Discourses on Australia: 004
Sometimes I wait too long to make food.
The sun sets, and hours pass.
In kitchen they are everywhere, and I know then that there will be no food.
Thankfully, with that knowledge comes a loss of appetite.
.GigglingCorpse
Archive for December, 2007
Discourses on Australia: 002
There is a war going on. An epic battle waged within my very apartment. I fear I am losing.
Their strategy ingenious: outnumber the enemy billions to one. I wish I had thought of it.
I have but one ally, and he sleeps in my shower.
I named him Sheldon.
Christmas
I find myself in an odd situation.
Living in the future, Christmas came to me (as all things should) before the rest of the world. But what was I to do? When was I to send the many mirrored messages, those obligatory words most associated with that date? There was no easy answer.
No. That’s a lie. There was an easy answer. In fact, there still is.
The answer friends, is now. This very moment, or at least in the near future.
Merry Christmas to you. While we’re at it, happy new year and joyous boxing day.
Discourses on Australia: 003
There exists an insect that I have come to fear more than any other. It has the ability to shuck its own carapace, when taken captive.
What emerges is a creature of a translucent white that then proceeds dismantle and systematically devour this former part of itself, providing itself with what I can only assume is the nourishment with which to outlast its captor. How can any man be expected to face such foes and return victorious?
Ghosted pieces of its former casing are visible within the newly nourished insect leaving it, on completion of its meal, a paler version of its original colour.
Discourses on Australia: 001
I am a man of stealth. Of mystery. It is how I live my life.
In Australia, this is commonplace – enforced upon its residents by tricks of construction. And that is where my problem lies. As a door swings shut, it is decelerated by my hand just as the knob is turned. Once the door will go no further, the knob is eased back into its initial position. It is a position the door knob knows well. A position it is comfortable with.
In Australia, however, this is not the case. Door knobs here are filled with an eerie confidence. They care not in which position they are left.
You see the problem.
I fear Australia will instill a laziness to my stealth. A laziness that will be the death of me.
Beware the robot. He prepares, even now.
Friends, Karl has left us. The ways of this season have torn him from his home and so to end the evolution of Harold, and the world promised by WOK. Will we ever hear from him again? Only time will tell.
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Buildings
I find the exterior of buildings difficult to make. They never turn out the way I want them to.
Oh, well. This one needs the moon that I made and stored in a file called gcmoon.psd. It would be handy if I can find that file, but this far I can only find this jpg:
Anyway, here’s the picture with a placeholder moon.
Placeholder moon
GC Mooned
