.

She had been stupid. Ever since Pope Boniface had been humiliated by the French king, he only did what was in the French’s best interest. She had just thought Boniface would listen to her; she was the Cursed Saint after all. That used to mean something.

Junia sighed and leaned back against the cold stone walls. Pride, that was her sin, for that she would burn as a heretic. It would hurt, a lot. That wouldn’t matter if it meant I can go home, She thought. She held up her wrists, the tattoos marked her as the Cursed Saint were still there. She closed her eyes, this isn’t fair God. Maybe it was stupid to think they’d be gone. The curse wouldn’t be lifted till the judgment day when the skies rolled back and the Son of God would come. Today would be a good day for the return. She thought with a huff.

She placed her hands on her flat belly. 844 years and she could still feel her unborn child. The one they had taken from her the night they cursed her. Small tears crept out from her eyes, tears for her child, husband and friends who had died that day. “Why can’t I rest with them?” she asked half expecting an answer, stranger things had happened.

But not today. The only thing strange that would happen is that after the fire she’d still be alive. That’s what the curse was: to live making penance till the last judgment for the sins of the Seven. It was some druid’s twisted sense of justice, really she was only their lackey, and scapegoat.

The cell door opened and they took her to the stake. After a few words the executioner lit the fire. The flames eventually raged into a roaring furnace. She refused to scream, even though all she could think of was the pain. The last thing she remembered was thinking, please God let me die. Then there was only darkness.

Junia woke sometime later, still in pain but at least free. She figured they must have dumped her body in the river. she had washed up on a shore not far from the city. She leaned back against a tree, “God does this mean I have been purified?” She said as she looked up. The leaves danced in the wind and the sun shone down threw them. That was answer enough for her.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

ten days left.

Oh yeah the insanity of nanowrimo is just around the corner. I am very proud of myself. I have only one more thing left to do for my planing, its a bit of a big project but it is the last thing left to do.

I am still rather optomistic also about my goal to get all my home work done for november. i have 13 idems still on my to do list but i think i am going to be able to get them done.

i will probably not be able to finish up my story from last year which i was really hoping to get done before i started this november, however it is very close so who knows maybe it will still get done.

for those who are reading this and wondering what i may be writting about this year here is a little info:
title-Lucky 13

teaser- Remmy was the thirteenth son of his father, the thirteenth child of the thirteenth wife, he was the one to break the mold of what his family expected.

also for kicks and giggles here is the soundtrack that I have put together so far for my story:

Unwritten- Natasha Bedingfield
suffragett city-Bowie
runaway-Linken Park
numb- Linken Park
how to save a life- the Fray
poprocks and coke- Green Day
I'm still here- John Rzenik
what I've done- Linken Park
I don't wanta be-Gavin Degraw
Like the rain-Clint black

Friday, October 17, 2008

The blessed one

Who is the blessed one?

the blessed one is the man who has been struck down.

who's feet and legs have been broken so he can not rise

for he will not be destroyed

the man of sorrows will life him up.

the blessed one is the women who is persecuted.

who lays in a pool of her tears shed form the loneliness of her heart

for she will not be abandoned

the man of sorrows will comfort her

the blessed one is the man who is pressed

who's arms and back are bent under the heavy load of shame

for he will not be crushed

the man of sorrows will take away the burden

the night is long

and wail there is night there is sorrow

but wait, for joy comes in the morning

it is the joy which comes for sorrow that makes us blessed.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

The economics of Fragle Rock

Fraggle Rock, one of those wonderful things from my childhood. who couldn't love thes magical creatures that spent their days dancing and singing, playing in the water and eating radishes, and doser sticks. (to be honest i think this is why i like radishes.) the intersting thing about Fragle rock is that it is a good picture of what karl Marx social structure.

the fraggles get to injoy thier lives playing and eating without any worries. after all the song says wories are for another day, dance your cares away! Oh to have that kindof life.

but not everyone in this world is living the life of ease. no the dozers sing a much different tune: work your cares away dancing is for another day. the dozers are perfectly content to do nothing ever day but build these beautiful skyscrapers only to have the fraggels knock them down for food. every day is just like the other filled with work work work.

so there we go. one group works so the other group can just sit back and enjoy life.

and for something completly different i have up dated my picture blog that i used to use when i was in suriname. don't get to exsited though it is just pictures of campus for now.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Penguin Ninjas found in Antarctica

that is right. on the last excavation of Antarctica the scientists made an unexpected find. there were Penguins who it seems have learned the art of the ninja. it may be unbelievable but it seems that Antarctica is the long time home of a secret ninja base. this base has been the training ground for greatest ninjas there are and have ever been. this base has several entrances around the world, mystical portals. it is said that one of these was used by Bruce Wayne of Wayne enterprises. at least that is what some people are saying in order to make up for his strange disappearance.

the penguins of this base are carefully trained as sentries to keep outsiders from finding out about this most secret lair. they are so good about this that only one of the unfortunate scientists who made this discover was able to come out alive. he told reporters that this was do to his training in the Israeli army where he learned Crag Magog.

Believe it or not.

Thursday, October 02, 2008

Sunday paintings

this is something i did last sunday. the picture isn't that good but the paintingis of the Trinity Shield. and basically means the Son is not the Father, the Father is not the Holy Spirit and the Holy Spirit is not the Son. But the Son is God, and the Father is God, and the Holy Spirit is God.

Wednesday, October 01, 2008


The bread your body broken

The wine your blood spilt

I take in my hand the symbol of salvation

The body broken by execution.

The blood spilt on a rugged cross

I want to be one with you now

Not tomorrow, not some day

Now, this second of this minuet of this hour of this day