Back in 2015 I made a list of ideas for things I wanted to do in MS Paint. After a while I forgot where I saved it, and a while after that I made a new one.
Some time between last year and the start of this one I found my old list. This is on the list, and I’m not sure what my thinking behind the idea was. Likely it was just the silliness of the imagery.
Started and finished today.
I hope you enjoy.
My stomach is turning and churning, and I can’t deal. It’s an unpleasant experience, let me tell you. I’d rather not be dealing with this, but now I must. I have no choice but to survive and keep going, but my stomach isn’t happy and it’s letting me know as loudly as it wants.
Booooo! Booooo, I say! This is a torment most heinous, and I have no idea what brought it on. I feel as though I’m gonna be dealing with this horrifying experience for a few more hours at a minimum, and I have no choice but to deal with it. I just want my stomach to stop twisting and turning and doing all this churning that it’s doing. I want to feel better, and I don’t, and I don’;t like it, and it’s not fun and I have to be at work whilst my stomach works hard to stop me from working.
I could rest, and perhaps I should rest. There will be none, however. I need to get to the end of the day before all of that, and I need to get to the end of the day in one piece, but I don’t know if that will happen. I do know, however, that my stomach refuses to settle, and perhaps that is something to go from… or something.
Sometimes sitting is hard. I know it’s hard when one’s stomach is upset. Not fun times. Not enjoyable. There is no relaxation when the digestive tract decides to poke you with a stick. There is no calm when your stomach is in a storm. There is no peace when there is something at war within you, and you can’t do much about it beyond the usual waiting it out and all that stuff.
Soon I return to my desk to keep on with the keeping on. I’ll have to do that soon as soon my break will end, and that’ll be the end of resting for me. Tomorrow something else will come along. Tomorrow the lack of rest will take over. Today there is no lack of rest.
What am I saying?
Yeah, I’ve nothing. The topic has worn itself out. What else can I say? I’ve dragged it out far enough, which I guess the same could be said for my stomach being upset. However, unlike this, that will continue beyond the target, and there’s not much that I can do about that right now.
I could probably induce vomiting or something, but no. Don’t want to have to deal with the affects of the after variety. Unpleasant times and all that.
So I’ll just sit here and keep moaning and complaining, and maybe something will change. Maybe something won’t, but maybe something will, and then I’ll be carried away to another location; one that involves comfort and rest and all those other things, and I’ll be set.
And at the end of the day, that’s all there is to say about my upset stomach.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:53:08
Eventually my stomach did settle, and I feel alright now, and ultimately it wasn’t a big deal.
Written at work.
Here’s the photo I used for yesterday’s image.
This was taken at the same time as these three photos.
Not sure why I didn’t share this one at the time, though I suspect that I wasn’t much a fan of it, or felt that I’d already shared enough. Something along those lines.
I hope you enjoy.
This is based off a photo I took last year, and I never shared it, but here it is…. in non-photo form.
Started and finished today.
I hope you enjoy.
I’ve shared photos of this bridge before, and I think I shared one that involved part of its reflection. Anyway, here’s a photo of part of it reflected.
This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s Monochrome Madness for this week. For this one Leanne has chosen a theme, and the theme is “Bridges“.
Participating is pretty straightforward and something I recommend. If you do, then include the tag “monochrome-madness” in your post. If not participating, then at the least check out Leanne’s photography as well as what other people submit.
I hope you enjoy.
One listen, though there was an early restart and a pause for a moment. One of those days. Anyway.
Another where I tried to throw myself in. I started thinking a bit too much about what I was writing in places, tried to get back on course. I think this turned out okay. There are parts where I feel I’m sticking to familiar words and I don’t think that helps, but overall the song is very lightly described.
Soil & “Pimp” Sessions’ “Tell a Vision” is from Man Steals the Stars.
I hope you enjoy.
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Keys rock back and forth in a steady swing. Something synth-like comes in – it could be more keys; it could be brass – and sort of drags and floats over the keys in its own pattern. Percussion and bass strike out in stabs, the synth lowers and the keys start rolling out whilst an audience applauds.
The rolling stops, only for the synth and percussion to let loose. The rolling returns and the bass marks moments here and there. There’s a wild gentleness here, and perhaps an exploration of ideas of beauty and looking to seek the profound.
Brass becomes apparent for some underscoring here and there, and sounds cycle and change whilst the keys and percussion remain steady.
All pulls back, leaving the keys to roll and rock back and forth, and the audience applauds, and they stop the rolling takes focus, shimmering in a dark. Then the beginning remains, and fades out as the song ends.
One listen.
Just threw myself in, didn’t try to aim for much beyond trying to describe the song. I think I did alright. Not great, but not bad.
Nitsua’s “Love From Sun to Moon” is from dayscape.
I hope you enjoy.
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A voice calmly announces it will be introducing people. Suddenly percussion cuts in and plays a steady, upbeat beat. Keys come in slowly rolling and filling out some extra space whilst more voice is heard for a brief moment.
The keys keep flowing and the beat keeps going, and it becomes apparent that bass is there too. How long has it been there? Perhaps not too long, but it plays along with and around the keys.
Another voice sings some words, and they seem like key words. They seem to be saying “Love is sweet”. Woodwind drifts in, takes some moments here and there, and disappears, and the singing returns for a moment. Then woodwind returns and flows around, and some rattling percussion has now come in, though perhaps it has been there for a while. Perhaps it just sort of seeped into view, and now it’s here.
The keys seem a bit livelier, though still “low”, and the woodwind seems be following suit. Suddenly there sounds like there’s a bit more space. The bass has pulled away, and the percussion sort of seems to become “choppy” for a brief moment. The bass returns and so does the sung vocals. The vocals take their brief moments to underscore and come through the other instruments.
Suddenly the percussion is left on its own, looping away to a point where it stops and the song ends.
Second time I photographed Ladyhawke and I managed to do a worse job than the first time. Still, I like some of the photos, such as the one below. It’s not great; I blew a lot of the lighting by not thinking, but I think the form and motion still works.
This is my submission into the three hundred-and-sixteenth Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. The theme for this one is “Destination: Fun“.
Gigs often are fun. Not always, but often, and so was this one.
The host of the Lens-Artists challenges cycles weekly between the following people:
Egídio is curating this one. The next one is curated by Tina.
I recommend participating in the challenges as they provide a fun way to interpret theme. If not participating, then at least you should still check out what others of the Lens-Artists community are submitting.
I hope you enjoy.
Imagine something. Imagine that something and imagine it taking you to somewhere else, and how does that all go anyway? Where does it go? How does it lead you to wherever else you feel you’d need to progress to in order to progress to the days and the stars, and everything else that you felt reasonable and unreasonable on a burning paradise that is the last remainder of your success, but really it’s a melting testament to all that you destroyed in order to obtain a brief moment that you, ultimately could not share.
At the same time it stands as a chance to break free, and perhaps make amends whilst accepting that you can’t rebuild all bridges. You may have a second chance, or you ma go down with your excess.
You know, this was meant to be a bit of a rambling about the nature of toxic culture, and obsession, and hype aversion, and instead of going into that I start with something that’s way, way too dramatic for what I want to write.
And now that’s I’ve written that, I’ve derailed my whole thought process. What am I doing? Where am I going with this? Is this truly the path to success? I don’t know. Do I care? I don’t care. I don’t know. Maybe I do.
So I guess what I should really be doing is getting this back on track, but I don’t think I can. I don’t think I can go that way and do it and all that jazz.
Now I’m wasting time, and I’m reclining and resisting the urge to fall asleep. Not enough sleep and that puts me on a precarious edge. I don’t know if I’ll fall off or stay up, but I need to stay up for about three… or rather, seven hours. Cannot fall asleep at such a critical juncture.
I feel useless at the moment. Wrote something dramatic, failed to write something boring, didn’t want the former, can’t get into the latter and now I’m just rambling on into a ditch. Even one of the people that I work with has noticed that I’m feeling useless. Not great. Could be worse, however. AT least I can keep going; I’ve got that going for me. Just need to actually keep on going.
Need to not be typing so loudly also. Just need to keep on pushing on, and I’m nearly there and I’ll get there and continue on into success. I will continue on into the sunrise and find my way to the top of my monument, but with all those people that I want to bring along with me. All those people who supported me along the way.
And hopefully no burning or melting and then trying to rebuild bridges. I don’t want to go through that. I think it’s too much for me right now; especially when I want to be forming bonds and strengthening them.
But you never know with these things, unless you do.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:22:77
Bit of a weird writing.
Written at work.
Wattles as seen in the light of the sunrise. From what I remember, there was enough of a breeze to make capturing this bit of the plant with this particular framing a slight challenge. Had to be patient and had to be quick. I think it worked out.
I hope you enjoy.
Stupidity Hole 