If you read my blog on my actual blog page, as opposed to Google Reader or Facebook, then you’ll definitely notice the change in colors that you’re seeing. The background changed from the dark green to an even darker green and the header changed a bit, too. I’m not afraid of change; in fact, I try to embrace it whenever I feel I should. Being the new year and all, I figured I should change up a few things here. For one, I’m not sure if I’m going to continue posting weekdaily, but for now I am. We’ll wait and see, eh?
I also added a Creative Commons license at the bottom of the page, but I’m not really 100% sure why. Whatever the case, it’s there. And I’ve removed my 2009 Reads (so far) and replaced it with 2010 Reading Deck and 2010 Reads. I also updated my Otherwheres section, complete with many of the blogs I frequent. Check out some of the new ones if’n you’d like. (If ya liked it then ya shoulda put a ring on it…)
It’s cold here in good ole Western Kentucky. The wind chill right now is –2, and the actual temp is 12. And it’s supposed to snow up to 4 inches tomorrow night. At last the harshness of winter is upon us. Nothing like a good, cold winter day, though. It’s the hard season. The dead season. The mean season. And I like it.
So I wrote a series of related poems the other day. They’re a bit on the darker side of life, dealing with things that old folky songs tend to deal with. There are four parts total.
"see the man" or "isabella's secret pt. 3"
in the black of the night
through the woods filled with fright
see the man!
down the road of despair
through the winds of stale air
see the man!
how he dances
how he writhes
how he twists
how he cries
see the man
see the man
see the man!
in the room of bloodied walls
through the doorway past the halls
see the man!
'neath the floor of wood and stone
through the dirt that's white with bone
see the man!
how he snarls
how he screams
how he shudders
how he dreams
see the man
see the man
see the man!
in the house of isabella
through the lies and in the cellar
see the man!
in the room rests a skeleton
through the scent of the smelly one
see the man!
now he's silent
now he rests
now he sleeps
now he's dead
see the man
see the man
see the man!
And now a part no one will care about except Dave. I’m slowly filing my way through Oblivion. I can’t decide whether or not I want to cure my vampirism. I like the perks of the stat boosts, and feeding doesn’t really pose much of a problem for me, either. The sunlight thing is kind of annoying, but only in the upper stages. The weakness to fire, though, just plain sucks. It just hit me how massive this game is. I’ve only completed around 35% of the game’s quests, and I’ve been playing for many hours.
That’s really about it for today. Writing Wednesdays up tomorrow. I hope you are enjoying the tale, if you’re reading it. I’m having loads of fun writing it, which is really the more important thing, methinks. But I want the readers (the few of you that there are) to like it, too. (If ya liked it then ya shoulda put a ring on it…) It’s different and original, but at the same time I’m making use of clichés and tradition (thanks to The Odyssey for inspiration). There are models and there are creations, and you can probably see both, maybe, if you squint and get the right light shining on it. Blah. Now I’m blushing. It’s too hard to talk about my own work.
See the man!
