I ate today at the Casa of Paonia a small restaurant, which I stopped into while visiting in my hometown. I ordered the Unagi rice bowl which other then having small portions, over cooked eel, and two wonderful pieces of “glass!” it was also way over priced. After apologizing profusely, firing the guy who was responsible for the glass, and shutting down their sushi bar indefinitely we we’re given some crème Brule to make up for everything….this is my favorite kind of desert… and they butchered it… all in all I give their restaurant a solid “I’m-not-eating-there-again-anytime-soon”. also in case anyone was wondering glass is not fun to chew on.
Those who are wondering when I will be updating my comics again....the depends on how long Borderlands holds my attention...
Also I will try to update this pathetic blog a bit more
Monday, June 21, 2010
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Surreality (Part 21)
From my point of view the girl wasn’t so bad, us humans have probably done far worse things than her race or at least equal to them, and I have never seen much point in stereotyping one person based on their race, but my guests were quite insistent about me locking her up and the Stupid ships computer seemed to agree with them so I had little choice. However, they could not stop me from taking her food and talking to her, which is exactly what I intended to do.
On the way to the holding cell, which my ships computer had failed to mention we had, Tamas filled me in on who the Draconians were and what wonderful things they had done for the aliens arms markets and how well they were controlling the universes expanding population, albeit not in a polite manner, in addition he explained the events that lead to his ship “encountering” my ship. Despite how interesting it was to talk to an alien that wasn’t turning me into a girl or throwing books at my head, I was drawn to the alien girl, so much so that at one point I missed an entire half of a dialog. I could not keep myself from watching her, she looked so on edge so ready to fight at any moment while at the same time she seemed completely calm, utterly depressed, and ready to cry, every so often I would catch the flicker of what could have been a smile deep in the chaotic obsidian darkness that was her eyes, those enigmatic eyes of hers never seemed to stop moving, she seemed to expect attack at anytime. Oddly enough all I could think of when I saw her was that she desperately needed a hug. This was not to say she was in anyway fragile in fact the way my new alien prisoner carried herself I gathered she was only “putting up” with her captors and could escape quite easily anytime she decided to, I chose not to mention this to my new guests, although I suspected that that Tamas fellow was fully aware of the tenuous hold he had on the alien girl.
By this time we had arrived at our intended destination and I was fed up not knowing, so I grabbed the alien girl’s arm, the next instant my back hit the ground and I was staring up into her the deep black pools of her eyes. Now since I was expecting her to react in such a manner, I was completely unperturbed and went on as if nothing and happened, “what is your name?” I inquired gasping for breath, “You see I can’t keep calling you “the alien girl” in my internal monologs so it is imperative that you tell me your name”. My complete lack of fear of the girl seemed to unsettle Tamas’s crew, confuse the alien girl, and amuse Tamas. “My name is Minaroro” the alien girl said so softly I almost didn’t hear her, her voice was that of a distrustful angel mixed with a hint of rage, the playfulness of a faery, the calm of the ocean before a storm engulfs you, and the sadness of ten thousand childless mothers. I had never met anyone like her, she was the stuff of myth and legends, while she was helping me to my feet I decided that I would stick close to this girl, she was special and I honestly wanted to give her a hug, but given the previous reaction I felt I should get to know her first before I went embracing her randomly.
On the way to the holding cell, which my ships computer had failed to mention we had, Tamas filled me in on who the Draconians were and what wonderful things they had done for the aliens arms markets and how well they were controlling the universes expanding population, albeit not in a polite manner, in addition he explained the events that lead to his ship “encountering” my ship. Despite how interesting it was to talk to an alien that wasn’t turning me into a girl or throwing books at my head, I was drawn to the alien girl, so much so that at one point I missed an entire half of a dialog. I could not keep myself from watching her, she looked so on edge so ready to fight at any moment while at the same time she seemed completely calm, utterly depressed, and ready to cry, every so often I would catch the flicker of what could have been a smile deep in the chaotic obsidian darkness that was her eyes, those enigmatic eyes of hers never seemed to stop moving, she seemed to expect attack at anytime. Oddly enough all I could think of when I saw her was that she desperately needed a hug. This was not to say she was in anyway fragile in fact the way my new alien prisoner carried herself I gathered she was only “putting up” with her captors and could escape quite easily anytime she decided to, I chose not to mention this to my new guests, although I suspected that that Tamas fellow was fully aware of the tenuous hold he had on the alien girl.
By this time we had arrived at our intended destination and I was fed up not knowing, so I grabbed the alien girl’s arm, the next instant my back hit the ground and I was staring up into her the deep black pools of her eyes. Now since I was expecting her to react in such a manner, I was completely unperturbed and went on as if nothing and happened, “what is your name?” I inquired gasping for breath, “You see I can’t keep calling you “the alien girl” in my internal monologs so it is imperative that you tell me your name”. My complete lack of fear of the girl seemed to unsettle Tamas’s crew, confuse the alien girl, and amuse Tamas. “My name is Minaroro” the alien girl said so softly I almost didn’t hear her, her voice was that of a distrustful angel mixed with a hint of rage, the playfulness of a faery, the calm of the ocean before a storm engulfs you, and the sadness of ten thousand childless mothers. I had never met anyone like her, she was the stuff of myth and legends, while she was helping me to my feet I decided that I would stick close to this girl, she was special and I honestly wanted to give her a hug, but given the previous reaction I felt I should get to know her first before I went embracing her randomly.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
A poem called Hocus focus
When you enter school your mind is placed on consignment
Capital is gained by completion of mandatory assignments
Used to test alignment to transitory subjects of study
Time to learn, ready?
The exam can not be completed using hocus pocus
Completion requires focus.
If you try your best and are still failing
This advice will put your mind at rest
Mark C throughout the test
Teachers use it more than any other letter
Sneak a peek to see if your neighbors work is better
If you can’t cheat off your buddy
Then perhaps you should have studied.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
A poem called Strawberry
Here is a little Poem I just wrote, I shall update Surreality soon, till then enjoy this poem I think I will call;
STRAWBERRY
Madness chases away all sadness
Never have I encountered a depressed madman
Even their hair refuses to be oppressed instead questing for delight
of its own accord
Madness is it’s own reward
A soul in said present state
Cares not for public opinion as to whether they are loved or great
For them such things are not debated
Instead they wonder how purple is stated
Why apples are never congratulated
And whether beans should be educated
For madness is not a mental defect
Tis how our soul reflects
The fact that our imaginations cannot be suppressed
To a tyrants great distress
Madness shows we are blessed
Beware the corn as it gets undressed.
Monday, April 21, 2008
Surreality (Part 20)
“Hello, fancy running into you here” slipped out before I could think of anything better to say, I was also much too chipper when I said it, I have to quit hanging out with my ships AI so much. The alien girl looked confused and the man behind her chuckled,
The man extended his hand to me, “Hello my name is Tamas. Could you kindly ask your ship to leave mine alone?” This Tamas fellow reminded me of a mixture of characters from the silver screen, most of them being lovable scoundrels. “I am sorry, I had no idea it was this hungry, I thought it had just eaten” I replied as I shook his hand. My ship chose that moment to finish off its “meal” leaving their fifteen man crew and myself alone in the large empty room where their ship had once be lodged. “So… um, I guess you can stay at my place for a while” I said kind of awkwardly, what does one say to a person that just had their ship consumed. “You are very kind, I do hope your ship is quite full now miss…” I can honestly say that no one has ever kissed my hand before when introducing themselves and I must say it startled me a bit, “Oh how rude of me, my name is Robin Birk, nice to meet you” I introduced myself quickly so he did not notice my nervous reaction to his touch.
Tamas introduced the rest of his crew to me and then asked me if I had a brig to lock up the girl, whose name I still had not learned. When I inquired as to why she would need to be locked up, she looked nice enough to me; I was told she was a Draconian as if that was enough information. “What is a Draconian?” I asked when Tamas made it clear he wasn’t going to supply that information, the face of every one of them mirrored an identical expression of shock and disbelief, “How can you have not heard about the most ruthlessly brutal race in the galaxy?” one of Tamas’s crew finally asked after a fifteen minute long silence. “My race doesn’t get out much” I said in an off hand manner.
The man extended his hand to me, “Hello my name is Tamas. Could you kindly ask your ship to leave mine alone?” This Tamas fellow reminded me of a mixture of characters from the silver screen, most of them being lovable scoundrels. “I am sorry, I had no idea it was this hungry, I thought it had just eaten” I replied as I shook his hand. My ship chose that moment to finish off its “meal” leaving their fifteen man crew and myself alone in the large empty room where their ship had once be lodged. “So… um, I guess you can stay at my place for a while” I said kind of awkwardly, what does one say to a person that just had their ship consumed. “You are very kind, I do hope your ship is quite full now miss…” I can honestly say that no one has ever kissed my hand before when introducing themselves and I must say it startled me a bit, “Oh how rude of me, my name is Robin Birk, nice to meet you” I introduced myself quickly so he did not notice my nervous reaction to his touch.
Tamas introduced the rest of his crew to me and then asked me if I had a brig to lock up the girl, whose name I still had not learned. When I inquired as to why she would need to be locked up, she looked nice enough to me; I was told she was a Draconian as if that was enough information. “What is a Draconian?” I asked when Tamas made it clear he wasn’t going to supply that information, the face of every one of them mirrored an identical expression of shock and disbelief, “How can you have not heard about the most ruthlessly brutal race in the galaxy?” one of Tamas’s crew finally asked after a fifteen minute long silence. “My race doesn’t get out much” I said in an off hand manner.
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