tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32839621426443735572012-02-05T08:58:37.107-05:00Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.comBlogger1721100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-23734094041844275362012-02-05T08:52:00.002-05:002012-02-05T08:58:37.117-05:00

Dearest Lum,Over these past few weeks I have had lots of time to think. Firstly, I've been getting lost here in this great city without you to guide me unerringly home. secondly, it is so much quieter in our quarters without you there. Sometimes I imagine your harp strumming in the other room as I turn out my paints and draw...I had so hoped that there was another way. I still feel like I

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Favorite Things about the Holidays - By Oru.1.) Getting gag gifts for friends and watching them open them. (Normal gifts are fun to give too. I love the looks on their faces when it's something they actually want. Or at least enjoy.)2.) The decorations. It must be something with my childhood, because I feel like a house decorated with candles, garland and all that fun stuff just makes a house

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Abashed as I am to say this - I feel so sorry for my favorite character.It has been at least a week since my fabulous room mate has been around to settle in and story-tell his gripping tale. (Starring myself, my Love and my other room mate.) Since that chapter left off, hanging precariously in the balance of my imagination, I have felt rather bereft.My character, as well as the others involved

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Details are now available on Amazon.com if you would like to peruse my NaNoWriMo efforts!To see the details, Click HERE!Enjoy!Oru

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As I sit in my very own office, waiting for something to do at work, I am reminded of how much time I used to spend jotting down thoughts and inspirations in here.I called this blog Oru's Infinite Characterization because I hoped to tell you about all the characters in my head - as well as flush out my own character. Once again, I think this purpose has started to flounder and dissolve.So allow

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NaNoWriMo has been won!I may not have made it to 65,000 this year (yet) BUT that does not mean I lost!In fact, I accomplished a very reasonable goal - and better yet, I actually FINISHED something!!w00t!

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I broke 30,000 words!Lets see if we can't knock it out of the park this time, eh?Oru

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Wow, I am starting out really slow.I've got 14,589 words so far. Yikes.Better get cracking then, right??Oru

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It is NOVEMBER 4TH!Na No Wri Mo HAS officially begun!Oru has gotten to a bit of a slow star, with a whopping 876 words. However, her spirits are high, despite the demands of her schedule!LET THE COUNTDOWN BEGIN!Orup.s. Hey you! Yeah you, ALSO participating in this Novel-Writing-Marathon! Post your progress here, too! Those who see this through to the official 50,000 words will receive a modest

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By cheating, I mean sneaking online at work. I am a bad person.BUT I just remembered; (Thank you Petr) That NaNoWriMo is right around the corner.For those of you unfamiliar, it is National Novel Writing Month. Last year I whipped out 60,000-some-odd words, but I did it in December because I was... late. Oops. THIS YEAR I will participate with all the greats and Dump out 65,000 words by the end of

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I was browsing the Barnes & Noble website, perusing my options for a gift card I was splitting with a friend from work, when I came across this title. The search bar read, "Twisted Fairy Tales" and to my surprise, halfway down the page appeared:Cinderella: Ninja WarriorI purchased it for two reasons. The first; I couldn't think of any other book I wanted to get. My first option was "The Child

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*sneaks onto the internet*Very subtle, no?We have settled in rather nicely! The appartment is up and running, though one of our A/C units is... not. Our fridge is stocked with easy-to-make food, and our laundryis piling up in a healthy fashion! The job is splendid, and the NA friends have been welcoming! (Except those who haven't seen my place yet, *coughcoughalexcoughcough*I miss all my NY

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Schedule of Events:Today: Packing the remains, dinner with My Love's Family.Thursday: Work until 2, cash my check, Pack some more remains, 6pm=pack the 12x6 trailer. Pray that everything will fit in SOMEONE'S car. Maybe do some laundry. Maybe sleep over My Love's mom's house. Get Security Money Back.Friday: Get up bright and early. Drive to MA. Sign lease and pay monies to nice landlady. Check

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And again I receive the random 3-11 shift. Good news! I am with Pat Irish and we are doing another delightful art project!No name for the work-in-progres yet, but so far it looks like a lot of fun. Abstract IS fun. YOU may not like it, but I totally dig it man.So... I should all be over soon. The reign of terror. No further words necessary.BUT In other news - That interview I had that I didn't

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I got a ticket this morning.I was speeding. I was late for work. It was allright though, because he COULD have pinned me for having an expired inspection. Nice guy.I sent it in as 'not guilty' and informed my parents that a ticket would be headed their way. Huzzah. :p.I hope the officer has the kindness of heart not to show up on the day chosen for my court date. *grumble*This does not delay my

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This may very well fall under the Category of a Rant. May I offer my sincerest appologies now.I need a new job. The one I have now is run by a petulant little brat and her ex-con son. The employees here live in fear of losing their jobs at the drop of a hat or the climax of a mood swing. We all know how much poison runs through the veins of this place, but one of us at a time is unable to clean

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Here we are, ladies and gentlemen. On the precipice. In the words of Flemeth, "You cannot be afraid to Leap!"I remember moving up to North Adams the first time, my very first day away from the family and the familiarity. (It wasn't pretty. I was not happy.) I try to draw comparisons between then and now. I live on my own now, when before I had been surrounded by people. I could not bring anyone

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-91071595550255043192011-05-06T09:49:00.004-04:002011-05-06T10:17:26.263-04:00

Yay for math!So how about that? 9,810 days I have been alive! Let's see how I can break this down...4038 days of sleeping. (Approx. Maybe. I sleep in LATE when I can. Not so often recently, but ah well.)5,200 days of daydreaming.8,500 days of mild insecurity.1,172 days of severe insecurity. (Approx. This also doubles as my self loathing time.)2,000 days of being in love. (Approx.)1,010 days of

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Ok it is no longer April - It's time for those May flowers! Bring out the bouquets! Flourish little gardens!! I want to see vibrant, earthy greens and jubilant yellows, and chipper little purple crocus! Crocusts! Whichever! I want to go outside and take a nice deep breath of the smell of fresh cut grass! I want to be able to walk outside without a coat in the middle of the night!GORW! Sun, SHINE!

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Witness the progress of the Zephyr IV as it travels through Border-Space! relive the events through the Travel Logs of Mission Specialist Nora Greene as she relays the happenings aboard the veteran vessel - The Zephyr IV!Two entries are already up! Keep updated on the action!Oru

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There's this one tree outside the hotel that always seems to catch my attention. It is at the end of a row of parking spaces, just as you leave the rear exit of the building. It is situated upon an island of green grass, beside a lamp-post that is just about the same height, if not a touch shorter at this point.Usually, I look at this tree, and am reminded of the season approaching. Wenever I

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The comic has been updated!Also, Listen to the song 'Sail' by AWOLNATION. I thoroughly enjoy it.The weather has been superb! I am more then grateful to have the past day off, busy as I was. At least there was time spent outside.Here's hoping that you are also enjoying the hints of spring.Oru

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Happy Easter everyone! Hope you gorge yourself on chocolate like I certainly plan to!Now that we've gotten our pleasantries out of the way - I have another project going. I call it "Zephyr IV: Travel Logs".I wrote a short story many years ago. It was one of my very first attempts at Science Fiction. I wrote it in the form of a Crew member's travel logs, and it outlines a journey across outer

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-25388561488020147282011-04-23T15:10:00.002-04:002011-04-23T15:24:10.349-04:00

Another thing about haircuts, before I continue my work shift:I love people's reactions to said haurcut. We get all types, don't we? You get that one friend who has a bit of a lip crinkle and says, "oh. You got a haircut." Luckily, I have not received that yet. (Here's hoping.) We also get those reactions fro people you didn't think would notice. Allow me to explain.I work in Housekeeping. I know

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Something about haircuts brightens my day.It's like shedding an old skin - peeling off the old persona and taking on a new one. I feel like cutting off the tips takes with it a bit of sickness that may have lingered there - like pot, I guess, how it lingers in your hair after it's already left most of your system. I also translate it to pulling some weight off of your shoulders. Prepping for a

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-30602658643852287382011-04-21T08:32:00.003-04:002011-04-21T10:14:07.084-04:00

The Phoenix Requiem is a completed Webcomic written and illustrated by Sarah Ellerton.The Phoenix Requiem is a Victorian-inspired supernatural fantasy story about faith, love, death, and the things we believe in.On a cold December night, a gentleman stumbles into the town of Esk, gunshot wounds leaving a trail of blood in the snow behind him. Despite making a full recovery at the hands of an

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Fey Winds, written and Illustrated by the Fantabulous Nicole Chartrand.It is Fantasy based, following a band of misfit adventurers - an elven woman named Larina who is sporting a magic gem in her forehead that allows spirits to temporarily possess her; A Mercenary named Nigel with spiffy scars and seemingly endless patience for; a girl who is part fox, who was enchanted to be thus by a crazy

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The Elegant Witch - By Robert NeillThis book was purchased On my Birthday, April 2nd 2011 up in North Adams MA. The store is called Sanford & Kid, and this particular book was thrown in with a group of other misfits on the first floor.It took me about ten perusal minutes to find it among the others. You see, I have a knack for looking at the books whose titles and bindings are too hard to read

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-79661901626335388862011-04-19T08:45:00.002-04:002011-04-19T08:56:45.013-04:00

Here at the hotel, one thing we don't skimp as much on is decorations. (However, that could be argued, considering most of the times it's the dollar store, or someone's hand-me-downs. But I digress.)After Thanksgiving, and I mean immediately, Christmas decorations had taken their place. After New Years, those were torn down and relpaced with tacky red hearts and pinkand purple flowers. As soon as

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-79965118828778289212011-04-18T13:07:00.002-04:002011-04-18T14:30:05.522-04:00

Sometimes you will have a mind-blowing idea. Something that you dream up that is original and sparkling in it's newness. And you will grab at this idea and take in all the possibilities, like a drunk with a bottle of expensive booze. But ... what to Do with it?I had a dream last night, (my love will attest to this) that totally rocked my braincells. I was tense and breathing funny, I would

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No one has asked this, save for myself. Then again, I guess I ask it enough of myself so that no one else really has to. Why do I do this? Write on this blog and do that silly comic, and throw out my opinions all the time? It's not as if I think people are going to become fantastically inspired and change the world becasue of what I'm saying - though that would be awesome, won't lie to you there.

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My dearest friend,Lately I feel like things have been a bit strained between us. I'm sorry if I have been stand-offish, or rude, and I know I may have acted spitefully on several occasions... but I suppose I was just hurt by your behavior towards me. We used to be such great friends! Thoroughly enjoying each other company, going on adventures, relaxing, taking in the sights and sounds and

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Greetings followers of the Oru!Let me just say how much I enjoyed doing that free stuff give-away. I like giving things to people - thats my favorite part of most holidays, in fact. However It's not as fun when there aren't a bajillion people with their hands raised, clamoring for the random items that could go to THEIR doorstep! Don't get me wrong, I love each and every one of you who applied

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Time moves very slowly for the Mannabird. She gazes with a strange yearning at the slow-moving clouds, tiny puffs of wintery chill issuing from her mouth. To say that her feathers are ruffled would be an understatement - one can tell from the way her collar twists by the nape of her neck, or how the hem of her jacket is tucked behind her wrist, hand thrust into her pocket. The Mannabird no longer

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MICA!You have won the Oru Give-Away! I'll send you an e-mail so you can reply with your mailing address, and your goodies will be sent forthwith to your residence!Thank you again, all six of you for playing! :)Oru

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It is the LAST DAY of the Oru GIVE-away!Remember - I have set aside some handy books for writing, good reads, stationary, paper products and things, pens, etc...! Don't miss out on the excitement!I have four entries so far - And REMEMBER!! You get to post One entry per medium you follow me: I.E. If you read my blog, and watch for updates on either my Oru group page or the new page I put up

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I have heard the phrase, "The Ebb and flow of Time." I think I actually used it once too, in something or other. I understood it to mean the constant, synchronized shifts that occur naturally through time. The progression of time. The slow, onward trudge of time. But time, at least the increments of, have been manufactured by scientists to put limits on the insubstantial concept of 'time.' They

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This is a tip-of-the-hat to my fellow Blogger, the Lovely Lila Inglima of Young, Broke, and Married! She had the splendid idea of doing a Give-Away for her fans, and thus I think I shall do the same! For 3 reasons: 1.) I am curious as to see how many people follow my ramblings, adn I think this is a way to both test that number, and perhaps improve upon it! 2.) I like giving stuff away! 3.) I

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-15895655955179409592011-03-26T08:17:00.002-04:002011-03-26T08:58:36.927-04:00

I am so tired.I am tired of owing money for some immaterial experiences. We learn for free every day of our lives. What makes higher education so much more expensive? Is our society just THAT exclusive? Are we trying to hoarde knowledge to ourselves - or to the select few who have the money to buy it? Perhaps not even that, it sounds too dramatic.... I am aware that it costs money to DO ANYTHING

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One of the greatest challenges I find when I am writing, is the part where I play God. Meaning - when I create a life. Make a character. Flesh them out and let them loose.The first thing to remember is that you have to be careful when you mold your characters. Every event you throw at them will twist and shape them throughout the story - too hard and they will become cold. Too soft, and they will

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Now I don't usually do this...All right that's a lie. I have been known to get sucked into a book or a game because of the compelling storylines. What can I say? If the dialogue is good enough for me to spend hours of my life intently watching the screen, listening to countless side stories and back stories, waiting for my chance to respond in a fashion that I believe my character would in the

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-38889499052635986572011-03-21T09:26:00.002-04:002011-03-21T10:00:18.366-04:00

The Arts are a double edged blade. At least to me.I can look at art for hours and admire the intricacies or simplicities of it, the flow of color, the lights and shadow (Virisimilitude I believe?), and I can doodle till my little heart is content, however at the same time I get so disheartened.I was painting yesterday - and it's not as impressive as you think - and there were two schools of

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My mood today has me blue. I've been sick, and therefore, unable to kiss my love for fear of spreading the plague to him. It is quite unfair. So instead of trying not to thinkabout it until I get better, I will torment myself with thoughts of his kisses. And I'm going to share them here. Becasue I can. So there.What I like in a kiss....I like certainty. The look in the eyes before the cards are

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That Comic Thing

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-24402321379319596672011-03-15T08:07:00.002-04:002011-03-15T08:21:39.789-04:00

It is so easy to fail.All it needs to start outweighing your victory is the barest thought; the notion that you will not succeed. The vague idea that you will not make it through, or that you have made a mistake. As the most contagious and potentially deadly thing on the planet, Ideas can make or break you, make you grow or whither you.And it is so hard to tell which ideas are which. You start

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-52481304524336863172011-03-12T07:38:00.002-05:002011-03-12T07:45:24.863-05:00

I am like the rainI start as one,fallingfallingweaving through the airas dancers dofallingfallinggaining my shapeforming my thoughtsfallingfallingand landing amid a heapand now a puddleconformingrunningrunningwith a million othersrunningrunningblurring my dreamsto fit the gutterI run intorunningrunningand drifting in a poolfloatingfloatinguntil the heatcarries me offfloatingfloatingrising above

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-27313685631759888822011-03-10T09:15:00.002-05:002011-03-10T09:16:16.844-05:00

Decided to upload comics when I knew I would be near a computer - Thursdays.Hope it's acceptable, if not simply entertaining so far!Oru

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-69128371330394846292011-03-06T11:57:00.000-05:002011-03-06T11:58:21.320-05:00

A Work in Progress.Tales of Therusia.

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-44762327996598640692011-03-05T09:43:00.002-05:002011-03-05T09:49:50.041-05:00

I find myself breaking into a few rather distinct Facets recently. No, I am not having a break down, but I do feel as if I am beginning to break down, i.e. disentigrate into my baser components (As opposed to mental relapse, etc...)I have been throwing around deadlines like it's My JOB... I have the zombie apocalypse side of me, who would like nothing more then wreak havok and kill

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-56997053550680167992011-03-02T18:59:00.002-05:002011-03-02T19:04:12.147-05:00

So now is when i admit to the world that I feel far more comfortable with my writing within the confines of a deadline.I have not written much on that rather large piece I did in December SINCE December. I felt particularly guilty at that notion, and decided it would be healthier if I just set another flippin deadline for myself.Not that I like doing projects or anything.*In any case, I have

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-48948294522048414112011-02-28T09:24:00.001-05:002011-02-28T09:25:41.049-05:00

So...I was bored so I went onto Amazon.com.... And discovered that...MY BOOK IS NOW LISTED!Go here!*Happy Victory Dance!*Oru

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-7032656966716570752011-02-26T15:32:00.003-05:002011-02-26T15:37:55.179-05:00

Episode 2 is up and running. This was fun to do, even more-so than the first one. Which is probably why it's so freakin long. It runs 2 seconds past 10 minutes, and there's blood in it.MWHUAHAHA costume blood! So much fun!Now this one is just the clip, no little end snippet, and Yes the sound is still messed up. I did my best.PS - Yes. The Oru is fully aware that it's garbage - BUT IT WAS FUN

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-2886130219897332642011-02-22T21:31:00.002-05:002011-02-22T21:38:45.572-05:00

And here I explain my inspiration.The Walker Journals were done by a friend of mine. Currently, there are 5 episodes circling the youtube universe, and you can find them all HERE.The first one, like many firsts, is where he's gettign his bearings. Getting used to the camera, the props, the environment, working out his own inner scripting. It's still very good - but just WAIT until you get to

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-19242635793402018252011-02-20T11:40:00.003-05:002011-02-20T11:41:18.095-05:00

Meet Daphne. She has just unwittingly survived the initial freak-out of the zombie apocalypse! Conrats to her!See her first journal entry here!And enjoy the Hilarity of Oru making a butt of herself!Oru

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-2286754913067965992011-02-18T20:56:00.002-05:002011-02-18T21:06:21.129-05:00

THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR NOT SAVING A POST BEFORE I SEND IT.I hate it when that happens.See originally, this post was quite long and started very differently, but because SOME computers are DUMB...*grumble*1.) One act play. Had a reading with my parents that went very well, and I got some embarrassing errors out of the way. huzzah! I just want to adjust the ending. See I had 2 endings put on there,

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-77029271545735277492011-02-06T10:54:00.002-05:002011-02-06T11:03:41.523-05:00

AKA - "Dark"I met this guy while at a gathering of all of his siblings. Naturally - he wasn't there. He's that elusive oldest brother - the one to leave the nest first, as soon as the next oldest is fit enough to look after the rest. With a family of 10, thats's a big responsibility to leave behind, right?Anyway, I imagined him wearing all black with gold trim - something very nice but not too

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-56222150137985473992011-02-05T16:05:00.002-05:002011-02-05T16:13:15.446-05:00

I am mildly put-out.A great corporation, world-wide in it's fame, with a proud and strong heritage, has dissapointed me. And no, it isn't just my own management that irritates me at the present - we've been through that several times, and I'm sure it bores you.This goes beyond irresponsible and unprofessional management."The Hotel" has a help desk and suport system to help fix problems with their

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-87838430283765149372011-02-04T13:57:00.002-05:002011-02-04T14:52:00.652-05:00

...for a Storyteller to do to Her Gamers.Please, take into account that this means 'top ten things that would make the story THAT much juicier.' Or eve, 'top ten things that will really send the characters out of their element to see if they can adapt and change like real people.' These are not necessarily NICE things. Be warned.Yes, I have been known to do these things on occasion.10.) Dump a

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-24600832697697843722011-02-04T13:22:00.002-05:002011-02-04T13:30:33.506-05:00

There are so many rare and beautiful things in the world. Flora, expressions, experiences, objects, ideas, scenes, moments, microcosms of time...These may be the ramblings of an over-tired mind, but I have a beautiful life. i truly do! Regardless of the illusory pit I have dug myself with money that was never really physical to begin with, over the purchase of an immaterial thing such as

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-54352575316298729652011-01-29T13:00:00.002-05:002011-01-29T13:03:15.533-05:00

So I have finished a One Act Play.It is approximately 28 pages long, and I think it could fit comfortably in the minute-a-page bracket, though wavering from time to time. A lot of it is stage direction, and in places I feel like I'm leading my actor's around by the hand, but... there it is. The barebones.Now, who want's to take part in a reading of it? I have 6 characters. 4 of which can double

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-23839709378124213012011-01-22T12:54:00.003-05:002011-01-22T12:57:10.519-05:00

The Countdown page has been adjusted to mark the progress of a one act play I am writing. It involves an elevator and the interactions therein, with one underlying slightly fanciful theme.Time Travel. Mwhuahaha.So far, I have completed 14 pages of formatted text. I'm hoping to double that and it wouldbe complete, because this is an exercise more in succint content and not length. So. As opposed

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-27897654700906262422011-01-16T09:41:00.002-05:002011-01-16T09:45:51.289-05:00

It is always when you are at your worst that your friends show you that they are the best. They make you laugh, feed you, cheer you up and throw you into that pleasant warmth of nostalgia. They remind you that things wil and can only get better from here on in, and they remind you that they will be there to lend a hand if they can. Even if they cannot be your crutch, they will be your constant

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-35699827502258892642011-01-10T13:11:00.003-05:002011-01-10T13:19:17.456-05:00

Allow me to clarify something.I do not want to be here. At this point in my life. I have dissapointed myself due to the fact that I had imagined so many greater things for myself: a high paying job, a few publications, far more ambitious (although no less difficult) goals that 60,000 words in a month. Financially speaking, yes I am in a bit of a hole. I imagine that story would change depending

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-47885746410891600642011-01-04T09:16:00.002-05:002011-01-04T09:24:01.287-05:00

What would I do if my College Education had a Refund Policy?I paid for room, board, and the Education. I imagine that there is no true way to 'return' the room a board, so that's fair... but what if I walked into the Dean's office, placed my Diploma on her desk and said, "Hey listen, I haven't used this since I left here, so I'm returning this and I would like a refund. You see, your education

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-74847387426159873812011-01-02T10:15:00.002-05:002011-01-02T10:26:14.908-05:00

Hello 2011, please allow me to introduce myself.I am a college graduate with a bucketload of debt and stress. Regardless of my efforts, no one seems to be hiring, and my current employers can't seem to pay me enough. I have my share of personal problems, issues and baggage, and I do tend to complain on occasion. I enjoy a good rant about how unfair life is, and how things would be so much better

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-25541657247417061252011-01-01T07:36:00.003-05:002011-01-01T07:39:10.378-05:00

It was 9:35 New Years Eve.There I was, separated from the festivities in the other room, ear-buds equipped and fingers tapping. I was recalling details in my mind about the dramas I would put my selected characters through, and how I would weasel in the important information.As I took a breath, flexing the out-of-shape muscles in my wrist and hands, I decided to check my word count.I released a

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-60221303400694112122010-12-30T16:43:00.001-05:002010-12-30T16:48:07.782-05:00

The fragrance of autumn was in the air. Leaves were garbed in the warm, crisp colors that Serena loved. However, despite the beauty of the scenery around her, Lady Serena Saranac was far too focused on her posture. For the past week, she’d let herself go, and she feared that it would take more than just a little effort to reassert her courtly mannerisms. Coming from a family such as hers, it

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-22085065242130441102010-12-30T16:34:00.000-05:002010-12-30T16:36:46.082-05:00

Ladies and Gentlemen, as you will see from the Coutdown - I am down to the wire, by the skin of my teeth, a fraction away from the end of the challenge! I have a day and a half to write 12,000 words!Imma gonna do it. Just you wait and freakin see. I will post up an update and you will revel along with me!HUZZAH!Oru

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-75031427198952263582010-12-22T12:56:00.000-05:002010-12-22T12:57:49.562-05:00

Miras washed her hands in the creek beside their resting horses. Her hands gently smoothed the crystalline waters over her scars, and as in every time she did this ritual, she prayed to Araia for them to be washed away. Sometimes, if she closed her eyes, dipping her hands into the chill waters, she could almost imagine the pain returning to her; how the flames splashed up her arms, scalded the

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-3242933151962111962010-12-22T11:06:00.002-05:002010-12-22T11:10:10.331-05:00

I have about 28,000 words at this moment.I will tirelessly type at work, go home and type some more. I will type my weasly black guts out until I can type no more. And then I shall wake up tomorrow morning, do my thing, and type some more until I pass out at the keyboard (as per usual.) And then I shall go to work on Christmas eve-morning and type until noon, then go home and enjoy the season,

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-42579157688990756962010-12-18T13:13:00.002-05:002010-12-18T13:22:10.837-05:00

I'm not sure how to begin this post.I could start out with the good things. Everything that has come my way in my life: A good education, a wonderful, loving boyfriend, a caring (albeit 'overenthused') family, an awesome brother, wonderful experiences, carefree childhood, no significant mental or health issues....Or I could start with the bad things. I could even delve into a random conversation

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-31028047143922722332010-12-16T14:08:00.002-05:002010-12-16T14:10:22.172-05:00

1.) I am pretty bad at this :)2.) I wish i had more time to work with.Other then that, Time Management is a very important facet of every day. For example - today I need to get off of work at this Hotel, and then run to the bank, the post office, then to my other job to squeeze in an hour of work there to edit and print out labels for christmas cards. After that, I hope to get some more words in

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-13448192337749267912010-12-12T09:07:00.002-05:002010-12-12T09:12:19.434-05:00

...Oh so overplayed.One thing I never fully understood was the corporate obsession with drowning their businesses with Christmas music the day after Thanksgiving. It's one thing to put out your wares then, and maybe decorate, but something as contagious and sticking as the music? What kind of inhumanity is this? For the rest of November, throughout December and part of January, we will hear so

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-76706579953971009652010-12-08T08:48:00.002-05:002010-12-08T08:54:55.599-05:00

Happy Holidays everyone!And now let me introduce the gift I am giving to myself: The Challenge.Let me preface this with my recent trip to the bank. A lovely girl works there, her name is Aimee, and she is always sweet and kind and has a genuine smile for me when I come in to cash my checks. Offering me friendly suggestions and tips with her co-worker Diane, they led me to the cash-back option

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-79780336638253807182010-12-05T12:25:00.002-05:002010-12-05T12:34:11.375-05:00

Let me see, I shall start this entry with a short list. Maybe two.Top 10 things to receive for Christmas, From Oru's Perspective. 9In no particular order):1. Money2. Hand made, thoughtful tokens3. Games of any shape, size, or variety4. Food5. The Promise of a Good Time6. Books, Journals, or writing implements7. Household Necessities - even gift cards for such8. Pets or critters9. Alcoholic

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-65713460382007986792010-11-25T09:35:00.001-05:002010-11-25T09:38:31.540-05:00

This is the kind of writing I have been doing lately. A lot of it distantly correlates tt he Role Playing sessions I indulge in. Please enjoy this next piece.~*~Before you are the sands. Even now, in the fading hours of the day, the heat rolls off of it like rain off of oiled canvas. It caresses your face and pools in your heart like dark water after a flood. What is that feeling that stirs in

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-62503845820969690342010-11-23T09:55:00.004-05:002010-11-23T10:14:53.896-05:00

We all know that there are things about this upcoming season that have the potential to bring us down. Debt, family problems, employment (or lack thereof for some) the idea of not being about to buy gifts for the ones you love....Unfortunately, in these dark times, the list can go on FOR MILES, all depending on the individual contributing to the pile. what I will attempt to do in THIS post, is

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-38177278074244161182010-11-14T10:59:00.002-05:002010-11-14T11:19:52.983-05:00

So we have this girl at the hotel, works housekeeping. Due to the manager's recent random push to "give her employees recognition" (more on that later) she decided to revive the employee of the month program. This girl received it, for which we were all confused, but glad it was at least someone as sweet as her. Which was the first thing we did to ostracize her from the rest of her hispanic

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-62931419290707879552010-11-13T10:36:00.002-05:002010-11-13T11:06:32.688-05:00

What are the top five things people complain about? Lists of Grievances are as old as time and as ever: ignored. Mostly. So, what is it that hets under most everyone's skin? I've compiled a list of things that people usually fuss about and my own personal suggestions for taking deep breaths and looking past them. Granted, I'm sure the last two are more my personal gripes, but whatever, hehe. 1.)

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-7091519019287217132010-10-24T09:00:00.002-04:002010-10-24T09:05:22.222-04:00

No matter how many days off in a row you get, it never fails to dissapoint you all the more when you finally return to work. It's as if you thought the time would allow whoever was stioud to get smarter, or whoever was an asshole to develop a conscious. However - as much as a delight that would be - as well as an improvement on the quality of your life - it never happens. In fact, usually when

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-92228350049696318952010-10-15T10:29:00.002-04:002010-10-15T10:40:00.213-04:00

Enough of that mopeyness! The feeling is rising on the horizon, grinning with jack-o-lantern teeth and dark little skelleton eyes - The divine beauty of fantastical fun that is HALLOWEEN!!Ahh yes, the joyous time is nearly upon us! ALAS! I have myself a dilema!...WHAT AM I GOING TO BE? From last year I have a leftover Aviator, although I must dig up and discover the hat I purchased for it, as

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-50166413026782805842010-10-02T11:55:00.003-04:002010-10-02T12:34:35.676-04:00

I had an amazing post here and now it's gone.I hate life.

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-59001599191244845882010-09-21T12:54:00.002-04:002010-09-21T13:37:12.468-04:00

Ah! And so the progression of my life takes another step forward towards the void! *trumpets please.*I have recently become lucky enough (and thusly blessed by the gods) to receive the opportunity to work at one of the very best Haunted Outdoor Attractions on the East Coast! "Headless Horseman Hayrides" Here I come! Well - more likely Vini Vidi Vici... Whether it is spelled correctly or not.You

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-90910744658464407572010-09-07T10:56:00.002-04:002010-09-07T11:02:10.521-04:00

SO, funny story via HGI. I was doing housekeeping (like I do) and I get called into the office to listen to a 'really upsetting' message. And as we both listen in (myself in curiosity, my manager in complete outrage,) I hear a Mr. 'M' regale us with the tale of his stay.He claims everything seemed all right. He was satisfied with everything until he discovered that the mirror in his bathroom HAD

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-87791140180326295322010-09-04T09:07:00.002-04:002010-09-04T09:18:10.807-04:00

How do you measure Karma? How much is given before shit is taken away, exactly? Do I have to start walking old ladies across the street? Reading to orphans (Which would be fun, ad mittedly) or donating my lifesavings (which isn't much) to charities? Or am I at the point that only donating a kidney to a complete stranger will get me out of this miserable hole? Because I like my kidneys. Both of

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-65702087692745867512010-08-21T11:48:00.002-04:002010-08-21T12:37:56.225-04:00

How many of you have postulated for hours on a single amazing concept for your ideal job? I have many many interesting deliberations on the nature of my ideal small buisness - were I to own one. A B & B, a Comic Shop, a Summer Camp, a Gamer's lounge that wasn't a craphole, heck, I've even absently pondered selling snippets of rhyme on a street corner. Why not?Imagine how much nicer life would be

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-84068474064667718392010-08-11T08:50:00.002-04:002010-08-11T09:19:40.881-04:00

I am so happy right now. I have a place of my own, steady income, a man who loves me, creative outlets, and tons of friends and family nearby. Socially and mentally speaking I am fantastic. I have vivid dreams (haha) and fun ideas, I create worlds and peoples and I step into their shoes to unwind from reality. I get along with most of my co-workers, laugh and smile a lot, have wonderful neighbors

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-75757768849058520122010-08-10T09:42:00.002-04:002010-08-10T10:09:14.675-04:00

Tell me if you've experienced this.You work a few days in a row - about 5. Early morning, you wake up after a late night (Because when else will you be able to socialize?) The Am doesn't seem to agree with you, and you bicker back and forth to try and free your trembling and exhausted muscles. You bargain - I'll take a shower if you just relax? Or I'll eat some breakfast if you pry my eyes open a

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-60421551104557677092010-08-06T08:14:00.004-04:002010-08-06T08:46:47.197-04:00

Last night was a bad night. I suffer from an overactive imagination. I will constantly zone out to song imagining epic scenescapes, doodle on my front desk paperwork, hum nonsense to myself, and yes, even roleplay with others to escape this 'reality' around me. (The suffocating mass that it is.) It is not uncommon for me to jump at a shadow after I try to freak out the otherplayers, yelp at a bug

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Tales from the Shift. Though I enjoy regaling you with stories of the folly of my workplace, I feel it is somewhat overdone. Then of course, I discover I don't really have anywhere else to talk about, and end up doing it anyway. Like right now!Housekeeping is the bane of my existance. Yes. It is a large black dragon that sucks the life out of me and incinerates me with a belch just before

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I am not as eloquent as my friend who constructs the Imaginarium Terrarium. I don't find myself as interesting as the delightful mind behind The Continuation - The Conclusion. And I am most certainly not as savvy as Young, Broke and Married. As a matter of fact, I'm really not sure what it is i bring to Blogspot that would pull me out among thousands of like-minded individuals. There are tons

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-24143873113539378162010-07-17T16:41:00.002-04:002010-07-17T16:47:31.756-04:00

Prepare for a bit of rambling.When I suffer from a lack of sleep, I tend to let my mind wander where it shouldn't supposed to. I'm usually there to hold it's hand. But like a negligent parent - in mysleep deprived stupor, I don'teven think about where it is.Until It stumbles and falls down the stairs - or wanders outside. This is where the bizarre analogy ends though. Because when my mind falls

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It blossoms in the back of my minda thought like a solarflarelashing out and then slowly,like the lingering orb oflightafter the flash goes off,descends, and illuminatesand roilsand thrumsin the Earth at my feettrembling my bones againstcages of sinewmusclefleshbloodand meat.

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Not many of you read my blog, I understand. However, to those that do - let's take a moment to wish one of my greatest followers (The one, the only, the currently damaged but healing Flisser) A speedy, mostly painless, and drug induced recovery!This is a lesson.And I hate it that it takes a friend eating handlebars to wake us up, here. You see, a good portion of the time I find myself doing the

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So Yesterday was rough for me. I had work ('nuff said) and then I had to run over to my OTHER job before I ran back to the appartment, got a bottle of wine, then ran down to Garrison to see a (great) play at Boscobel. (Shakespeare, Naturally.) THEN Of course, after that, hope that I made it hope in enough time to have enough energy to hang out for a bit before I was required by my biological

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-55892168316063044112010-06-30T17:48:00.001-04:002010-06-30T17:52:43.377-04:00

Bear With me, Ladies and Jelly-spoons. Give this a once over and lemme know what you think.Be My guestThe People of the Hilton Garden Inn at FishkillBy Jessica MannaJune 30, 2010Potted plants, richly colored furnishings, high ceilings and lots of sunlight catch the eye first. It is pleasantly cool, and the lobby is almost as bright as the smiling face behind the front desk, greeting guests with a

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The hotel is rife with that non-chalant sort of pleasantness. People coming in and out with their own brand of plastic smile. Not that the sentiment isn't received well - we like the manners well enough - but sometimes it's just a bit too fake.It's a different face, different hair color and eye color, different body type, gender, fashion sense, shoe style, luggage brand, polo shirt, blue-tooth

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-73467750007354839082010-06-18T13:26:00.002-04:002010-06-18T13:47:42.275-04:00

I don't know why I'M nervous. I'M not the one getting married tomorrow. Sure, I have to do my little part, take some pictures, and be there of course, but WHY am I nervous? Geez, I suppose what they say about excitement being contagious must be true.Who wants to get married in this crowd? Any takers? Any star-struck couples romancing about a big party and fancy clothes? I'll admit, the girlish

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-37818725200880297502010-06-13T09:50:00.002-04:002010-06-13T10:17:00.112-04:00

I'm in a strange mood.Perhaps I should preface this entry with a disclaimor: I did not sleep particularly well last night. I would have been fine if it was JUST the lightning and Thunder. But it seemed to spook the racoons in our walls. So they had a party. Not to mention I am an irresponsible adult and stayed up until 2. (Which was partially an accident, and partially atributed to my short

Oruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08606384949609443480noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3283962142644373557.post-90403336311856626742010-06-12T10:35:00.005-04:002010-06-12T11:00:52.121-04:00

I had convinced myself that I had posted an entry last week about going on a set of trips. Apparently, that was merely a moment of sleep-deprived delusion, and I appologize for my absence.*Edit* I just now, AFTER I posted this up, SAW the post that was labeled "Trips" n the fourth. This is a note to Self: Obtain more sleep.*In any case, it is raining, and I watch it all from behind the front desk

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