http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:silverwingsoffire&section=today deviantART RSS for by:silverwingsoffire en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Sat, 19 Dec 2009 23:36:32 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/28492087/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/28492087/ Sat, 21 Nov 2009 16:07:12 PST So, asides from the extra ticket...the people who did WANT to come...we had a totally rad time listening to King read from 'Under the Dome'...and then listen to him and Cronenberg discuss writing novels, screenplays, direct movies, politics...etc. BTW, King invented Bush. And oh ja, 'bullshit' is now an adjective...just you wait Oxford will have 'bullshitty' and be like:

19/11/09
origin; Stephen King's response to Cronenberg talking about the unconscious.
/adjective/
- referring to the collective unconscious

example:
'It's just a load of bullshitty crap!'



They were really interesting to listen to, especially when Cronenberg was all blee blee blah blah...[insert large words and vast vocabulary], and Stephen King would break out these new words and allude to Sarah Palin.

It is my goal to be able to see/meet as many authors as I can in settings like this. It's really intriguing to hear them talk, as opposed to read what they write about.

Hope you lot are doing well!

FECK, am I ever drained. Gonna go watch a flick with my fiends. Have a great weekend, loves!

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/28435870/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/28435870/ Wed, 18 Nov 2009 16:01:33 PST no wonder I'm such a misanthrope sometimes!

You don't ask ANYTHING of people, you just say hey 'You wanna come see Stephen King and Cronenberg' on this date and time?' And they say yes, so you buy up the tix stat...then a few times pre-event you send out friendly reminders. No objections, rie?

WRONG. The day before, to confirm shit they come up with some bullshit excuse. Funny, 'cause I TOTS do not recall such words being said. I really wouldn't give a shit if they told me earlier...but noooooooooooooo, they wait the day before. RLY. People suck, sometimes. They do. I keep on saying I can't rely on anybody anymore, yet I say it's just human error. Lame. Tomorrow's gonna be so kickass they wish they weren't such douches.


//end rant



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/28096243/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/28096243/ Sun, 01 Nov 2009 20:30:16 PST Hey there deviants and fiends alike, how're you lot? Hope all is well. And that you had a fab weekend, be it filled with halloween tidings or not. :]

I wonder what has caught on...today happens to be the day that 04860478 people are writing. Myself, being one of them. I think it's funny that people are convinced it's for NaNowRimo...but the timing is just incredible. I don't recall the exact reason for this journal...except to say hi, I guess.

Lates!




]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/27198848/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/27198848/ Sun, 13 Sep 2009 19:51:15 PDT it has been much too long, I have yet to re-ascertain my devious activity upon this site...for now what meagre means of it I can still muster lie upon the book of faces. In any event, I hope all my lovely watchers/fellow devs are doing well. Perhaps, when I'm not so lazy...or unmotivated I'll reclaim what once was...and that's me being hella optimistic.



Summer's ending, yet the sun it still shining on and the weather is gorge...we haven't had too much of a summer so this delta is always nice.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/25683115/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/25683115/ Wed, 01 Jul 2009 21:05:07 PDT Yes, and now you're wondering...why the same title? True enough..it's trip number two...and the last one for SOME time post this bout of travelling. Off to the UK on the morrow's night...for almost two weeks...so HOPEFULLY I shall return with some newfound inspiration and some picciess you can live vicariously through....or just be spammed with in your inboxes.

lovelies, I really wish I was a hell of a lot active on here...who knows...perhaps things will DELTA.

Take care and hope you're all doing well.
Enjoy, July!

:]



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/24467408/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/24467408/ Mon, 27 Apr 2009 17:02:39 PDT Hey guys, been a while I know...but the thing I mostly adore about these journals is the certain lack of spectators about here...seeing as I can't write stuff anywhere else...and it really is just a place for me to be enthralled or disappointed about stuff. I dunno. It seems this thing we call creativity has not found its way to me in some time, but I respect that. Work's been busy. I've been seeing people when I can...or been sick and useless at home..slumming it from work to watch ubergoryawesome Norwegian horror flicks...and then going to see some actual comedies.

I hope everyone is doing well, and are all embracing this lovely and glorious sun that shunned us only until now. I forgot how lovely it is when everything is painted in viridian. I can't say green anymore, it's such a general term. You need to be specific about these kinda thing yo.

Anyways, so work's been pretty chaotic...capital C and it's not always so bad...it's just a total bummer/drag when you have to see so many sick animals come and go...some which get better and that's lovely...and then others who just kinda fade with time. Heartworm season just started finally, it seems...cause before it was bloody snowing and it's hard to explain to people about your animals getting bitten by mosquitos/fleas/ticks/mites...when it's winter-y out...well, now people are flocking in...and sometimes, it's not as organized as one likes...but whatever we make do.

That asides, I've been alrie I guess. Can't complain really...seeing that we're seeing Opeth in less about a week! NiN the following month, Incubus in July...and Porcupine Tree is back in September, baby. I'm so psyched. But have you lot ever had any problems with buying tix for people for shows and shit...and they pussy/bail out pretty much last minute? I don't fucking get that. I was so fucking pissed, I mean...how hard is it to check your bloody calendar and be like, oh I have my thesis do..or I won't be in town...or whatevs...and if you don't know right away...can't you let people know like IN ADVANCE? Fuck, I hate this. It's terrible, I'm so disappointed. I wanted to go with these people; now it's gonna be my sis...her friends - who she doesn't even really wanna hang out with - and then hopefully a friend of mine..but I don't understand why there is always this drama revolving around this shit. I mean, I do things for people...and they repay me by me not being able to count...no, depend on them. How am I supposed to deal? It's lameass shit, I know..but apparently it effects me enough to need/want just talk these words at people...it doesn't make me feel better...it just makes me upset. If I can't count on you on this little thing, how am I supposed to count on you when I really need you the most? What irks me more, is the fact that this is NOT THE FIRST FUCKING TIME. Everytime. GAH.

I just wanna see these shows and rock outtt...it's hard to look forward to such things when people suck. No wonder I'm such a misanthrope most of the time.

Alrie, hope you guys are well.
Later.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23920822/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23920822/ Fri, 27 Mar 2009 17:05:09 PDT I've not really felt inspired of late, I don't know whether it's the weather or what...or my lack of containing the energy to go out and paint the town red...or sparkly blue or shiny black, for that matter...but I'm tired. And I don't know how to leave this state of mind; it's like my brain is set on auto-pilot and thinking outside the box sends a jolt of electricity through me - kinda like negative reinforcement.

I NEED A NEW SCENE! I do, since HN...I'm dying to explore new lands and shit. I feel confined. I dunno, I'm in such a lackofsleep mood..I dunno what the fuck I'm saying. ROFL.

My blood could run cold
and I could lose all circulation
as you tighten that grip
you have around my neck.

You're my halo,
and yet your ring
tightens ever so slightly
around my throat and any
good that could come of
this, dies.


That's all I got, I dunno what it is. I wanna poke N. out of his coma..and kickstart the creativity...but I'm afraid I'm too drained. I'm even running low on the sarcasm meter. I KNOW, schocking!

CAUTION: entry might contain tons of spelling/grammar errors due to lack of energy and tons of apathy to them. XD

Enough insane ranting on this end, how're you lot?!



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23576930/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23576930/ Sat, 07 Mar 2009 15:16:27 PST and shout 'SAVE US!'
<sub>...and I'll whisper 'no'.

Hey my fellow devious bunch! How do you lot fair? I hope it's well, I have no complaints concurrently...that although I've had some lack of sleep this weekend thus far, no bother. Glad I was up long enough to take in the entirety of the masterpiece known as 'Watchmen'. It was truly beyond anything I ever hoped for, and I would like to view it again [and again and again and again...] it's a very heavy movie to watch right away.

And now, anyways! Just got back from this Live @ the Met thing they have going on in select Cineplex theatres, I'm presuming you lot have it too? If not, let me explain. A few years ago, to introduce the world of opera to people who don't have time, money or ability to flock to performances...the Neubauer foundation set up a way to bring the opera to people. They have live viewing via satellite right at the time of the show itself, and an encore. Thusly, the flexbility and affordability of such tickets makes for high demand. We just saw Madame Butterfly, and I can honestly say I've never had that type of an impact on me theatre-wise ever. It is a beautiful tragic story of betrayal..and it was told with amazing vibrant costumes and the art of Kabuki and 16th century style Japanse puppets add to such a story wonderfully. It truly, left me speechless. I'm utterly picky when it comes to such things, seeing as the first one I saw was 'Lady Macbeth' - different variation, modernized to take place in some parallel to a type of war and I wasn't as impressed with the singing and acting as I was here. So, I strongly urge you lot who adore theatre and arts and all that junk to if you can, take advantage of this oppurtunity. Next season they say has in store, Carmen and Aida! Which are both high on the list.

Enough yammering.
I gotta EAT, damn that performance was hella long.</sub>




]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23123493/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23123493/ Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:27:23 PST I never even dreamed this would ever happen, thanks a lot for taking such an interest in my pseudo-intellectual/artistic junk. Referring to this discovery:
[link]

:]

And an uberduberdankeschun to those who've supported my work through the years and continue to inspire me on a regular basis...couldn't have done it without you! You know who you are!





]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23063571/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/23063571/ Sat, 07 Feb 2009 14:50:42 PST It feels like it's supposed to be spring out there, yet the wind wails like a banshee. I'm almost expecting a raven to be crying 'nevermore' and some knocking 'on my door. Gut thing I don't know anyone named 'Lenore'. It just feels like some mysterious novel-rendition of a 'dark and stormy night'. Although, storm? Nein. Just bleak and grey. Spring peeks its head in and Ol' Man Winter runs after the little girl with his icicle-woven ruler. Scolding her to march right back up to her room. It's like a battle of the seasons out there. It's going to be Ol' Man Winter and his Icy Wrath soon, I think. And it makes me sad...as I miss palm trees.

So, to get rid of all this grey and psuedo-photography I'm going to apologize for the sudden surge of all things lush in nature that will now flood upon here. I don't think anyone will mind, though. And as for the pics? The reason behind this surge of photo-narcissism is because I think the lens/shutter is fucked on my cam. I don't think I should have taken it kayaking. 'cause the optical zoom seems to be fine. But the digital zoom is blurry as fuck.

LOL, I might be hyperbolizing. I've not even had it for 6 months yet. And to be honest, I've not yet mastered all its features...either. So, I'm gonna stop this trivial worrying and sift through palm trees again. Enjoy. :]

On another note, I lacked sleep this night due to waking up early to purchase OPETH TIXXXXXXX so it was worth it. That is all.

How're you lot?!


]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/22921308/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/22921308/ Sat, 31 Jan 2009 10:47:58 PST As you all may[not] have noticed I'm hella behind on the devwatch front...


...and on submitting shit here...

and on checking my bazillion messages...

and..and...and..

[othercrapIdon'tremembercoherently].

I swear Morpheus and Chronus are working in league against me...first I have time, but REMs are sweet [but short]...then REMs are adequate but time is almost non-existant.

I'm tired as hell, but sleep is a wry little bitch that smirks in my direction luring me in only to shove me against the pavement. And Chronus is like some hellish demon that gives my tasks that need to be done something similar to what Cisiphus suffers with.

WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?!

It's stupid, and this is doing nothing on either mythological front...but heck..how the fuck are all of you lot?!?!

-shamelessly deleting all my devwatch junk just so the tabula will be RASA again-



[link] = pretty much sums up what I'm feeling rie now. LOL.

get back to you amicable beings whence I've dusted off the soot and pieced myself together again. xD



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/22516867/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/22516867/ Sun, 11 Jan 2009 01:08:47 PST I find myself once more enjoying the company of silence, that keeps me warm. There is just something so profound about it that lets a billion thoughts burst forth...but it's too much. The pensive behaviour keeps me silent, although I say little...within the hamster on the wheels mercilessly turning them over and over again.

Sleep, oh why must you be such a vile and unattainable creature? I honestly think that it is teasing me for a purpose, but for what I cannot even begin to fathom.

What purpose is this that denies my body of the rest it craves, a week in the tropics was so relaxing...and then I come back to [sub]zero and total insanity, or time that refuses to stand still. Ach, what to do?

To give in I suppose, let my energy be seeped away unil finally withered and worn I'll just float into a pre-R.E.M. sequence.

[ps: I'm back!]

:]

Hope your hols went well and you lot rang in the new year with style, deviousfolk!

Hola 2009, let's make it a gooder.
[the slate is blank once more, yearning to be scribbled upon]

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/22244727/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/22244727/ Sun, 28 Dec 2008 14:50:23 PST Hey there deviantlings! Been forever...and what? A year? Hahaha, I forget why I write stuff on here sometimes. Oh well, nothing really to say 'cept I'm leaving for the Honduras for a week on vaca. I intend to get lots of sun, and salty brine...and perhaps some inspiration to give life to this dusty page of mine. ;] :relaxing:

Hope all of your lot hols went well and you're all eagerly anticipating the arrival of the new year. Please, be merry and [giddy] if you prefer and ring it in with all the bells and whistles!

Try not to miss me -too- much and I'll try not to miss you lot -muchly-. But, see ya in a week or so.
Take care and all that jazz.



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/18148627/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/18148627/ Sat, 03 May 2008 12:25:56 PDT I haven't been in a mosh pit for years...and a few days ago it was the most insane, unbelievably amazing thing ever. I don't know what it is about pits that is so goddamn addicting. Not to mention that the bands were fucking amazing. I'm really glad I got to see both Children of Bodom and Megadeth. We were JUST IN TIME for Bodom...missed out on High on Fire and Job for a Cowboy because there really was no point in going for them. In Flames played after Bodom...and since the pit was so infectious...we dove right back in, although I've not listened to IF in years. They were okay, I guess...it's sunny moshing to songs you've not heard in eons. But, I didn't care at that point...as my friend came late for Bodom so we felt bad and went in willingly. Lol. The fucking stupid security dude was such an ass...she got there, I handed her the ticket over the turnstile - cause they wouldn't let you leave and come back...otherwise. And he's all 'It's not working!' She was freaking out, and I was freaking out yelling 'THIS IS THE LAST FUCKING SONG!!!!' He turns to her after and grins maliciously, 'Just kidding.' JUST AS THE MOTHERFUCKING SONG ENDS/. OMFG, what a fuckin' asshole...I hope he falls down the stairs and breaks one of those ugly teeth someday.


So anyways, back to pit. I am covered in bruises. Someone almost landed on my nose...my hair got caught in other peoples' hands and junk. It was just so bloody exhilirating. I can't describe it...or well, I can try...I think my 'Black Metal Angel' piece kinda explains it. Hahaha, so anyways! My friend lost her shoe...and we spent the latter of the show looking for it whilst moshing and trying not to die...we got crushed and almost trampled on if these dudes didn't lift us up and then stabilized us until we could stand on our own feet. Ah, pit courtesy...hell we returned the favour when this guy was crowd-surfing..and he was just so heavy that he almost fell...we were clinging to his hand for dear life so he wouldn't get crushed. Hahaha. Anyways! The shoe, so Megadeth almost finished their set...when we were gonna leave so not to get trampled in the crowd after it ended...so we found some random dude's shoe...and were going to leave but ethics caught up with her and she decided to abandon it and keep looking. So many people were trying to help us find it...one guy felt so bad he handed us his joint and said 'this'll make you feel better'. LOL. Anyways, eventually she found it as there was this titan pile of shoes by the stage. Magically, reunited!

I don't know what else to say about the show other then it was fucking awesome and that I can't wait till the 24th when we see Opeth and will be blown away and mosh like hell there. Hahaha. I can't wait to go back again.

There is just something so genuine about being in a mosh pit, you can get all that pent-up frustration/anger/energy out in a healthy manner...if only to emerge with some souvenirs...try not to lose a tooth like buddy did. OY. There is just something RAW and amazing about it, that you won't be able to understand...until you're immersed in that sea of writhing bodies. You're almost enchanted by the sound coming from the stage...you're bowing down to these Music Gods...who tower over you...as you just lose yourself in their riffs, chords, solos and spell-binding vocals that leave you screaming for more.

Enough obsessing. How's everyone? :]

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/18053944/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/18053944/ Sun, 27 Apr 2008 11:53:55 PDT when people go ahead and show you their 'true colours' it's




really fucking ugly.







I just had no idea....people I know so well can act in such a manner. And it makes me sad.








****

Regardless, my weekend has been chaotically awesome. I love the chaos...thrive on it...what?


It's snowing in fucking Manitoba...and we have full out summer...I'm gonna drift along and count these sunny skies. And cherish them.

Can't wait till Gigantourrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.


]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/18013667/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/18013667/ Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:01:33 PDT comes a signal, though faint...it echoes for miles and miles scouring for presence of other life forms. Indeed, we all feel the need to be completely shut out from the world at times...but when is it -too- much? And when is the time to re-integrate ourselves with those 'friends' that are good to have around? Of course, I'm speaking in terms that do not imply any negativity in any of these directions...it's just hard to make time for one another when Father Chronus simply is a fucking bastard - to put it bluntly.

Plain enough, I miss people...and it turns out people notice! Hahaha, I mean this is the busiest season of the year as work goes..hence my lack of coherrent sentences followed by a series of grunts and subtle hand gestures...

I'm just sooooooooo tired. And I sleep, wake up rejeuventated and end my day the same way again only to start it up again. We're like worker bees it seems, I swear I'm gonna have calluses on thumb soon from all the blood-letting I've been doing. You'd think by now it's a second nature...but you actually need to put effort into it.

Ah, speaking of lack of coherrence I've just completely lost all insight as to the reason of this journal...so please just go out for a smoke or loiter about aimlessly whilst I recollect my thoughts.

My creativity is drained again, as one can see. However, it doesn't seem to cause the least bit of ire...perhaps it's because of the whole I'm too tired to do shit. Hahaha, that includes make an effort and see people..or well, when I have time everyone else is busy! Go figure.

I miss my friends, and some of them are leaving for predetermined periods of time especially this summer. One's off to Korea and the other's off to Paris for several months...and I feel terribly guilty for not taking the time out to see them...so, now comes the weekend where I must see both in one evening even. It's going to be chaotic, but fun.

I love the serenity of the calm hours of the night where I can lie curled up and sensely barracade my brain with useless knowledge from the telly. It's such a good break to watch movies or smart sitcoms...that the very mere idea of interacting with others doesn't even creep about.

And, to be -perfectly- honest...it feels like these days I've got less to say to people...so the conversation is strained at the very least. Perhaps, I've just been dwelling in my own narcissistic thoughts for too long. Perhaps.

:insertsighingemotehere:

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17944698/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17944698/ Sun, 20 Apr 2008 13:15:26 PDT Hey everyone, hope everyone is having a happy 4/20....I'm still counting down to the minute. Hahaha. I'm so punctual it's disgusting. ;]









]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17888197/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17888197/ Wed, 16 Apr 2008 21:13:04 PDT Hey, how're all the dAfolk doing...hope everyone's doing well. I'm really tired..work's been a bit too busy to leave any room for creativity...but come the change of season it'll creep back probably.

Till then, no more pensive-ness and junk...

Read, The Prestige.


That's all, I suppose...a rather pointless entry...now that I come to think of it.



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17198746/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17198746/ Wed, 05 Mar 2008 16:54:24 PST It's funny how you sometimes don't really dwell on words until one day they make sense, I mean sure lyrics/phrases/quotes can stick with you and embed themselves deep enough in your mind....

But, have you actually lived through a set of words...literally? Sure, this entry title might confuse you...but for me it feels like today's been just like that. I mean, I'm corporeal and junk, pinched myself to make sure.

Work wasn't bad, kinda interesting...this is where I can skip all the gory details and sum it up to being a surgery to remove bladder stones. But, then I got home and I just don't know...faded into the background. It's weird, I'm usually one of those who breaks from the background and bursts through the film that keeps a case betwixt the two. Yet, today...I've felt ordinary. I'm sorry for the abuse of the ellipsis power.

Anyways, I've felt ordinary. As in however much of a cliche this may be, like I was watching myself on auto-pilot. I think it's lack of sleep or something, but whatever the hell it is it's freaking me out. I'm not used to this direct mould, and I'm sorry if I sound pretentious...but I don't know how else to describe it.

Sure, I've heard that being unique is like being like everyone else..but I don't care if it's that. It's like an out-of-body experience and I barely recognize this person that's walking around in my shoes, in my path.

I've only ever been on autopilot a few times and that was when I needed to function like a normal human being even post lack of sleep/too much inebriation and the like...but this is different.

It's surreal, I feel like I'm trapped in a Dali painting. Hopefully, I'll just ride this weird state out and then I'll be part of the foreground.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17043453/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17043453/ Sun, 24 Feb 2008 14:18:09 PST I don't know what's going on this weekend but things don't seem all too great. I mean, not with me...but with the people that I know. It totally drags me down to see them like this, and I hope it passes. Sometimes, I need to drown myself in these lyrics and I just don't know what to do right now. It's really frustrating. And I can't find words enough for it.

I'm just going to play this song over and over and over until I can get over this dismal day. Gosh. This fucking sucks.

I'd like to close my eyes and go numb
but there's a cold wind coming from
the top of the highest high-rise today.
It's not a breeze cause' it blows hard.
Yes and it wants me to discard the humanity I know,
watch the warmth blow away.

So don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow old.

So do you think I should adhere to that pressing new frontier?
And leave in my wake a trail of fear
Or should I hold my head up high
and throw a wrench in spokes by
leaving the air behind me clear

So don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow.

So don't let the world bring you down.
Not everyone here is that fucked up and cold.
Remember why you came and while you're alive
experience the warmth before you grow old.

Before you grow old.
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Where did it go?
Where did it go?

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17034980/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/17034980/ Sun, 24 Feb 2008 01:59:57 PST I swear that none of these allitertations have NOTHING to do with Dexter withdrawal...but, it seems I'm here instead of shleeping...which I must do now with post haste! There were some kinda thoughts I wanted to share, but alas my subsconscious is now battling with my conscious and distracting any chance of that happening....so, I bid thee a gutten nacht.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16890213/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16890213/ Thu, 14 Feb 2008 20:43:54 PST Dude, I feel like such a hypocrite whining about I contribute NOTHING to this site...and then write something worth posting here the next day! GAH!

Moving on, nothing terribly profound floating 'bout inside the cerebrating machine as of now...just a complete and genuine exhaustion. We got back from travelling like a week ago and it seems I was waaaay delayed with the whole jet-lag bringing me down. No worries, it too shall pass. And it's funny how clicheed that sounds...aka LOTR spoofs.

Hm, what to share? What to share? It's been snowing like hell, lately. I swear Ol' Man Winter just decided to take a shit right on top of this city last week...and they promise some more later on. I mean, come on snow's rad and all that jazz...well, depends on the context, but srsly...don't you think this is enough?

I've no ability to muster anymore thoughts The Day watch calls.

Hahaha, puns...[not] intended.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16558143/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16558143/ Thu, 24 Jan 2008 20:32:10 PST To be completely honest, I've felt that my presence of dA lately has been quite useless. I don't check my comments, I don't reply to any of them...kinda...sorta...don't. I don't check all my deviants that I watch and clearly am amazed by their work with the watchlist I have. I don't post good poetry. I don't post interesting journal entries.

But who the fuck cares, anyways?

I'm off to Austria tomorrow night...mayhaps a change of scenery will change the inspirational quota a beetle, hmm?

Life the lot of you as always, have a wicked week. I'll [maybe] have photos and junk to share whence I return.

So till then, I bid the lot of you a fond adieu.




]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16452401/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16452401/ Thu, 17 Jan 2008 21:06:34 PST So, there are just things that have gotten me pondering today. As per usual, however I'm perpetually pondering something no matter how big or small it is. I seriously think my brain never rests, not even once...except when I err and then it just freezes, much like a computer glitch of some kind. Regardless of the pondering...

This is [yet ANOTHER cliche for your reading pleasure], the whole bit of lives being fragile... Now, I understand that people say things like that [whether they mean it or don't] all the time. It's funny how those who are living yearn for death and in turn those dead [metaphorically] wish to be living. Just another paradox we call Homo sapiens.

I mean, I work with lives everyday and sometimes they're even small enough to hold in my hand and other times they are big enough so I can wrap my arms about them. They breathe, the sleep, they bleed, they vocalize and have a mulititude of feelings. So, their lives may not be exactly that paradox which I just mentioned...but they are just like us. They may have a different structure and various anatomical differences that which suit their needs for living.

Think about it, how many times do we go through life and don't think twice about being alive. Corporeal, and exchanging gases in the atmosphere through our lungs by permeable membranes and whatnot?

This isn't a preachy sort of collection of thoughts, it just asks us to take a step back and think how can we even think about dying when we live for every day? It's bizarre to think we would want to end these life processes and if we are not [satisfied, or unsettled] by something how can be possibly aim to fix things by ending it all? Physically, are we really at peace when riggor mortis settles in? Or are we fooling ourselves that that grand illusion is the escape that we need.

Everyday we go through life, wanting to escape. Maybe not right now, maybe three years ago. Maybe five months ago, maybe a decade from now. Why do we feel the need to want to escape who we are and long and yearn and desire the life of another. If we hate ourselves so goddamn much then why don't we change?

It's not hard, if you think about it. Destroy your possessions, move away, break relationships, start new ones, disappear from here and reappear as someone completely different. Why do our personalities have to be so fixed? If the human race has gone through a drastic evolution...then why can't we go through a metamorphosis ourselves? Individually and not as a race but as a human being.

Sure, we're born, sure we cry, then we laugh, get angry, become envious, fall in love, fall out of love, fall into ourselves, fall into society...but that doesn't mean we necessarily have to follow a set regime. We can make our own bloody rules, fuck the handbook. There is none. Don't buy into that useless self-help crap. HELP YOURSELF. The first step is saying, hey...fuck this, let's tabula rasa this bitch and start from scratch again.






Now it feels like these ramblings have become pretentious and even full of no sense at all. Well, get used to it! Life's FULL OF CHAOS. So why not start with our cerebratory skills? I know I have.




Damn, I find books really make me think more about shit and opens my eyes in ways I've never even noticed before. I think I read TOO much between the lines.

You guys HAVE TO READ The Book Thief by Markus Zusak. Just do it. You'll love it.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16021309/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/16021309/ Thu, 20 Dec 2007 21:46:38 PST The name of this entry might not even fit what I'm trying to convey across, but I'll use it because it is both aesthetically pleasing and kind of makes sense.

Think of shadows though, they conform to anything and are an absence of light...although when you add the stars into the mix it makes these unreal, glittering transformations on a pretty mundane background...walls, ceilings, floors.

Once again, I'm not trying to come across as ethereal but I find that people as we've discussed earlier about my fascination with facets then there also lies my fascination with the anti-thesis. Namely speaking of the black and white. So today, I felt kind of black not to sound like a clichee of a thousand and five troubled souls, no I don't mean like that. Like, when one time I can be completely white [bright, you get the deal]....and then I can be utterly dark that it makes my head spin and I'm forced...or possessed by that darkness that craves to be released [fuck, that's a clichee within itself]. I can't explain it, I guess it's the other side of human nature?

Regardless, these were the thoughts running through my head upon a cold winter's eve. I've come to realize I can be completely fucking lazy and forget to actually proofread my devs of late..so bare with me until I actually find the motivation to fix these up.

Anyways, so I'd post these pseudo-intellectual thoughts as I don't know where else to place them...here.


Why do we always have to try so hard? So busy with keeping score of where our lives lie, against others'.

When did we feel this innate idea that we have this large black marker in our minds that meticulously notes everything never missing a thing?

Where this stress come from? Society's pressures bear down on our fragile, wavering mortal souls.

Why do we let people show us how to live our lives? Why do we need to be so goddamned concerned that our friends make more money than we do? And measure everything in these useless soul-stealing possessions that we obsess over claiming hypocritically we don't give a shit and then bitch and moan when we lose our favourite watch.

Its earthly price is nil, we should not measure happiness with the amount of money we spend announcing that we are still apathetic about these materialistic detriments.

It's no wonder we suffocate in our possessions and yet, turn to different and better ones with that extra button to make us suffer even more in turn making us lazier than we were to begin.

Why can't we be fucking happy as is, sure you've gone through shit that I can't even begin to understand but hey what you've lived through might have been the very same thing that could have killed me.

So, stop your fucking whining. Everyone has their shit to deal with. When the hell did this become a pissing contest over whose shit stinks worse? In the long run, it's just shit and all you need to do is get off your lazy ass and clean it up. Take a bag and toss it because by the time you're through cleaning it up another piece of shit will somehow drop in the stead of the other.

GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD TOGETHER AND LIVE LIKE A FUCKING HUMAN BEING.

Fuck sins.
Fuck the word that defines its act.
Fuck the book that tells us what's wrong and what's right.
Fuck the bible.
Fuck the torah.
Fuck the qu'ran.
Fuck kaballah.
FUCK RELIGION.
Fuck words, they have no fucking meaning.
Fuck any sense of morals, why the hell should there be a definition as to what is considered 'right' or 'wrong'
Fuck fear.
Fuck sadness.
Fuck happiness.
Fuck love.
Fuck lust.
Fuck hatred.
Fuck racism.
Fuck indecision.
Fuck prejudice.
Fuck war.
Fuck peace.

What does it even mean? You'll never be fucking happy. NEVER. You know why? Because it's the human condition to be the greedy little fucker you are...to be the greedy little fucker I am. You may once find something and think you're happy, but in truth you're only lying to yourself you narcissistic son of a bitch. We'll always be alone, ALWAYS. There's nothing you can do to escape the fact as we can never be happy with what we have, we will always want more even though we have the entire world at our fingertips and so we will go on obsessively wanting these [un]attainable things forever and then we die. SO WHAT? We died unsatisfied.

You know what?
Go FUCK YOURSELF.
And after you've cleaned up, come back over here and fuck me. Because whether you like it or not I'm going to fuck you sooner or later.

Why's being a conscious being so fucking hard? Because these questions bury in somehow when you're not looking and start to eat away what we consider our humanity and the only bloody way you'll... ]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/15961239/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/15961239/ Sun, 16 Dec 2007 15:09:32 PST So, it's been snowing since yesterday and again I'm fighting a losing battle with my voice...and no herre dokteur was closed today so we shall what shall come of this...but you know what completely nestled itself before me?

Thanks to my lovelies with discussing things from everyday life, nature and throwing in a smattering of greek mythology in the mix...and the very healthy obsession I have with the ocean...I think I may have written a something that my fellow poetical dokteur and I connected. LOL, ja du...mein herre.
XD

Regardless, sorry...it's something I really actually like...and enough about my yammering of logophilicism and whatnot...how're you lot?!





]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/15248683/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/15248683/ Sat, 27 Oct 2007 19:54:06 PDT Yup, hit another rut...you'd think that with seeing a show as brilliant as that and the gradual change of season would be enough to stir any logophillic tendencies of any kind? But, alas...this is where you are wrong. Everything that comes to me...whether it's a fragement, idea, comment, thought or unfinished work is written down in a spiffy little pingu notebook given to me by for one of my earlier birthdays. SRSLY, if you want to give a writer something as a gift...think words or anything that can capture them inside instead. Truly the best gift, of the writing sort. Haha.

So many ideas! Work's becoming a part of me so I don't have time to be inspired...well maybe some weekends and evenings with the help of Father Chronos. So, I can tell all YOU lot are doing well with your inspirations...as my inbox NEVER ceases to be empty. So, keep it up and sprinkle some my way if you've got more than enough for yourselves.

Take care lovelies, have a wunderbar weekend and a terror-iffic halloween.




]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/15095494/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/15095494/ Tue, 16 Oct 2007 23:48:56 PDT
[more on this when sleep has been had]

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/14971618/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/14971618/ Mon, 08 Oct 2007 13:53:31 PDT Hello everyone, long time no see. I would usually take the time out of way especially to make up countless excuses for my lack of updating as frequently as I used to, but hey I'm only human and I don't have a clone...so we got to take things one step at a time, hmm?

And as the world grows older, the cliches seem more stale. Is there nothing original left? Are we just replicating time and time again different versions of the same exact thing? With a different perspective, aspect, angling the situation...tilting the frame a little more each day just to keep things interesting?

I've said many times over; I'm fascinated completely by the idea that everything is multi-faceted. And I don't mean it in a condascending or deragotory manner at all. I'm speaking in relative terms, look around where did the abstract come from? We turn that painting a little to the left so much that now we view it in a completely different manner and thus our thoughts shift. Off-balance. Maybe it's a little unsettling, than again maybe it's just damn exhilirating!

So, anyways I've been utterly antisocial from things...partially because of the work I have regularly and partially because I crave that time AWAY from people. So, anyways [let's all learn about my [pseudo-glamorous] life shall we? Since I went to Florida...and I PROMISE to post my odd obsession with palm trees, sunsets and birds soon - and several verses that came to mind in such an exotic sense of tranquility, I've been so caught up in the worker bee bzzzness that I didn't really pay attention much to know how everyone I know is doing. And so, after months of not seeing people - which we're all suffering from due to the buildup of work and school - it was absolutely refreshing! I missed it. I missed it all, I missed the idea of it, the things we missed in each other's lives, I missed them as flesh and blood that help to make up who I am. And it was amazing, drinking, dancing, talking, talking, talking. Fuck, I could take for hours with them. I mean, not that I have a problem with silence or anything it's just there's so much to share, you know?

Isn't that what we all need to build healthy and productive lives? Social interaction, uninterrupted communication? We all missed it, I could tell and it was just so GODDAMN fun. I forgot what that was. So, then again yesterday I went over to my friend's place and we hung out, talked forever, made cookies, drank tea, watched Dexter...and then when it was time to go home. She offered to walk me half-way home [we live TWO minutes away], and we got to talking . Ended up at my drive-way talking for an hour, so I suggested we go for a walk - 2:30-3 am...and it was so nice. We delved into maybe just over 4 dozen intellectually inclined topics, we philosophized, sat around and reminsced. Damn, it felt like summer from back in the day. And it was almost dead quiet, foggy in the autumn morning. Inspiring! I got home, and these thoughts still lurk somewhere within my cerebrum.

Holy shit, this is probably a lot of things you don't need to read really. Hahaha, rambling is obviously one of my talents.

Anyways, what I'm trying to get out of this...is I hope everything is well with you guys and I miss you [just as if not more] than the friends that I see on a regular basis. So take care and all that. Oh, and a very happy turkey weekend to all my fellow Canucks!



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/14488899/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/14488899/ Tue, 04 Sep 2007 14:38:54 PDT
Work today was kind of shitty, things went wrong. I felt incompetent...I guess it's things you can't always predict but nevertheless it's sucky. I hope those animals are okay, and especially that old sheltie. Poor thing is a possible lepto case...yup fatal in dogs. Such a sweet thing, too. I guess it's hard to get back to 'reality' as they say when you're so far from it for so long..at least it felt like a long time.

I think this is just a phase that'll pass, once I get used to it again. I need to stop being antisocial and actually see my fucking friends. I mean you guys rock and all but you don't live down the street. Lol.

This is pointless rambling and well, I hope everyone else is having a better tuesday.

I want to drink myself stupid, but I won't 'cause that is beyond stupid.

I think it's funny how my mp3 player knows EXACTLY what tunes to play at these times. I just want to punch the crap out of something, walking back home I passed these fucking stupid little garden gnomes some idiot on my neighbourhood owns...I was so close to kicking their stupid little faces to pieces.

FUCK.

[that felt better]

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/14308317/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/14308317/ Thu, 23 Aug 2007 18:10:43 PDT
Till then,

life you all lovelies! Thank you ALL so much for the continued support and wonderful comments, when I return I will reply to each and everyone of you.

So take care and have a good last week of August. ;]



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/13712866/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/13712866/ Thu, 12 Jul 2007 20:26:27 PDT
But, I needed to capture this again...whence cleaning my desk on tuesday afternoon I came across these images that need to be worked on!

- anesthesia
- leviathans > mechanic, kinetic, biodegradable
- synthetic empathy
- morbidly beautiful
- morose lover ( this to me sounds like one of those statments, you know? Kind of like tabula rasa...I can't remember where it came from! )
- silver tributes to the gods > skyscrapers

Random Scrap Land

Bleed your lips
unto mine and
feed me with
the fire you
have buried
inside.

Afraid to awaken it,
afraid to rekindle it
and let it combust
inside of you
and sear you
whole.



Crawling
writhing in
an inner agony
that grasps me
from
within and
crushes me like
a mere
butterfly



Perhaps I've written these before, or they're just echoes of previous pieces...but they seem a little too overdone. Who knows? I LOVE this one! I think this is what I wrote one time when I was thinking about little ditties about the zodiac.

_{Look at Libra sitting there
Graceful and pretty 'on the chair
Mind that swirls with many thoughts
all alive, but chosen naught.}

IT's FINISHED. I've removed it. It took 4 am to inspire me back to that slight moment in time. <3

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/13678953/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/13678953/ Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:24:40 PDT
The image
_{spider
spinning a latticework of colour
from nothing to infinity
gobbling it all up}

Just ideas, just mere ideas...but it's something right?

I'm trying to write something worth reading...but my mind overflows everyday. Every conversation is _{multi-faceted, like a prism, irridescent} >> words obvi belong higher up in this entry!

<sub>Colours, I must capture the colours...the prisms, the light bending to the will, to the black and white body from which spins a billion different colours...silken thread that turns to wire and wraps around one's throat...guillotine wire? Something less sinister, something ordinary...something deceiving.

Must make it descriptive, intriguing, dark [maybe], perhaps multi-faceted is the answer?</sub>

Sorry for the jumbled thinking, I needed somewhere to jot it down and this was the closest window.

_{Shadows, dancing, silhouettes, devouring colour into montones, dreary, routine, dull, listless, lethargic, reflections, mirrors, glass, contorting, melding, combining, crumbling, tearing, falling.}


That is all time to rest and rejeuvenate.


You know the rest! ;]

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/13436005/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/13436005/ Thu, 21 Jun 2007 17:03:28 PDT
Hm, the last inspirational thing I posted so since then I'm been on this inspiration strike - unwillingly of course. I don't even know what to WRITE HERE anymore. In this space in a little box in this little screen in this little window...it all seems so insignificant. And are WE not like these little words trapped in this matrix that we are pasted within? Embedded within this fabric that flows like ribbons and extends past the ends of the galaxies and far beyond into the unknown?

Sorry for the pseudo-philosophical standpoint but I'm one of those states that inspiration sneaks in some other guise that I can't even BEGIN to comprehend.

Slayer plays and my once-apocalyptic dreams ceased a few days before we were hit with this severe thunder storm. And I lost my ring when I passed out saturday, last night had a dream I was wearing it and when I got home, I found it.

What are dreams made of?

Maybe they are little pieces of time that every person collects as their memories and when we close our eyes we open up the information highway and each soul sells its stories through Morpheus' fair. It is like the black market on an unconscious level.
And each night when we dream the Reverie Reaper collects just a tiny piece of those recollections. Now, isn't it strange that we get old and as we do we forget things. All these stories slipping away while we sleep.

What am I doing here? I'm itching to write, it crawls under my skin and writhes beneath my eyelids.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/12428883/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/12428883/ Mon, 02 Apr 2007 10:26:09 PDT

[link] >> ja, I'm too lazy to show off my spiffy HTML skillz lol!

It's a wicked site for movie lovers, and hey there are tons of wicked people on there too...and they take up a LOT of my time.

So, to get rid of this writing slump...I'm turning to you my fellow deviants! What say you?


^{Feed me with inspiration!}

Anything.
Anything at all.
And, maybe I can do likewise.

Miss you, life you alllllllllllllllll.




Rock on lovelies, and before I leave HOW THE HELL ARE ALL YOU LOT?!!? Lol! And, have any new devs to point me to...I'd love to comment the hell out of them...it's just my inbox is OVERFLOWING. MADLY.

So temporarily I'm disabling ALL scraps & journals until I can keep up again!
Once again, want to bring something to my attention? Notes are always allowed!

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/12179542/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/12179542/ Wed, 14 Mar 2007 10:40:25 PDT
Lucky Number Slevin
&
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

LOL @ both

even

Then, went out to deenarr for sushi with a friend...talked to ten thousand people about what we're doing for St Pat's day...um, when we're going to see 300...and missed Colbert/Stew on monday...but YESTERDAY I realized how much I love them.

Here's why: DAMN that's the FIRST installment...

Why I love Stephen...

The second found here, Why I love him...still lol

Go under highlights...choose...apopcalypse.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/12131630/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/12131630/ Sat, 10 Mar 2007 13:34:16 PST


On the other hand, I've been rockin' out like a mutha and cleaning to:
- DIO
- Opeth
- NiN
- PT
- Manic St Preachers
- Bowie
- Disturbed
- Incubus
- Zombie
- Out of Your Mouth

Which means, with all these uplifting tunes my place looks SPOTLESS and I'm very motivated to finish.

[FYI]

By the way, that old ID with the stars...with the Opeth lyrics is a bit of a twist of a song remember I was asking you lot if you knew what it was?! I figured it out...and remember why I love this band SO FUCKEN MUCH.

<sub>Forest of October

The memories that now rest in this forest
Forever shadowing the sunrise of my heart
Wings leave their nest at my coming
Swaying away unto the cold glowing sky

Dreaming away for a while
My spirit sighs in peace
Gazing unto the stars
Please, take me there [<---- this part]

I am so alone, so cold
My heart is too scarred to glow
I wish the sunrise to come
Take my soul (away)
From this cold, lonely shell
I am free

From the eternal sea I rose
Veiled in darkness on either shore
Lost my pride, lost its glow
For me the sun rose no more

The forest of October
Sleeps silent when I depart
The web of time
Hides my last trace

My blaze travels the last universe
Like the sights of magic
Wrapped in aeons
My mind is one with my soul
I fall alone
While leaves fall from the weeping trees</sub>

Well, that would be all...now I have to put everything back as it was and continue being productive. Life you allllllllll....break's on...therefore we head home tonight...will be there tomorrow morn like almost 8 am. Lol = sleeeeeeeeeep.



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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/12109074/ Thu, 08 Mar 2007 17:31:24 PST
My writing been non-existant...and I've been a busy little bee.

We went on this awesome overnight trip. Pics to come...so I say...but for reals I'll pick the best animal shots and place them on here.

Tomorrow is last day of class before March Break, then we go out get trashed, then Sands and I take the bus homeward.



Before I go get some more juice after a yummy meal, I'd just like to share this FUCKEN hilarious video with you all. Last weekend we watched MadTV with a couple of beers and then SNL. Laughed fucken sooooooo hard at this one. I LOVE EET!

Fucken hilarious shit!!!

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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11980530/ Mon, 26 Feb 2007 20:51:16 PST
And, even sooner than that PLACEBO are coming here April 9...bad news is I'm still IN school.

I life them both; and already seen Tool once which was incredible...have yet to see Placebo...but my sis is so rad that she's gonna get me a shirt and call me during the show, just like I did for her.

My weekend was UNEXPECTEDLY awesome...how was your lot?!?! Life you and miss you all...I'm much too busy to be catching up with dA and much too thought-bound to think about inspiration for writing...



And, no I don't plan on changing my medium into photography...I'm hardly qualified for that!

BTW go see:
Little Miss Sunshine
The Prestige
Thank you for Smoking

Thanks for listening, back to Colbert Report. I love this guy!

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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11887014/ Mon, 19 Feb 2007 19:39:08 PST The aroma of winter stirs a thousand frozen butterflies to life.

I know I've not written anything in a while, and haven't done anything with the last entry...but, these ideas keep bombarding my mind...so maybe this week I'll post them all here [when I remember them] and work with what I have.

This weekend was a slight break from small-town life when we went for a conference in the big city. Lol. It was fun, two of my friends came with me. Learned a lot! Got free shit! Chilled, drank tea and ate cookies. A LOT. Wastched A History of Violence - CRONENBURG def, and Memoirs of a Geisha - beautiful story and cinematography - need to read book...

So, today was laundry..going out to lunch, stoodying and then we borrowed a movie from a friend who rented it. Little Miss Sunshine was awesome! I recommend it, it's a very good one. I think I may END up buying it too.

After Heroes - HOLY EFF CAKES - I was walking home from Sands' this eve and saw the snowflakes fluttering so elegantly within the slightest of northern breezes, and then gently descending amongst the rest of the fluffy piles. Those piles were not just fluffy, but glittering as well. It's amazing how easy it is to make the tiniest of towns look so damn beautiful with just a sprinkle from Nature's snow shaker.

I inhaled, listening to Opeth and it was so damn beautiful.

The air is so refreshing, clean, and so delicious.

I wish I could find the words to describe it, and then take that scent and lock it away forever. Everything smells so beautiful and polished, it's sweet but not too strong. Subtle but not too wan. It's perfect. And the amount of inspiration drawn from that is amazing.

It's like soft malleable piles of silver that lightly shimmer upon the roads, trees, rooftops.

It's just amazing and I hope you all can see it too.



]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11779996/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11779996/ Sun, 11 Feb 2007 22:48:43 PST
They're kind of an array of thoughts put together completely upon the whole spur of the moment.

(The best part about living in a small town is

You can go outside where it's deadly calm. Nothing seems to be alive but the moon's rays glistening into the porous snowpiles. Not a leaf trod upon by mammals stirs because there is no evidence of the slightest of breezes to produce ripples in the atmosphere.

So, when we leave the warm comforts of the home we can hear ourselves laughing and it can reverberate for kilometres [ or miles if you're empirical ] away. At that time, nothing exists save for the only two figures conversing loudly upon the porch steps.

And, when we part our lips and emit the wildest of animal noises we can think of...all that we can ever hear echoing for miles and miles away...is the mark we left within the atmosphere.

Are we but wolves in this lonely piece of the world they call a [godforsaken] town?

Howling our cries into the distance to announce to the world that no matter how small we are. Even though we seem to be the most insignificant of beings, we are still here and have a right to be here and let the whole fucking universe know that 'hey we live here'.

Hear our cries as they dissipate into the night quietly like a tumultous vapour disintegrating into the depths of the night.

Just the smallest of joys in the midst of winter living in a small town, only then does it actually seem alright to be here.

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11669932/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11669932/ Sat, 03 Feb 2007 10:25:13 PST
Hopefully all is well regardless of the weather.

Last night went out, for the first time in two weeks. Had a pretty fun night...and now it's time to buckle down and work on assignments and homework that is due this upcoming week. Not really looking forward to that, but then again who is?

So got home at like 3 am last night, went straight to sleep...no questions, hesitations, nothing.

Had the weirdest array of dreams that one can ever have.

Was woken up finally at 12:30 by a friend of mine calling.

So, I guess now is the time to start being productive.

On a side note to that, I'd like to participate in these contests and write and whatevs...but the time is just not applicable. again.

I'm terribly behind on devs, messages, journals, whatevs...so I may wipe the slate clean again...but then again I don't know when I'll have the time.

PS: thanks for introducing me to DIO. I DO love it!
ANYWAYS! Time to get this day started! Life you alllllllll.

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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11602458/ Sun, 28 Jan 2007 17:10:07 PST
New set of words

1. dissimulate \dih-SIM-yuh-layt\, transitive verb:
<sub>1. To conceal under a false appearance.
2. To hide one's feelings or intentions; to put on a false appearance; to feign; to pretend.


He was too drunk to attempt to dissimulate his loneliness.
-- Neil Gordon, The Gun Runner's Daughter

Her suffering was largely psychological and easily dissimulated.
-- George E. Delury, But What If She Wants to Die?

The dog cannot dissimulate, cannot deceive, cannot lie because he cannot speak.
-- Axel Munthe, The Story of San Michele</sub>


2. overweening \oh-vur-WEE-ning\, adjective:
<sub>1. Overbearing; arrogant; presumptuous.
2. Excessive; immoderate; exaggerated.


In a story as old as the Greeks, overweening pride brought condign disaster.
-- David Frum, How We Got Here

She was warring with her children, having pushed them away with her overweening possessiveness.
-- James Fox, Five Sisters

Overweening personal ambition is no virtue; but while I had it, I could have danced on a bed of nails.
-- Joyce Maynard, At Home in the World</sub>


3. conflate \kuhn-FLAYT\, transitive verb:
<sub>1. To bring together; to fuse together; to join or meld.
2. To combine (as two readings of a text) into one whole.


Scott Reynolds's creepy debut feature [film] conflates the present and the past with ingenious use of flashbacks.
-- Anne Billson, "Bent beneath the weight of its own righteousness", Sunday Telegraph, March 1, 1998

Painting America as a drug-ridden society leads to bad policy -- as does the tendency in some quarters to conflate the various drug abuses into a single dreadful statistic.
-- William Raspberry, "Not a Drug-Ridden Society", Washington Post, April 21, 2000

. . .lean and mobile military units that conflate the traditional categories of police officers, commandos, emergency-relief specialists, diplomats, and, of course, intelligence officers.
-- Robert D. Kaplan, "The roles of the CIA and the military may merge", The Atlantic, February 1998</sub>


4. maunder \MON-duhr\, intransitive verb:
<sub>1. To talk incoherently; to speak in a rambling manner.
2. To wander aimlessly or confusedly.


Two drunken couples . . . maunder in an all-too-familiar vein about love.
-- Anatole Broyard, New York Times, April 15, 1981

It is a play with melodramatic themes, but García Lorca has put aside temptation to let it maunder, scream or otherwise let the emotions take over.
-- Richard F. Shepard, "Stage: 'Bernarda Alba' Produced in Spanish", New York Times, November 23, 1979

As in one of his earlier novels , . . . Kerr invents a credibly grim scenario for our future: most of the earth's inhabitants are infected with a deadly virus and maunder in fetid cities.
-- Charles Flowers, "Blood on the Moon (Really!)", New York Times, February 14, 1999</sub>

Those are the words, and to me...they sound ABSOLUTELY perfect for any kind of art! Enjoy and good luck...I'll try this time too.

Hope everyone's weekend is shaping up nicely!

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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11594031/ Sat, 27 Jan 2007 23:56:28 PST None can top it!
None.
Not even with this being up past 2 am and far from tired after a most unproductive and lazy day...so I realize I promise the whole uploading of fieldtrip pics...well, here's something more fun.

After this you'll either think we're ASSININE or hilarious and would have wanted to be there....toooooo.

That's the fieldtrip we went on, after our hiking and trekking through the woods...discovering animal markings and learning. Then building a HUGE fire [accidentally]...though we got that 10% no problem.

Anyways, enjoy.

Snowy fun!




How's everyone ELSE doing? Well, I hope...and if you've got no snow...hopefully this'll bring some snowflakes your way.
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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11511969/ Sat, 20 Jan 2007 23:28:43 PST

I watch all these deviants.

Too many for my own good...and then what happens??!?!


Alarming numbers in my inbox.


My fault...for knowing where all these talented people exist...and yours for being so damn talented.

**NOTE: This completely useless entry will be discarded in the next 36 hours or it will self destruct.


Take me to the stars, please take me there... >> which song? It's one of my faves...and I've got so much Opeth I donae remember which. O_o


Take me to the stars,
let me lie untouched
hidden in the milky way

The galaxy will swirl
below my fingertips
and the darkened
cosmos will envelop
my form

Floating,
immune to gravity
I will orbit unchanged
around this ever-changing planet

Embed these stars
forever in my eyes
and let us lie in wait

Let us watch the
planets burn
spiralling around
each other in
this never-ending
game

Let us be starry-eyed,
if we were blind then
just give us one wish

Let us be starry.
Let us be blind.
Let us be blinded
by these little
spirals of light
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Embrace the silver,
pull it in
Feel it dripping
inside the skin
Drink this galaxy
like gin, let the stars
wipe away all sin

-en fin-

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1.imprecation \im-prih-KAY-shuhn\, noun:

1. The act of imprecating, or invoking evil upon someone.
2. A curse.


<sub>After a while, he stopped hurling imprecations . . . and, as he often did after such an outburst, became quite remorseful.
-- Wayne Johnston, The Colony of Unrequited Dreams

Would he criticize an erring colleague? "I shall," Dirksen would promise, in a voice like the finest whiskey aged in fog, "invoke upon him every condign imprecation."
-- Lance Morrow, "We Lose a Great Speaker, We Gain a Great Book", Time, May 24, 2000</sub>

2. foofaraw \FOO-fuh-raw\, noun:

1. Excessive or flashy ornamentation or decoration.
2. A fuss over a matter of little importance.


<sub>A somber, muted descending motif opens and closes the work, which is brief but effective. It provided much needed relief from the fanfares and foofaraw in which brass-going composers so often indulge.
-- Philip Kennicott, "Brass Spectacular is a Spectacle of Special Sound", St. Louis Post-Dispatch, January 17, 1997

After working in the news business for a number of years, I've become a bit cynical about mass-media coverage of events like the Y2K foofaraw.
-- Roy Clancy, "Ready for Y2K...", Calgary Sun, December 15, 1999

Making the Times best-seller list, or a movie, or all that other foofaraw is not necessarily proof of [a novel's] lasting significance.
-- Roger K. Miller, "Peyton Place' was remarkably good bad novel", Minneapolis Star Tribune, December 29, 1996</sub>

3.cudgel \KUH-juhl\, noun:

1. A short heavy stick used as a weapon; a club.
2. To beat with or as if with a cudgel.


<sub>Whatever had been making her dogs uneasy, she'd have to handle it on her own. Rosie Bowe took a heavy piece of firewood as a cudgel and followed them.
-- Jim Crace, Signals of Distress

The Grand Vizier Kuprili of Constantinople, for example, . . . closed the city's coffeehouses. Anyone caught drinking coffee was soundly cudgeled.
-- Mark Pendergrast, Uncommon Grounds</sub>

4. bromide \BROH-myd\, noun:

1. A compound of bromine and another element or a positive organic radical.
2. A dose of potassium bromide taken as a sedative.
3. A dull person with conventional thoughts.
4. A commonplace or conventional saying.


<sub>Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em. The words are in fact already a bromide when the pompous Malvolio finds and reads them.
-- Marjorie Garber, Symptoms of Culture

He cannot resist the occasional bromide: "Ninety percent of diplomacy is a question of who blinks first."
-- Gary J. Bass, "The Negotiator", New York Times, July 11, 1999

The next president could live up to that old political bromide "Let's run the government like a business" by staffing his cabinet with some leading figures from the new world of business.
-- Daniel H. Pink, "Fast.Gov", Fast Company, October-2000</sub>




These words seem RATHER various and quite interesting to the ear, so good luck once again...and if you're wondering whether I'll partake in such a feat? WHO KNOWS.

When inspiration strikes; it strikes hard and there is no mercy.

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~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11444724/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11444724/ Mon, 15 Jan 2007 08:22:35 PST
Is everyone familiar with Foto Friday? is this awesome club that gives you a picture every week and allows you to write something for it to keep that creativity flowing....well my idea is SLIGHTLY similiar.

Word[play] is the use of one or a few words to capture the essence or partial emotions/colours/concepts in a piece.

My friend gets these Word of the Day emails from this site and so she sends them onwards to me. So, what I will do with this is this: pick a few words I find suitable and post in my journal entry the full definition, context, etc.

Then, to motivate your artistic abilities >> feel free to use one or several words in the list.

Since I SUCK at drawing and whatnot, I'll simply feature the 3 best ones of the week...or maybe I'll be totally generous and post all one them.

Well, how's it sound? If it sounds stupid donae do it, but it's funny 'cause if you've noticed the random words used in my latest pieces...it's cause of a little something called "Word of the Day". Plus, I find it expands our cerebration capacity and allows us to twist these words into something worth sharing.

**NOTE: This piece can be literature, sketch, painting, photography, digital painting, sculpture, WHATEVER you feel art means.

I'll start with posting a word...probably on friday; but it won't be consistently on a friday! Like enrichment for animals, I'll enrich you with the element of surprise. Lol.


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~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11429153/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11429153/ Sun, 14 Jan 2007 00:28:08 PST Went over to Sarah's and predrank with Sarah, Mands and Am. We watched Shoes, Paxil Back, Lazy Sunday, and a BUNCH of Robot Chicken; drank and headed to the bar.

When we got there we were the only ones there; almost. So empty. Then, peeps came...I almost missed them...but then HELLO my peeps! HAHAHA who DA FUCK talks like that??

We drank, did some shots = polar bear - delishhhhhhhhh. Then, danced like maniacs....and these guys tried to mimic US...OMFG it was fucken fun and hilarious...then, another Amy got so droonk I never seen and totally danced her heart out!

I swear my friend's boy asked me Can you do the fruit rollup? LOL. I was like is that even a dance??!?!?!

When they placed Sexy Back; I totally sang along to Bringing Paxil Back! Put a little seratonin [seritonin] in it? Then went to bathroom and bonded with Amy. She's so digging da metal....crazizzle kid.

Went back to dance floor and mine burr. LOL. Danced like maniacs, EVEN MORE. WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FUN!!!

We requested
- Hand that Feeds
- White Wedding

They played Snow (hey oh) - ryan's an awesome DJ to an extent...danced to shit I DETESTED...OMFG. Lol. Love to !!

Hit up pizza pizza...made the staff laugh...[always a pleasure to entertain others] Lol. Talked to some RANDOM peeoples.

Time for bed; lots of fun pics and stories to follow...the atmosphere was just SO AWESOME.

DERKA DERKA, put a LOT more seratonin in it bitches!
And it comes down to THIS,
Your KISS,
Your FIST.
And the strain is keeping me WITHIN,
Take IN
the extent of my SIN

this song, I wish he HAD this one....oh wells.
Bannan's outie.

Life you all, kidlets!




]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11415928/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11415928/ Fri, 12 Jan 2007 21:56:08 PST no sense...xcause I am TOO...listenin to her ipod and makinf totallly retarded faces ROCKIN IN.


LOL.
=Fireball shots
= vodka shots
= alexander keiths
= I'm gonna pass OUT HURRR ja....this Is MOTHER EARTH!!


qho....qho NICKELBaxk.....omfg I hate this...leDER ODF MEN...oH breathe

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11403663/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11403663/ Thu, 11 Jan 2007 20:39:51 PST Stardust" And I was like OMFG NEIL GAIMAN WROTE A BOOK...and DUDE.....OMFG




[link]


THIS MOVIE IS IN POST PRODUCTION...did Neil Gaiman have any say in this?? I HOPE he DID.

I hope they donae fuck it up like they fucked up Neverwhere.

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~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11281915/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11281915/ Mon, 01 Jan 2007 22:22:51 PST
I want to wish all of my lifely fellow deviants, fellow watchers and the like a very HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

And, what better way to kick off the New Year then BY WRITING A PIECE YOU'RE PROUD OF?!?!?!




[sorry I had to be a little conceited and gloat there for a bit, done.]

And, that is all liflies!

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11260985/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11260985/ Sun, 31 Dec 2006 15:56:53 PST
Hey there everyone so since going shopping on friday...and then oh going to see Rocky Balboa with fruendlings and then going to chill at my friend's house cause he's now back from Israel...shopping on Saturday didnae turn out which is COOL thought cause I got to spend some QUALITY time with the fam...

Then after watching this wicked cool documentary on National Geographic Explorer on how lethal hippos are, then some Project Runway and 1.5 episodes of Ugly Betty. Paula and I [both = planless] watched Stay and took hits from the bong.

IT WAS FUCKEN AWESOME.

I donae think I've ever had such a wicked trip. I kept looking at the telly and it was like we were inside it, then when I tried to pull myself away from all the halucinogenic properties we became a part of a lifesize diarama...or is it diaroma? ANYWAYS...it was FUCKEN insane...the more I tried to pull lose from it the more I felt my whole body getting sucked back inside it. It was pulling me in, over and over and then it was so fucken DEJA VU it was fucken insane.

And then when I wasn't looking at the telly but off to the side where Paula's mosaic of Homer poster hangs I saw the words hi that transformed into a dancing robot.

And, when we weren't in a diarama or inside the movie the music was like it was pulling inside my ears. 360, I mean it was all around me. I know what surround sound was, but it was like I was in a concert and the speakers were inches before my face...or in the IMAX theatre.

WHOA, what a fucken trip.

Holds, gotta print out gift tags!!

DONE. We are ACTUALLY done. Cause we didnae remember about getting presents for the fam till last night when we were baked and we're like FUCK. Today we went to one mall and found everything >> I was lucky enough to find mutti something before hand.

If you wanna know, we got vatti = dark chocolate collection from Godiva's and an hmv giftcard, grandvatti = a really fancy double jet butane lighter, grandmutti = a very warm and soft bathrobe and mutti = lavendar bath salts, ferrero rocher and a nice bookmark instead of the ratty ticket stub she usually uses...

So, anyways tonight it's just gonna be a few of us, drinking and being merry sounds like good enough time to me as we actually DECIDED ON SOMEWHERE TO GO.

My fam exchanges presents on New Year's cause we donae celebrate X-mas and didnae really do much for Hanukkah this year so ja. BUT, back in the day in Moscow it was against the law to practice religion so New Year's was the only chance you got. I guess it kind of became a family tradition and 'sides I think it's a lovely way to start off the new year!

So I hope you lot have a blast, drinking, partying, dancing and being as merry as you can for '06 to end and '07 to begin.





Drink till you , then and then and then get up again all :joy: for the new year!



**NOTE:<sub>wassail \WAH-sul; wah-SAYL\, noun:

1. An expression of good wishes on a festive occasion, especially in drinking to someone.
2. An occasion on which such good wishes are expressed in drinking; a drinking bout; a carouse.
3. The liquor used for a wassail; especially, a beverage formerly much used in England at Christmas and other festivals, made of ale (or wine) flavored with spices, sugar, toast, roasted apples, etc.
4. Of or pertaining to wassail, or to a wassail; convivial; as, a wassail bowl.
5. To drink to the health of; a toast.
6. To drink a wassail.


Christmas often means plum pudding, fruitcake, roast goose and wassail.
-- Florence Fabricant, "Recipes to Summon the Holiday Spirit", New York Times, December 21, 1988

But have you ever tried to spear a buffalo after a hard night at theold wassail bowl?
-- Gore Vidal, The Smithsonian Institution... ]]></sub> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11235485/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11235485/ Fri, 29 Dec 2006 16:07:39 PST
So, today was pretty awesome. Myself, and my friend Nouka went shopping! And YESSIR I enjoy how boxing day is never ONE DAY it is usually ONE WEEK. Awesome times...went everywhere we needed and then decided to head to HMV which I am TERRIBLY bad at blowing my money on music and movies.

I think TERRIBLY bad is actually an understatement...as I've mentioned to my friends dozens of times over how I would buy the whole store if I spent enough time in there and had the dough.

So, I already found PARTY MONSTER ON DVD!!! I AM SO PSYCHED TO WATCH IT FOR THE TEN ZILLIONTH time...and was heading over to metal...to check out their selection for Opeth CDs...one which I bought the week before and tons of others that my sis has in her posession.

As those store clerks or whatever they're called are taught they ask if you need help rie? RIE! So, as we were looking at Iron Maiden and Motley Crue [Nouks' a HUGE MC fan] and I was perusing over CoB, Opeth, Deftones, Metallica [you know the gist]...Before he asked us and we said no...cause I found PARTY MONSTER!!
Anyways, he was all "I wouldn't have pegged you for metal fans, but it's cool." And that PISSED ME OFF so fucking much. Because, what would he peg us for? So, I'm wearing my only Campus Crew blue and white sweater with hawaiian flowers and jeans...and no eyeliner and no silver and black and sans the fuck you attitude...does that suddenly categorize me into the teenie boppers? Or JT lovahs? I mean SRSLY what the/WHO the fuck is this guy judging me??

COMING FROM A DUDE THAT HAD A VERY CHEAP IMITATION OF DAVEY HAVOK'S HAIRCUT...with red instead of blonde streaks? WHO is he to tell me what he pegs me for?

GUYS, srsly can you really judge a person on what music they like??!?!?!

Unless I'm wearing my Pink Floyd or Tool merchandise, or he's wear Sean John or Snoop Dogg or she's announcing MCR on her zippie?

HOW WOULD YOU KNOW that I don't prefer some Jazz in the morning, some classical in the afternoon and metal in the eve? That I don't want to listen to some opera while I'm in the bath or am singing my lungs out to some old 60s band on the way to werk?

Seriously, how would you know?
Please, explain it to me...cause I do not and cannot do that.

It's different if you know someone's personality...like let's say your BFFAEAEAE of ten years is the cutest, sweetest, most timid chick but at night she loves to rap like a mutha to 50 or Jay-Z or TUPAC? BUT, to tell someone you DONAE even know...I think that's not very polite.

Like, if my hypothetical friend once heard ODB on the radio in my car and asked me to turn it up when I was about to change the station and I'd just look at her incredulously and ask her "FOR SERIOUS?" And she'd nod with a great smile on her face, then HELL YES I would turn that mofo up. But, it's a different situation...isn't it?

What'd you lot think?

[oh ja the AND SCHEIZE was gonna be my recollection of events from the past week or so...but we'll save that till another day!]

And, that is all liflies!

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Hahahaha, I figured this was appropriate...whether you've seen it or not...here it lies:

[link]


Enjoy, and I wish you all the warmest of holiday wishes...whether it was a happy hanukkah, kickass kwanza, or cheerful christmas...and whatever else you may celebrate.

Have some rockin' hols, loves!







PS: DO NOT SEE ERAGON...whether you have loved the books or wanted to see it for movie purposes. It is a terrible mockery..save your lives and see something a little better!!!

I saw The Holiday, it was so cute!

And, that is all liflies!

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11138268/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11138268/ Thu, 21 Dec 2006 12:19:01 PST
Hahahaha, I write too many journals...I blame all this spare time.



Anyways, so we all suffer writer's block at one point of another but who would actually go this far to be rid of it?

[link]

Lol.

Foamy's awesome.
I'm sure you lot will appreciate it...whether you write or don't.

And, that is all liflies!

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11085847/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11085847/ Sat, 16 Dec 2006 16:28:42 PST
Anyone familiar with Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials Trilogy?!?!

Anyways, it's one of my favourite trilogies ever and I just found out that the movie is coming out in DEC 2007.

I'm so FUCKING EXCITED!!!!

Mrs Coulter = Nicole Kidman
Lord Asrael = Daniel Craig

and that's all the people I know so far...there are others but they're unfamiliar to me.

I'm such a dork, signed up for updates...so I'll let you lot know [whether you want TO or NOT] when the trailer's out and all that jazzzzzzzz.

And, that is all liflies!

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11068002/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/11068002/ Thu, 14 Dec 2006 22:53:37 PST
Hahahah, the title seems fitting as to how I'm about to embrace sleep and all its comforts.

So, let's see.

She is back in Suburbia.
She totally devoured Eragon.
She hopes she aced all her exams.
She has so much shit to do.
She's a little alarmed by the pure lack of snow.
She's determined to place piccos of NYC, fieldtrips up hurr.
She's also determined to work on those one liners and turn them into some kind of wintery, sugary goodness now that the snow's left.

[And this is when I STOP talking in third person!?!]

Heehehe. Anyways, Eragon = holy eff = gotta see movie NOW.

Tomorrow = time to slowly introduce myself back into sociliazing with people! Lol.

Watched Breakfast on Pluto on my Rogers Demand. Highly recommended to anyone with an open mind. I tend to like to watch weird movies, or so I'm told..
It was a delightfully entertaining movie. From start to finish.

For reals, slumber calls...but first...maybe some brief entrance into some other world and then forth....

And, that is all liflies!

]]> ~silverwingsoffire http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/10963689/ http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/10963689/ Tue, 05 Dec 2006 17:39:06 PST
So, I saw doing this and I figured 'Why the hell not?'

You probably have seen this around in most journals, yet here it is again...pretty simple hmm?

For the first TEN people that respond here I will go into each of your galleries and FEATURE 4 of my favourite pieces made by you [in my next journal entry]...the catch is: You have to do it, too!

EDIT**: By, you have to do it too...I mean...you have to post that above sentence in your journals and allow others to reply...so you can feauture THEIR work...you DIG, now?

So, I'm waiting...and while I wait I'm going to post a few thoughts...those that pertain to writing that is.

Burnt into my retinas like northern lights

[This very phrase is my msn name for a few weeks now, I just can't get it out of my head and I absolutely adore how it sounds!]

Ashen fingertips,
Soldered lips
burning like embers
in your shadow hands

[Inspired by a piece by ...the beginning of inspiration anyways...]

Who are you reciting chemicals in this unbalanced (chemical) equation

[This was inspired by that Vienna Teng song 'Recessional' where she sings:
"Who are you echoing streetsigns"

This just kind of came to me while walking home from Sandy's and the snow was falling]

A few more ideas for me to dump in here [they may not make sense or anything to you/me now, but MAY someday]

frozen eyelashes
foggy dreams
melting streetlights
glassy winters
snowflakes clinging to needles
icy violins
frosty strings
frozen desert

Can you feel the cool wintery inspiration breezing through the air and drying your bones? I certainly CAN!
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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/10935527/ Sun, 03 Dec 2006 11:02:51 PST
After finally not listening to the cars driving by outside, the extensive noises the heater makes when it's about to start working and not feeling as weird knowing the house was short two more housemates...I received an [almost] fitful sleep. This was after deciding to put down Eragon...

Anyways, so I woke up and noticed my eye was irritated yesterday, so now it felt a little weird...after that terrible ordeal of spreading conjunctivitis to BOTH friggin eyes three years ago, I've become very paranoid. So, anyways...eye half open I trudged to my labbie to see if my friend was online so we can make up a plan for today to finish this MOTHER FUCGAKING CONIFER PROJ....

She wasn't, so I was going to press snooze...but ending up waking up. Then, went on dA and saw a page that said someone had bought me a month long subscription. Now this really brightened my day! I went to my messages section and sure enough it was who had awarded me and my fellow semi-finalists in her Crow Contest! It was really a lovely day, then. I don't even think that it was that great of a poem but I submitted it 'cause it fit the criteria. [link]

So, a huge and to her...while you're there you may as WELL check out her ART, it will make you have a different perspective on the term 'dark'.

Anyways, so I went to go shower...and I OBVI needed coffee as I was going to use the bloody shower gel for shampoo until I realized the bottle was not Fructis. HAHAHAHA. I don't think I've ever done it before.

Okay, so just waiting on Sands to return so we can mount the specimens and present our proj in a half-decent fashion.

OKAY, now I'd like you lot to do something...you -may- have seen my South Park creations on here...how about you go here: [link] and create your own? They're uberly fun!

And now I bid thee all an adieu.



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http://silverwingsoffire.deviantart.com/journal/10847149/ Sat, 25 Nov 2006 16:05:38 PST
So, today I learned about CHAVS.
And, it's just something I don't quite understand!
Can anyone possibly explain it to me?

Why the hell is there this meak version of Clockwork Orange going around embodied by hiphop-loving 14-19 year olds? And why are they able to inflict such harm?

Someone seriously needs to teach them a lesson.

I don't care what people think, so when my friend told me that when she went over there and wanted to unicycle, her friend made her put the uni down and stand still while a group of these chavs walked by...and she was all why?

Apparently she would have gotten insulted or "taken a piss" on and possibly even assaulted. THAT IS SOME FUCKED UP SHIT, yo.

How come there are places in this world that exist like this?

I am just completely at a loss for words and cannot wrap my mind around the slightest ounce of this notion.

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