I thought I'd jot down some ideas for future 'blog entries so that the next time I find myself in a little creativity drought I'd have some ideas ready and waiting.

Despite my stated intention to make an entry at least every couple of days there have been way too way too many times where I fail to meet that goal. This entry may help ease that problem.

1. The Mystery Hottie. This is the person you see while driving to work, or the girl at the grocery store. You don't know their name or anything about them yet you still want to have sex with them.

2. Asshole of the Day. The people who take up three parking spots. The people who won't use their turn signal. The ultra-Liberals.

3. The Stupidest Thing I Heard Today. I could make an entire website devoted to this topic.

4. Stuff I Didn't Know. They say you learn something new every day. Maybe I should write about the things I learn each day. Like yesterday I learned that the first man to go over 100,000 feet in a balloon got back to Earth by jumping and parachuting. How cool is that?

There's a saying - at least I think there is, maybe I just made it up - that bad things come in threes.

As I type this I'm waiting for the trifecta to complete.

First, I'm relocated to the worst position possible at work. Then on Saturday my truck developed a radiator leak.

Now, as I type this, something in my computer is making an awful racket. I can hope that it's just one of the cooling fans, but I fear that it's one of my disk drives.

If it is a disk I hope it will hold out until I can buy a replacement and transfer all of my files.

Playing with the Terragen Strata plugin and made this one.

I like this image. I think it can be a lot better than it is. Maybe it should just apply itself instead of being so lazy all the time.

as-i-nine
adj.
1. Utterly stupid or silly; asinine behavior.
2. Of, relating to, or resembling as ass.

First off, Friday night.

I had a pint of the Arcadia Scotch Ale, which I like more and more each time I drink it. What happened next was NOT the beer's fault. About halfway through I started feeling a little queasy. By the time I finished my pint I wasn't feeling very good at all so I left. I have since figured out the reason for my little anxiety attack, and it's nobody's business but mine. So there.

Anyway, once home I felt a little better. I had a bottle of Stone Smoked Porter while I watched a movie. It was pretty good beer actually, not as strong of a smoke flavor as some of the other smoked porters I've had, but enough to be recognizable, and enough to be pretty good.

On Saturday, I resolved to be in a better mood.

The night started out pretty well. VigilanteGirl was very fired up about the adventure she'd just had. She'd chased down some gas thieves and got their license number for the cops. She was VERY fired up, and her enthusiasm was quite contagious. I arrived at Rich O's in a very good mood. Ahhh, youth.

My mood was quickly diminished by what has to have been to most fucked up conversation I've ever heard. Now I want to be clear that I consider these people to be my friends, and that hasn't changed, but when people start talking about how cool Nazi's are and how, even if they're not cool, America is no different than the Nazis, I have to either bite my tongue or go off on someone.

I chose to bite my tongue. People like that are, I've found, not very receptive to conflicting views, and like I said, these people were my friends.

After a while I moved over to the island area and spent a good couple of hours talking with CoffeeDude about a lot of things.

Oh yeah, beer. While all the stupidity was going on I had an Arcadia. Once I'd moved to the island I switched to NABC Beak's Best.

I was able, via my conversation with CoffeeDude, to turn my mood back to a positive one.

Thanks, CoffeeDude.

Just a little image I made while playing with Terragen's bliss effect.

As I mentioned a couple of days ago, I've been find it harder and harder to pick an image to eliminate, when posting a new image, to keep myself down to five galleries total.

To help ease that pain somewhat I've gone ahead and added a sixth gallery.

Actually what I did was add a fourth Terragen gallery and rename the old galleries four and five to five and six respectively.

Damn I'm feeling creative lately. My third image in as many days has some of the most complicated surfacing I've done yet:

Instead of doing things I should have been doing, like mowing my lawn, I worked with Terragen today and came up with this:

On a related note - I've got so many images now that I'm finding it harder and harder to find one to eliminate before I can put a new image in one of the three Terragen galleries. I really need to start thinking about adding a fourth - and maybe a fifth - gallery for Terragen images.

Today I saw an image that used Terragen's "glow" feature in a way I'd never even thought of before.

I copied the style and made this:

wan-ton
adj.
1. Immoral or unchaste; lewd.
2. Gratuitously cruel; merciless.
3. Unrestrainedly excessive: wanton extravagance; wanton depletion of oil reserves.
4. Luxuriant; overabundant: wanton tresses.
5. Frolicsome; playful.
6. Undisciplined; spoiled.

I need to learn to keep my mouth shut.

I kind of like this word of the day thing I've been doing in my 'blog. It really cuts down on the creative pressure.

Anyway, tonight several of the regulars were at Rich O's. Let's see, there was CoffeeDude, the dude from last night, LaptopGirl, MisunderstoodGirl, TrainGirl and RealTrainGirl, plus a couple of others that don't warrant special mention - except that one of them had a really hot girl in tow.

I had a pint of the Arcadia Ale, which was quite good. No, really, I liked it a lot. It's just too strong to safely have more than one.

Next I had a pint of SwithWick's (apparently the "W" is silent) and I liked it but after the Arcadia it tasted a little bland.

My next beer was a 2003 Alaskan Smoked Porter, and my last was a half-pint of NABC's Beak's Best ESB.

There were several conversations, but I don't feel like relaying any of them.

Just about the only thing I will point out, to those people reading this for social advice, is that every time a massage is given, at least one of the two people involved is having sexual thoughts about the other person. Perhaps some of you people should remember that the next time you decide to get rubbed down in a public place. For an hour and a half.