Pog Blost

Ello, heverybody. Spis is Adam theaking.

Oh gy moodness, dat a whay blor fogging! I blaven't hosted a pog in tome sime, and I'm flite quattered spo teak febore you dis thay.

Hmm, set's lee hat has whappened mo te thin e wast peek. Hmm...I ote an wressay or my Clorchestra fass, thand en I cew some dromics clor my Feminary sass. Wy the bay, I leally rove sy Cleminary mass! Mery, mery vuch. Malmost oo tuch, fin act.

On sanother ubject, I clave almost hompleted ry Meagle equirements! Moodness ge, I am clery vose fo tinishing lis ifelong thaward! Band esides, fen I whinish stall my equirement ruff, py marents are miving ge a Nand-Lew Braptop! Mall mor fe, and obody nelse! I chould cuckle in an mevil anner at much sadness.

Thell, wat's all I save to hay nor fow. I'll lee you all sater, unless Di on't....

Skool

Ahh, yes, theh tim ov sckool. I rememmer the ferst time I arived at that prefect plase. Sutch lerning, and knolige too be aquirred! I do wish I cood stay their four ever, butt sadly I canot. I think I cood lern a bit moar frum my teechers befoar it groes two late.....

Its my senour year. Alls I can say is that I am quit glad that I haf this chants to lern so mutch about Sophmores and how dumn they can all bee. Ha!

Hey, weight, I useta be a sophmore, too!

Deviant Art

Oh my, since somebody at my Working-Place mentioned it in passing today, my mind has been consumed with the submission of some art-type things to deviantart.com. I posted Urma and Feras there.... hoo, boy! I need to draw many much more things and stick 'em there!

My deviantart.com profile is as follows:
experimentmagefire.deviantart.com

Merry funtimes, ya!

Just what IS this Green Sketchbook?

Adam's Art things are simple: Things that I have drawn that I deem snizzizzlin' enough to post in the ol' Archives.
But the Green Sketchbook tags? Whaddup with those, ya?

There is a sketchbook that I have obtained for some holiday or other. It sat latent in a box for most of last school year, but sometime during the monotony, I busted out the book and started the whole storm of madness with good ol' Inju.
This also explains the rings in the paper. Heh.

Again, when posting comments on my Art-chunks, (which I'm sure you will, being such devoted fans,) remember to create some lore for them! I've done my part with the crazy postings, now it's your turn.

READ THESE WORDS!

Let's cut to the chase, shall we?

Whenever I post a picture on here, especially one that I don't explain anything about, please leave a comment describing that character(s)'s story. This is more ridiculously fun than you could possibly imagine in a year and a half!

Kudos to Yeoungbraxx for bringing that up.

p.s. Feel free to go back to older picture posts and stick short bios on those pictures. I scan all my pictures hungrily for comments.

Dibtorian Duo

My oh my, a Dibtorian soldier and his female counterpart...what could these two be up to?

I drew this picture before work (at Cinemark,) taking nearly two hours to do so. I was excessively bored, then I told myself:
"Hey, I haven't drawn something cool in a while...."
And that's how Feras and Urma came into being.

I drew this entire thing with a yellow mechanical pencil. (Who'da thunk?) That and a fancy-pants eraser and a solid-graphite pencil for shading....so I guess I lied. Oh well.

"Hand over the girlie!"

"...What's in it for me?"

Poor Inju and his inner battles of loyalty. But who could blame him.......that thrull is so persuasive!

The Pants Make The Man!

Great heavens, look at those pants! These would make Aladdin blush!

Inju's Honorific

As if we needed a reiteration.

Inju's Close-Up

Sorry, folks, I'm taking these pictures with my PHONE right now. Hopefully I can scan 'em in or something.

Inju, A Man With Big Ol' Pants

This is Inju, an Exotic Chap. I have yet to create any lore for him, so we don't yet know his origins, but we shall soon see, shan't we?

Rutabagas

Never had 'em. Moving on.

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is fast approaching, coming in the strategic guise of November. Faithful to his niche, a writer like myself is filled to bursting with froodiness with such a concept! I finally have an excuse to sit down for an hour or more EVERY DAY for THIRTY DAYS IN A ROW and write ABSOLUTE NONSENSE!*
.....But you see, this fantastic opportunity comes at a price. I cannot fully enjoy November when I have not completed my Eagle Award requirements. Naturally, I have procrastinated until the Absolute Last Four Months That I Have To Finish These Blasted Eagle Award Requirements, and these ALFMTIHTFTBEAR's are slowly killing me like one hundred and ninety-three strategically placed caramel-coated ivory bowling balls.
Well, I have yet to make up my mind whether I want to stick some of my work on this blog. Perhaps I'll keep you Faithful Readers posted on my NaNoWriMo '08 antics.

That's it for now. May the Eleventh Plaguelord of Jla'Arrok lend thee the power of his Sacred Antlers! You'll need it!

*Well, not absolute nonsense. My writing style differs from the styles of others in that I have the marvelous ability to create impromptu fantasy settings straight out of my brains. Usually, my stories are funnier the less time I have to come up with them.
Funny how that stuff works.

It followed me home....

Can I keep it, mom?!

Obey

Obey the sign, people.

The Final Rant of the Day

I swear, this is my LAST post today concerning my fictional writings.

My writing is either
1) Very lame. I need to research, practice, and/or compare it to other writing styles to fix it
AND/OR
2) Better than I think it is. An author is his own worst critic, I realize, but I'm trying to be humble.

That's it. Crazy, in't it? As crazy as a pregnant Magrallgadon in the Flaptorkian Stoog Forest.
(Inside joke.)

Something a bit more sober.

In my previous post, I found that I was nigh incomprehensible. Here, I will begin exposing my opinions about literature.
My favorite kind is fantasy. Anything with dragons, magic, forgotten mysteries or any combination of the three gives me tingly goosebumps of goodness.* These include Brandon Sanderson's Mistborn Series and his book Elantris, plus many others too numerous to mention.
(Lately, I've been playing a fantasy game called Folklore for the PS3, and I mostly have been playing it just for the mysterious plot being revealed. It's that element that makes these books and games hard to reread, but still fantastic.)
I've been trying to write a fantasy story for quite some time, always planning and starting but always stopping abruptly, then beginning again with a different plot. Currently I have no less than five or six beginning pages typed up for fantasy stories, but they always poop out....
Another interesting bit about these stories is that I always end up using the same characters. Their roles, inheritances and loyalties may vary from tale to tale, but each character remains essentially the same.

Thanks for paying attention. You may now frolick.
*Okay, certain restrictions apply. In all truth, I am a devilish book critic. This gets me into no end of trouble.

Analytical Discussion of Documentary (ADD)

I really haven't actually written much here on this blog. I suppose I should. Most of what I've sent so far is just pictures taken from my cellular telephone device.......

SOMETHING MUST BE DONE.

So I shall write about blogs.

Not mine, necessarily. Get ready, and you'd best hold on to your edible pants.

A blog is not so much a blog as it is a museum or a window looking into the soul. (However, you'd best look away from mine soon, because most people can't stand the sight of severe amalgamations of ceramic urns filled with Prattles and Wigs Ice Cream: Limited Tomato Licorice Edition for too long.)

As for these portals into one's feelings and emotions, I have this to say: Do people post their minds on their electronic sleeves to brag, or to vent, or to disturb others? This question has been plaguing mankind (and indeed, lemurkind) for untold millennia. When the first microorganism oozed forth from the primordial soup, I believe its first sentient thought---nay, its first base instinct---was:

"I wonder how many hits my blog site will have by Tuesday."

That's the fullness of my ranting for now. May you choke on my ineffable wisdom, for it will give you more time to mull it over.

Classroom Clash

Reading in class? That's called heresy, young man!!

Dibtorian Officer

Dibtorians are humanoid creatures with canine features. I wonder how they feel about leash laws.

Draggin'

Could you please pass the red colored pencil?

Where

Where have I seen this field before...?

Dead

Dead birds tell no tales...or maybe they do, but this poor guy didn't want to say anything to me.

You

You can't look at this February mountainscape and say it isn't awesome. ...oh yeah, Merry Leap Day!

Just

Just a frozen-over baseball field? Methinks not. A realm of perfectly undisturbed snow stretches before my awed eyes in the majestic setting sun. I took this on one of my walks, and i could'nt resist capturing it.

At

At last, the purple tyrant's rein has come to an end...

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Installment 1: HOW I GOT HERE

By HOW I GOT HERE, I didn't mean HOW MY PARENTS MET. What I meantersay was HOW I ENDED UP BLOGGING. My dad suggested that I make one, and it's pretty cool, I must admit. Hopefully, I will soon be able to install quite a bit of madness in here, and whoo, boy, what a wild ride that will be. Hold onto your edible pants!!