Pesky Little Peeves

Every once in a while, a day comes along where al of your little pet peeves seem to line up and form a frontal assault on you. They have their swords and axes and their crazy barbarian faces, shouting obscenities in a language you can't understand, spittle flying and hair streaking behind them as they charge.

Today, I can see who is leading the charge: Ire Ealyfe'el Olde, the barrell-chested, broadsword wielding madman who takes three polearms, seven arrows and an axe to the chest and keeps trudging forward.

His second in comand is the Barbarian Queen: Sinko Dyrteedishez. Hands calloused, cracked and bleeding, with  a watery grin on her wrinklied face, a smell like a foul cross between rotten eggs and black mold trailing like a plague in her wake.

Lieutenants? They range in the hundreds, but as they close the distance towards me, I can pick out some more familiar faces. (My hand trembles with disgust but I grip my bow tightly. Maybe I an take some of them down from a distance?)

Narstyass Faycegryme, the layers of old-lady make-up peeling off and drifting on the air before settling like damp paper on the beaten earth. Her glasses sliding down the slick sheen of grease along her nose, and collecting on the little pads there for me to scrape off and clean.

Karmakin Funienoise, a bastard of technology sputtering and clicking, whirring and grinding at strange times to throw me off guard, and then lulling me into a false sense of security with feigned silence. No doubt one of his tires is about to blow, or a brake pad will fall off or perhaps... perhaps...

Knotmysh Itevereewhere, a broad, rolling fellow with random stuff falling off and littering the battlefield, making movement tricksome and covering up well laid traps. A clutter of garbage, plates, open food, and even (Oh the humanity) MY OWN THINGS removed from their rightful places and discarded along my path!

And who could forget The notorious twins, Monotynie & Inarut? When trying to avoid one, you run directly into the other! And if you were to finally avoid their masterful swings, you would go right into the clutches of:

Fyskal Responzablitee, the greatest swordsman of all time (seconded only my Mad MArdigan, whom I wish was fighting on my side.)

Arrows ready - Now I shoot!

Weird Day

It has always been interesting to me how differently I react to monotony.
On some days I love the certainty of my schedule - the routine is comforting. I can depend on certain things to happen at certain times, I can plan ahead, I can define my time in neat categories.

On other days I just want to walk out of work, get in my car, and drive in some direction for an indeterminite time, camp in the back seat and keep going. I want to go out to random seedy bars and make friends, I want to walk aroudn a library, I want to just GO. Anywhere. Somewhere else. I want to be spontaneous and fun and random.

There is always something to be said for the familiarity of home, and the calm assurance that rent is paid and we won't lose power, and when winter comes we'll have heat. I like knowing that I won't starve, and I won't die from some horrible disease, that I will have my medical needs seen to, as well as any other bill I have to pay.

But how satisfying would it be to take those bills, take them out back and burn them? Ditch the cellphone in the dumpster, cancel facebook and blogger and all those other sites, pack a backpack with extra socks and undies and a shit ton of quarters, a spare notebook and your life savings? HOw great would it be if I stopped outside your house like that, patted the passenger seat and said, "Take off the next week of work, we're going adventuring."?

It would be pretty good, right?

Well. Back to work then. I think I'm going to be sick.

Oru

The Zephyr IV Project

Some of you may remember a time when I had a whole bunch of tiny projects going. I had a comic (which is very much dead, thank you) and a serial sort of log book journal story thing from outer space.

Well, the second one - the intrepid story of Nora Greene aboard the Zephyr IV - has been given a Re-boot! I have started it again from the beginning, clean slate and new inspiration! I'd be honored if you deigned to give it a look over, follow its progress, and become a delighted fan. I love fans. I would want more of them, too.

By the way, I have a mouse. Well, we haven't caught it yet. It sneaks upstairs through the heat pipe from the first floor apartment and runs around. He is adorable. I shall call him Jerry. Cuz that is humorous to me.

Here, again, is the link for the Zephyr - also on the side column of this blog, too!

Adios Amigos!