Apparently my theories are so crazy that making a visual narrative sounded like fun. Unfinished, will never be finished. But so ominoussssssss.
The art is only complete once experienced by the audience.
The Trippy Trollolol
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Monthly Archives: May 2013
Raymond E Feist is a scary man
Because it’s so freakish that my ideas and his are pretty much IDENTICAL. I get the idea, and in a few months time, I see them in his most recently published book. It’s like we both thought the exact same thing at the exact same time.
HOW
And he’s just finished the most epic series ever and I’ve got a few thousand words of random ramblings.
AAH.
Infinity this, incomprehensible that, everything eternal, godly, immortal and being and void. His (*cough* my *cough*) stuff is amazing. Can’t wait to finish the book.
Adelaidean Rain
Turns out rain in Adelaide is quite the troll. It’s not like Sydney rain, which is a torrential downpour for a very long time, and it’s not like Melbourne rain, which apparently is a constant light shower.
Adelaide rain, is a semi-downpour, for like, 2 minutes, with too many commas, all intermittent so that this morning I was walking under a bit of shelter, when it started raining. As I needed to cross to the other side of the street, the rain wasn’t so bad anymore. By the time I reached the cafe I frequent (I love that phrase), Please Say Please, and consumed my espresso and walked out, the rain had stopped. All in the span of approximately 15 minutes. And this happened constantly at work and after work too. It’d randomly start raining incredibly loudly, and then stop as I was staring at it wondering what I’d done to Ra that’s made him troll me in a non-sunny manner. It also started raining as I got home from work and stopped after I changed and went back out. WHICH WAS THE SAME AS YESTERDAY WHEN I GOT BACK FROM DRAGGING A VACUUM CLEANER AND MINI GRILL BACK HOME, ALMOST DIDN’T WANT TO GO OUT AGAIN TO BUY INGREDIENTS FOR A CHEAP DINNER BOTH CAUSE MY ARMS WERE THE SLAVE OF ULTRA GRAVITY AND CAUSE IT WAS RAINING. But then I convinced myself to save money I should go buy raw ingredients rather than spend money on a burger. And by that time, there was no more rain.
That’s what I get for all sorts of insults and puns about the rain. “A curse on you, rain!” I say. “I melt in the rain!” I say. I’d rather be set alight.