Still Alive

No, it's not a Portal tribute. =P Just lettin' folks know that I'm still around and kickin' (some of you already know that from IRC and such, but oh well). Lotta stuff has happened since the last entry, and at the same time, not much has happened.

I'm rather debating whether I should move to another blog site. I've heard bad things about LJ's new owners (no new free accounts? that's not gonna go over well), and one of my favorite LJ authors has already moved. Limyaael's rants were one reason I stuck here. Now I have a reason to go with the one she has if only so I can comment without being anonymous. Whether that's a good idea or not, I don't really know.

In any case... =P I won't likely post here again unless it's to inform people I'm moving... or I actually get readers. Comments = Happy Wolfcoon; don't forget the equation.

Until then, keep the faith and hope things go well for y'all. Take care!
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Why I shouldn't look at porn...

'Cause it makes me empathize way too much with this song:

Somebody Take Me Home

Same old bedroom floor, same old empty sheets
I hate this haunted bed, so down here’s where I sleep

Tryin’ to find a place to hide what you have left
Some things never change, and my heart hasn’t yet

Well I don’t wanna go out tonight,
Yeah, but I can’t be alone
Standin’ underneath this broke street light
Can’t somebody take me home?
Can’t somebody take me home?

The hope that we’d had left
Wrapped around your wings
That old river just rolled on by
Then I watched it sink

Well I don’t wanna go out tonight,
Yeah, but I can’t be alone
Standin’ underneath this broke street light
Can’t somebody take me home?

Can’t somebody take me out of this bar?
Out of this heartache?
Out of this town that just keeps breakin’ down
Keeps breakin’ down….

Well I don’t wanna go out tonight,
Yeah, but I can’t be alone
Standin’ underneath this broke street light
Can’t somebody take me home?

Well I don’t wanna go out tonight,
Yeah, but I can’t be alone
Standin’ underneath this broke street light
Can’t somebody take me home?
Can’t somebody take me home?
Won’t you take me home?




*sigh* Now I feel all depressed and emo... eww.
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Random Ponderings

Here's a bit of spontaneous RPing I did in a chat with a friend. My Shadowcloak, Maximus, talking about one of his favorite things to see. Now, to give a bit of backstory, Max here is dead. Sorta. He fell through a hole in time and ended up back in the past. Right near Sparta. Being an American, he didn't take kindly to them trying to make him a slave. Since he was too much trouble, they killed him. For some unknown reason, he was revived by some strange power, giving him a permanent cloak made of shadows and a tendency to not die. He hates Spartans, but for the most part, figures he'll stay out of the way of history. After all, the Spartans, and all of Greece, do get their comeuppance in the end.

As such, he's got a lot of time on his hands, and not much in the way of morals or emotion. What little he has compels him to ensure that history goes as it should, as much as he remembers anyway. Even so, there are moments when even he can't help but be touched. Comes from once being human y'know.

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You know... there's something I haven't seen in a long while... I don't remember the last, but the first real one I saw was at Thermopylae...
Much as I hated those Spartans, I couldn't help but admire what they did. Dying. Bleeding. Torn apart. And yet... the enemy found his forces nearly decimated from killing those Spartans.
A hero's Last Stand is a sight to behold. A wonderous beauty that is rarer than diamonds. Too many give up or quit, or merely surrender, shackled in shame and chains of iron. But the hero... ah... he never quits. Not once. He already knows the price of running, of surrendering, of giving into fear...
So he marches straight into the maw of death, defiant to the last, knocking out every tooth he can before it finally closes upon him.
To see this, this wonderous thing that reminds me of the divine spark placed within all of us by the Almighty... why, it makes even my cold heart warm with pride in my fellow man.
Perhaps I'll see it again some day. I do hope so, though it may take some doing on my part. I live long enough, but my timing...
Well, at the very least I know I'll see a good one in Texas. Take a few centuries, but I intend to be there, somehow... just hope Santa Anna doesn't run away from me. I might give chase, just for the entertainment...

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And there ya have it. Yes, he's a bastard. =P But he's my bastard and I love him nonetheless. I'll probably include him in my stories sometime, or find an RP to fit him into. He can play all the roles, except perhaps that of the plucky youth who saves the world. Hard to be plucky when you've got slightly less emotion and morality than a Vulcan.

Hope you liked this glimpse into one of my psycho-maniacs. =P

A Man's Heart and the Superhero Phenomenon

I've been reading this book, Wild at Heart by John Eldredge, and it's been pretty exciting so far. Everything I've read makes my spirit leap in response, as if he's speaking to some deep, hidden part of me I've been ignoring all my life. I definitely need to get my sister something as a thank you for giving me this book for Christmas. Wish I hadn't waited almost all year to read it!

Now, the thing is, I've gotten halfway through, and when I finished the sixth chapter, a though occurred to me: a lot of what he's talking about seems to be mirrored in one of my favorite movies, "The Incredibles", which I watched again just this week. In fact, one could almost think of the events in the movie as an allegory of what has happened to men in America, and possibly across the world.

I should warn those of you who haven't seen it that there are spoilers ahead. If you don't want to read them, I suggest you skip ahead. Or better yet, just go out and rent the darn movie; you'll be doing yourself a favor.


***SPOILERS***


When things first start out, the world is in a wonderful age. Yes, there is crime and there are super villains, but there are the Supers as well, heroes and heroines ready and willing to fight for the common man. Heck, they're so much a part of natural life in the country that the police and citizens have no trouble treating them as little more than celebrities. Not gods, really, but definitely popular people. And the Supers themselves are very down-to-earth, almost blue collar in their attitude and approach to their work (as shown when Frozone chats with Mr. Incredible... while chasing a helicopter full of crooks). Life is good.

Then something unexpected happens. Mr. Incredible is sued for saving the life of a man who tried to commit suicide. Others follow as greed sets in, with the people on the train also filing for wrongful injury. Not long after that, other Supers begin to find themselves being sued. And since they're on the government payroll, it's costing taxpayers a fortune. It isn't long before the decision is made that Supers are too dangerous to have around. They're wild, out of control. A danger to public safety. All this after years of serving and protecting, of making the world a better place by becoming a sort of Super Police, taking out the really bad crooks and assisting the cops in keeping crime down. And how are they rewarded? With public pressure to go away and stop being super. Statues in their honor are torn down, the government forces them to go underground, and they are all but forgotten. Only the other Supers and the government have any idea of their identities.

Raise your hand if this sounds anything like what's happened to men in our society.

......maybe I should get a bigger audience before making such statements. =P But on we go.

When next we see Mr. Incredible, he's not super anymore. He still has his powers, his strength and invulnerability, but he's not using them. He's sitting at a desk job, the kind that requires practically no physical strength or endurance, and denying some poor woman's claim. Definitely not super.

It shows in every part of his person. He's gotten fat, he speaks in an almost bored, lifeless drone, a tone that speaks volumes of the defeat he's suffered, the wound to his soul. He's a shell of a man, cliche as it sounds. The guys at Pixar did a wonderful job with the symbolism as well, putting him into a cramped cubicle where he doesn't really fit. And it's the one with the concrete column taking up much of the space as well. He doesn't fit here. He's been forced into a box that's too small for him. In a sense, he's been emasculated. Tamed. Defanged. Much like the men in our culture.

And much like myself in some ways. But I'll save the emo rant for later; I want to finish this.

As a result of what's happened to him, Bob (formerly known as Mr. Incredible) is depressed and almost lifeless. He hates what he's become, what he's been forced to become. And he knows he has no choice. Not only has the public rejected him, but his own wife, once a Super herself no less, pressures him to be normal, to fit in... to be tame. But Bob doesn't want to be. He's still a lion inside, a king of beasts, and he hates being locked up. He lashes out in various ways. He approves his clients' claims and gives them advice on how to get what they need, despite his supervisor's insistence he think of the company first. He argues with his wife about letting their son, Dash, compete in sports. And, presumably, he keeps doing things that get him fired and require the government to step in and erase memories (there's several points in the film that tell us this isn't the first time he's thrown a supervisor through the wall... or rather, several walls). He's a wild beast in a cage and it's killing him. And he can do nothing about it.

The breaking point comes when he's forced to watch a man get mugged and do nothing about it. Helen is relying on him to bring home the bacon, to keep his job. So when he tries to help the man, in essence to do what God made him to do, he's forced to stop when threatened with unemployment. And what stops him? A tiny, little, pathetic boy in the body of a man. His supervisor is safe, a nice man, so long as you keep in line, but a tiger when you don't do things according to policy. He's already lost his own masculinity, and he's left with throwing his weight around at the office, bullying others into submission. And when he does it to Bob, it's too much. He says it's good the crook got away, because Bob almost got fired. And it's just too much.

Next thing you know, Bob's supervisor is flying through the wall to slam against some file cabinets and slump to the floor. Then the camera pans to show us it was actually several walls he went through, five of them at least. And then Bob realizes he's dead. He lost control, he let the beast out, he was wild. And it gets him fired. No one cares if he's a good man or not. A good man would've gone out there and stopped that crook, to help the victim to a hospital, regardless of his safety or whether he had super powers or not. But the world didn't want Bob to be a good man. It wanted him to be safe. And whenever he wasn't, it got him in trouble. Which is probably why he, and many of the other Supers, were so quick to jump on a chance to be wild again.

Syndrome's offer comes just after the incident in the office, giving Bob the chance of a lifetime. It's a chance to be wild, to let himself go and be a hero again. To a Super. The only problem is getting it past Helen. And he knows that if she learned the truth she'd veto it. She'd keep him tame.

Why? Why would she fight so hard to keep him from living in glory? From being what God made him to be? The answer is simple and ugly: she's bought into the lie that it's better to be safe than good. She's forced Bob to be tame, to adapt to the world's insistence that he deny his true self. I've no doubt that, if things had continued as they were, eventually she would have found her marriage to be devoid of passion. "Where's the fire? Where's the fierceness we once had?" And the answer would be, "You took it out of him, Helen. Did you really expect anything different?" When a man is forced to be what he is not, it kills him, right in his heart. His body and mind keep going, but his spirit drags like entrails torn from his gut. It hurts, and he doesn't want to admit it. And when she asks, he never gives the answer.

To get around this, he tells her a lie: he's going to a business conference. She approves, because she's convinced it's finally worked. He's finally become tame and being rewarded for it. And it's a lie, but only because she doesn't wish to face the truth: that make Supers behave as anything but Supers is a sin. The same sin as when we force boys to behave like nice little dolls, never yelling, shouting or having adventures. She doesn't want to believe it because then she'd have to address the wound in her own heart. She misses the glory days too. She's just too proud and stubborn to admit it.

Considering how much she's invested in that lie, is it any wonder she suspects him of having an affair? He's suddenly upbeat and seems to have regained the life inside him, regained his fire and fierceness. She loves it... until she finds evidence he hasn't told her everything. Then she suspects the reason for his fire is he's found another beauty. This is every woman's deepest fear! Suddenly, he's no longer in love with her. She's not the beauty anymore, not worth fighting or living for. She feels... second rate. It makes her hurt and angry. It isn't until much later that Bob hadn't been chasing another beauty. He'd just been fulfilling his purpose once again.

(Of course, we don't know what Syndrome had Bob doing in-between the first fight with the robot and Syndrome's introduction. However, given his new love of life and the implication he was being paid handsomely, it's not far off to assume it was something like hero work, even if it was a mere charade to keep him busy. No one likes being idle; we were made to work. So in all likelihood, we can assume Syndrome set him up with fake hero work to keep him busy while he prepared the robot for its final mission.)

At the end of the film, Helen and Bob are still together, and better yet they're Supers again. The adventure they shared reminded them of who they were, and of who the other was. They were more than heroes, more than man and wife... they were a family, and if they stuck together, there was little they couldn't do.

In the end, Bob got his masculinity back. He was a man again, wild at heart and with his wounds healed (though irl, that doesn't usually happen without God's help), and best of all he has a beauty to share it all with. And Helen couldn't love him more for it. When the Underminer appears and starts shouting threats, she doesn't beg him to hold back or be normal or to think of his job... she puts on her mask and smiles... smiles because she knows...

...the adventure is just beginning.


***SPOILERS***


I'll end it here for now, but I'm not quite done. Bob's loss and recovery of his masculinity doesn't affect just him and his wife. There's also his kids, who suffer from his loss as well and then grow when thrust into an adventure that's more dangerous than they can imagine.

Plus, Syndrome's own journey is much like Bob's, only it ends in tragedy instead of triumph.

I'll cover these in future posts. For now, I'm going to take a break. =P After all, even wild men need to bathe now and then. Catch ya all later!
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How I'd do it.

Haven't posted for a while now. I admit, I neglect this thing, if only 'cause I don't have much of an audience (all three of you stand up and wave; you know who you are). Still, for what it's worth, maybe I can at least some of my more interesting thoughts here.

Which leads me to the title of this post. I thought one thing I could try is making posts where I show how I would make a game or movie that pretty much sucked or didn't live up to expectations. My first target will be "Star Fox: Adventures" since that's the game that pretty much killed my Nintendo fanboyism. Seriously, one of the best and most-loved series out there... and we haven't had a decent game since 64. This is not a good thing.

But instead of ranting about how bad it was, I'm going to instead do my best to reinvent the game and see what I can do to improve upon it. Shouldn't be that hard, eh?

Okay, let's see... well, first off, Krystal needs to be a playable character. This was planned from the beginning anyway, back when Star Fox had nothing to do with Dinosaur Planet. I see nothing wrong with giving her a separate mission from Fox. Perhaps she's charged with collecting the Krazoa spirits because she believes it's the best way to save the planet... not realizing that someone else has greater, more evil plans for their power. (We'll get to that later.)

Fox needs a weapon. Blasters are, for some reason, prohibited. Perhaps General Pepper made some requirement to leave firearms behind at the request of one of the leaders on the planet, or it's some old agreement they had when the research teams first investigated it (which might help with some of the lore and backstory; one of the team members, maybe Peppy, could give Fox some little tidbits on some of the areas as he progresses). In any case, Fox needs a weapon. But not Krystal's. Her staff stays with her so she can continue her quest for the spirits. Even if she loses it at the beginning, we can give it back to her when she finds some way out or off of Krazoa Palace. I'm sure she can find her way down, or just call for that friendly pteradactyl friend of hers. So long as she's not trapped in some giant crystal (oh the irony... no, wait, that's just massive suckage).

So. No staff for Fox. So what can he use? Well, why not a sword? The guy who was supposed to be in Dinosaur Planet was using one. And although I'm sure Fox probably knows how to use a staff, I think he deserves a sword. It's a man thing, y'know? Not that I'm knocking staffs (or staves or whatever the damn plural is), but I think it'd fit. 'Course, he might also have to take a small primer course somewhere (tutorials in-game work better when they're tied to the plot somewhat), although we could argue it's a "magic" sword, and thus he finds it easy to use and learn the techniques. Perhaps it has some sort of psychic message, much as Krystal's staff had in the actual game, that tells him only true heroes can wield this sword, and that it has chosen him in this dark and troubled time.

Only problem with this is that Sauria, or Dinosaur Planet, is filled with quadropeds, none of which even have hands. One must assume the sword is either meant for outsiders or that the planet once had a race of noble bipeds with opposable thumbs. One way to solve this is to make Suaria Krystal's home planet, and we can say General Scales killed her race so none could use the sword against him (idiot never anticipated a vulpine from outer space, but then he didn't read the Evil Overlord List). Actually, why not? There. We don't need to know or speculate about Krystal's home planet now. And that also helps explain Krystal's staff, which is probably something reserved for male warriors that she took up after everyone was dead. With no one to tell her otherwise, and no objection from the staff, she arms herself and sets off to find a way to stop General Scales from tearing the planet apart.

Speaking of which, those research teams probably discovered the odd energy that constantly tries to push the planet apart. Not sure what to make of it, they asked the blue vulpine natives (though it took a bit to translate the language). From them they learned of an old temple deep within where the "magic" was concentrated into one place and then pushed up into the atmosphere to filter down onto the inhabitants, who learned to use it in their weapons. Bit like lux from the Questor comics. The research team probably gave it a name (though I'm at a loss as to what to call it) and went on their merry way. Since there's no way to harvest such energy without disrupting the delicate balance of the planet's ecosystem (c'mon, the energy's tearing the planet apart and they probably don't even know what's making it... would you screw with it?), so they leave it alone. Also helps explain why Krystal doesn't have her staff at the end, or in Assault. Still, there might be some useful raw materials there, which they were in the middle of attaining a trade agreement to mine when Andross declared war. His timing sucked for everyone.

Now, these spellstones were crafted long ago by ancients who were dedicated to saving the planet from itself. Maybe they were the ancestors of Krystal's people, or maybe they're the Krazoa themselves, who went extinct a while back for unknown reasons, but still hang around in spirit form. Probably why the palace has such a huge head on the roof. They may have gotten arrogant and their society was destroyed by its own people, dooming the race to extinction. However, the temple remains, thank goodness, and the spellstones still draw in the magical energy and push it into the air where it's needed. That seems to fit, so we'll go with that. Krazoa invented the spellstones just before their society collapsed and they went extinct. The intelligent dinosaurs and Krystal's people took over, though they could never reach the same level of technology (probably due to a lack of opposable thumbs, understanding of science, and a few "misunderstandings" between the various tribes). The Sharpclaws came later after a strange meteor struck the planet and screwed up the magical radiance in the air, producing a mutated species of dinosaur with opposable thumbs. Krystal's people now have competition. Not good for them, huh?

Let's see, what else? Well, one thing I want to get rid of: Andross. He's dead, people. Let's say whatever hell there is in the Star Fox universe has very good gatekeepers. 'Cause I wanted to beat General Scales' big, fat butt and they robbed me of that chance. Don't care if it was Rare or Miyamoto who made the ruling. Andross had no freakin' business being there. Fox's dad can come back, 'cause he's a good guy and all. They get special privileges (which explains the Krazoa spirits too, since they weren't all bad). But Andross? Dead. And good riddance. I thought villains only returned in bad comic book plots.

And since Andross isn't in the picture, the Sharpclaws can't get their tech from him. Most likely, they find some way to salvage some of the old Krazoa tech. And perhaps trade a bit with some of the less reputable people in the galaxy. A little bit of ore and rare minerals (and perhaps some gold and jewels) can buy you a lot of tech if you know who to ask. As such, they gain some crude but powerful technology, as well as some knowledge of lore, which leads to General Scales' attack on both the Krazoa Palace (to learn more about them) and the temple with the Spellstones. Stealing them wouldn't only make the planet easier to conquer (isolate each area and then take it over) but also perhaps give him something to study so he can become even more powerful. Might even start being almost as bad as Andross himself. 'Course, that's presuming he manages to crack them open and discover their secrets before the planet tears itself to pieces.

Now, the plot is likely going to change a bit with all this. Andross won't be the final boss (good riddance), General Scales will likely have to step in (woohoo!) and Fox and/or Krystal will have to kick his butt. 'Course, it's only after the first battle they discover that Krystal's really been trapping the Krazoa spirits in Scales' device, not freeing them. They trusted her because she was of pure heart (well, mostly anyway) and could help them get to the palace. Not her fault that Scales somehow managed to hijack the ancient technology inside and give him what he wanted and needed. So, once he's down for the count, he activates the device, absorbing the five Krazoa inside it (already has one inside him, remember? which the device helps explain), and becomes uber-powerful. Not good. Final epic battle will probably involve Fox and Krystal trading off and using their magic weapons in tandem (is that the right term?) thus fulfilling prophecy and saving the planet from another dark time. And kicking Scales slimy butt too. =D Which will finally satisfy the fans.

Other changes... well, Krystal and Fox should bump elbows now and then on their missions. Mostly so they can bicker a little and maybe flirt too. Or just bicker. =P Either way, they probably would learn to trust each other in the end and become good friends at least.

I think Krystal should get a helper too, like Fox, as was intended originally. That small pteradactyl kid who was supposedly the daughter (or son; I forget which) of the Queen... whatever they were called. =P Been a while and I sold my copy long ago. Anyway, her friend probably eats different food and has different abilities. Maybe chase down bugs for her to eat to resemble the mushroom thing. =P Though perhaps that's too much like the scarab currency. Ah well.

Oh yes, and one more thing:

NO FREAKIN' DINOSAUR LINGO!!

If you're gonna have a native language, it's generally better to first create a real one, not some clever little code that swaps one letter for another. And also, don't use one at all if it's only going to appear for the first 5% of the damn game! ARGH!! Rare, I have one thing to say to you:

You so stoopad!

Honestly. It would've been better, and much more amusing, if Fox's translator had malfunctioned now and then. Give him a little trouble and get into some awkward situations. =P Like whenever he bumps into Krystal. Heck, that could even be foreshadowing. Since the two weapons are destined to be used together to prevent great evil, it'd make sense that they could sense the other's presence and react by increasing their own power twice over. Thus, the energy or magic becomes great enough to mess with Fox's tech, rendering his translator near useless (and earning him a slap when it mistranslates something).

Otherwise, no dino language, mmkay?

I think that's about it. Other than some modification of some of the levels and dialogue, not to mention the overall plot and events on the planet, that's all I can think of changing. So long as most of these major changes were made, I think I'd be happy with the game.

Oh, and since Fox ain't searching for Krazoa spirits, no strength test. =P The Lightfoot tribe just likes Krystal so much they let her in to poke around... but only for a little while!

So, if anybody has bothered to read this, feel free to share your thoughts. I definitely think this would be a marked improvement over the real Star Fox: Adventures game. But if you disagree, please tell me your ideas. I'm willing to hear what others have come up with.

I'll leave the mic open for ya...
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There are sighs deeper than words...

I don't know if anyone reads this, but if anyone does... I need to ask you to do something.

Right now, a friend of mine is out there, and he's hurting. Maybe he's doing better now, maybe not. I don't know. All I know is he's got a lot of pain and guilt to work through. He's convinced, at least every now and then, that he's a worthless, lying, spiteful son-of-a-bitch (pardon my French) who will do anything to get what he wants. He could be right, but it doesn't change the fact that I still care about him. I just wish I could help him let go of all that stuff, even though it may not ultimately be up to me...

Please, if anyone who reads this is of a religious inclination... please pray for my friend. Pray he'll find what he needs to forgive himself and move on, to become a better person. Pray that he'll find peace at last, and friends who truly care about him.

Most of all, pray that I can find the strength that I need to be that kind of friend. God knows, he needs one.

I pray for him every time I think of him. I can't help it. I love him like a brother, and I want the best for him. Can anyone blame me for that?
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Life ain't always beautiful...

I'm feeling a little depressed. I heard a song earlier on a CD of my brother's, one that I always loved from the first time I heard it. "Moon Dance" is such a lovely song, and I think I'd like to sing it one day to my love.

Unfortunately, it doesn't help now. I broke up with my girlfriend a few months back, though we called it "taking a break", due to differences in belief. That was in spring. In the fall, we got into it again and things got ugly. It did not leave me feeling well.

The song doesn't help at all. Worst of all, it reminds me of something I miss from my relationship. We only really talked online, and we did things I ain't exactly proud of, even after the break-up. I admit, I haven't handled my hormones all that well.

But what really kills me is we don't do anything romantic anymore. Whether it's a clean RP or a little cybersex (which I've now given up, as it won't help me clean up my life), we can't. It really wouldn't help things. I know it'd be too painful for me. And I worry it'll hurt her as well. The fallout is killing me, and I'm left alone again.

That song has a line in it about "making love", and even though it wasn't real, I think some of the romantic stuff we did was just that: making love. And I'm heartsick without it. I want someone to make love to. To hell with all the dirty language and kinky sex. I'd give it all up if it meant I had a good woman to love and have passionate sex with. Nothing demeaning, nothing degrading, no damn dildos or sexy lingerie or ropes or whips or... any of that shit.

I just want love. I want a wife, a family, and to see my name up on the shelves at the book stores. I want so much, and yet it feels so far away...

*sigh* Least there's one song that helps somewhat. I heard it on the radio sometime in the last week or so, and it struck me that it fit what I was going through. Little bit of sadness, with some hope at the end. One of the few things I'm clinging to so I don't go to pieces.

No doubt the country fans know it. It's the title of this post. If I could post a sound file of myself singing it, I probably would. Wouldn't be much instrumentation though; I can only sing. My brother's the guitar player.

But I guess this will have to do... sing along if ya like.

Life ain't always beautiful
Sometimes it's just plain hard
Life can knock you down, it can break your heart

Life ain't always beautiful
You think you're on your way
And it's just a dead end road at the end of the day

But the struggle makes you stronger
And the changes make you wise
And happiness has it's own way of takin' it sweet time

No,life aint always beautiful
Tears will fall sometimes
Life aint always beautiful
But it's a beautiful ride

Life aint always beautiful
Some days I miss your smile
I get tired of walkin' all these lonely miles

And I wish for just one minute
I could see your pretty face
Guess I can dream, but life dont work that way


But the struggles makes me stronger
And the changes make me wise
And happiness has it's own way of takin' its sweet time

No, life aint always beautiful
But I know I'll be fine
Hey, life aint always beautiful
But its a beautiful ride
What a beautiful ride


I love ya, hun. Sorry for all this mess. And I forgive ya for your part, as I hope you will forgive me for mine. I just wish I'd gone deeper sooner so I would've known...

btw, would you mind changing your LJ, or updating it? Kinda depressing to keep coming back just to read how I screwed up your last birthday for ya....
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Weird thoughts...

I made a comment to a friend about how difficult drawing can be, especially when you get down to the fine details. I'm not there yet, but even my stick figures need work. One step at a time, and I'll get there yet...

Anyway, I figured if the devil is in the details, he must be casting CTS on artists. That's an RPG joke. Don't worry if ya don't get it.

'Course, this made me think about how that would be a devastating spell in Dungeons & Dragons. If you had Carpel Tunnel as a spell, it'd probably make it so your target's hands and wrists cramp up, thus preventing them from casting any spells with somatic (hand waving) components. At the very least, you'd get a nasty penalty for casting with cramped wrists. 'Course, if you have the Still Spell feat, that'd negate this, though your Dex score would still take a hit, and it's likely you'd have trouble in melee and ranged combat.

Come to think of it, this is starting to sound like a nasty little cantrip......

*furiously jots down notes*