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Senility?

Who is this for?
Alzheimer’s patients on Facebook? People with bad memory?
Has senility become widespread among the Facebook community??

Not even people with attention deficit disorder need a fucking reminder of LAST MONTH!

I got this literally on the first of December, I can’t POSSIBLY be nostalgic about LAST MONTH!
Which ended THE DAY BEFORE!

Come back in a year or ten. Or never.

Morons.

Take care,
A.

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Oh dear me…

…I have forgotten to prepare a Friday post. 

Mea culpa. 

Updates: Scrapped portions of Shadows. Going to rewrite that scrapped stuff. One day. Currently writing a new series. Fantasy again. Originally I had wanted to go to space again. But the new sci-fi series has to wait and ripen in my mind. (Too many ideas that need to be incorporated into a single universe, which currently are somewhat incompatible.)

Going to go back to comedy next week. I hope…

Bad news for Christmas. I haven’t got enough for a calendar this year. There’s plenty of stuff out there, mind you, but I haven’t got the time to find it all and write about it. Instead I will do the four Advent Sundays. 

Take care, A.

Nihilistic children…

I was at the playground with my son the other day, and while playing with him I overheard the most nihilistic thing I had ever heard. Especially from a kid.

Nothing is really fun or beautiful

(I am paraphrasing, as it needed translation)

With a kid like that you don’t need to save for college, but for therapy. The boy was around five or six years old and just blurted that line out. On the fucking playground. 

What is that kid’s outlook on life? Starting fires in daycare a year down the road because only the flames provide some warmth? Holy shit. 

Drag the kid to the therapist, medicate him before he’s full on psychotic! What are those parents reading him for bedtime? The collected works of Lovecraft?? This kid needs some serious help!

Thankfully no arson was committed that day. No sacrifice to the deep ones. Just playing on the frakking playground. 

For now. Because remember, nothing is really fun our beautiful. 

Take care (of your psycho kids),
A.

Election Day 

Today is election day.
No shit, Sherlock! It isn’t as if I had been looking forward to seeing an end of all these talks, interviews and all the other campaign bullshit. It isn’t as if I’m singing “Their smiling faces, give me diarrhea” in my head, everytime I see one of these mutant grimaces flashing their teeth at me…

Someone please tell those 2,948 people that they’re morons! Oooh you did a grown up thing? Bravo!
You want a hug? A participation ribbon? A trophy? Some candy?
Fuck you!
What’s next? “I drove to work.” Give that person a medal! “I brushed my teeth!” I sense a Nobel prize winner here…

You’re supposed to vote! That is what a responsible adult living in a democracy does. All this passive aggressive “I voted” crap is empty vapid ego jerking, for the votee to feel superior. To whom?
Non voters. Guess how much of a flying fuck they give about the “I voted” bunch.
Exactly. So….
Fuck. Off.

See election info?
SEE ELECTION INFO???
If you’re eligible to vote, and you need to be educated on HOW, WHERE, WHY, and WHAT concerning this current election, ON ELECTION DAY – do us all a solid, and do not vote.
You imbecilic cunts are the reason this system is broken. For you, there should be a non-participation ribbon/trophy “To dumb to vote, so I didn’t.”

All in all, Facebook, bugger off. Leave politics alone.
Users create and discuss and participate in politics, but you ought to be neutral and STFU.

Take care.

PS: I voted. Give me validation!

[This was written on 15th October 2017.]

Chestnuts

Come fall I used to search for chestnuts all afternoon after school. 

I, as well as my peers, was nuts for chestnuts. Pretty useless crap, those chestnuts. Can’t eat them. They “spoil” soon after collecting them (as in they shrivel up). You could craft shit with them. Which I never did. 

I just liked them. Their shine when fresh. The texture of the hard exterior. The overall look was magnificent. As a kid I likened the bright spot to a navel. They were cute, magnificent, beautiful things. That I just had to collect. 

Just to throw them out soon after, when they were ugly. And molding. But always with sadness in my heart. 

I was waiting at the bus stop the other day. (After a shrink appointment) And there were a few chestnut trees. Since my son is in that magical age of four, I decided to see if I could find some for him, despite there being numerous kindergartens and primary schools in the area. 

I found numerous. 

Kids these days don’t seem to collect them. There’s a proverb floating around the internet. “Every time a kid stares at a smartphone, an adventure dies in a tree somewhere.” 

Have a nice autumn, and go collect these little useless fuckers with your kids.

A.

Writing…

(For lack of a better title)


As you may or may not be aware, I am at odds with my inner demons.
Constantly.
But, I have come here with this picture to let you all know, that I am working on stories. I’m writing, okay?

Won’t win me any awards, but I am out here slaving away for you guys.

It saddens me to say, that I probably won’t be able to make a full-fledged Christmas Calendar this year. If that turns out to be the case, there’ll be five Christmas posts. One per week leading up to the big date, and one for X-Mas itself.

You’ll see when the time comes.

Until such time, I’ll be over here writing, you’ll be able to read my stuff, and hopefully I’ll be able to spam you with Friday stuff.

In case anyone wondered what happened to Whose World – I scrapped it. (Because it’s garbage) If and when I’ll bring it back (all new stuff), I’ll let you know.

Take care, A.

That was the vacation back in mid August. 

Behind my little plastic avatar lies lake Ossiach. It was cold, but it wasn’t if you actually rushed/jumped in. 


Basically the same view without foreground obstructions at night.


At day.


Mists rising from the lake as the sun rose. 


Hye spodermin! /Lamejoke. Intricate spider web.


Visiting Castle Hochosterwitz. 


Whistling the Game of Thrones theme…


Drawbridge.


The view! 


The view!


Either the boredom got to me, or the sun, or 

the wine. I told you that this is a wine country 😉 

(And my cellphone can is broken btw.)

hope you liked this as much as I had enjoyed it. 

Take care, A.