Midweek madness

January 13, 2010

Let’s see, http://steamcommunity.com/id/jingquan. So yeah 1hr of gaming everyday, if at all. Goodbye.

Dead Alone

December 22, 2009

The hardest part drawing this is not thinking about launching the game and start slashing some more zombies. Hang on, I know I’m going to.

Memento

December 10, 2009

EDIT: I decide to make this one public, I don’t care.

So i watched a movie called Memento and here’s my (unrelated) thoughts…

As usual, I’m sitting here pondering for a good 30mins what’s gonna fill this blank. I wish I can lay my thoughts raw now on the screen in front of me, like swirling liquid in a watertight box, then dress it up with descriptions and structure later. Effortless I reckon, but isn’t what I’m doing now without the typing. Maybe, but a thought is so fragile, anything louder than a whisper it will dissipate. You see that’s why short term memory exist.

(One of the most notorious grammar mistakes is the dash, as in like ’short-term’.)

After a bit of thinking, I’m sure you can call it Short-term memory. The article, as I’m reading as I type, reminds myself of something I kinda of do myself. For instance, you want me to bring you this book tomorrow? Bing. Etched as un-importance then moving on to whatever I’m doing. Perhaps being dismissive is the problem huh, I didn’t search yet. So how about really remembering things, I’m afraid I’m not really good at that either. It’s a little scary to think how I’ve managed to snap out the important stuff in due just like that. I can’t remember anything I’ve unintentionally forget of late. Still it’s a blessing isn’t it, without a lingering ‘goddamn do this or die’ voice in your head.

So you can say I live an blithe life. Yes I guess so, and I don’t wish to think extensively about it, its stressful. Oh hang on, stress =/= pressure. Unlike everyone else who says ’stress’ like Paul Bunyan striding through nettles, to me it probably meant: I fucking hate doing it.

Let’s plot out my short-term memory, it does in fact exist in a separate store.

Level 0 – I don’t care. I assume its gets utterly obliterated upon transmission.
Level 0.2 – Trivia, but I’m listening for now.
Level 1 – Note worthy, stored for future references.
Level 2 – Somewhat important, I remind myself actively.
Level 3 – OMG halp. I can’t get it out of my head. Distractingly active.
Level 4 – I like pies…..and cats.

I know what you’re thinking, wall of text, too long, didn’t read.

Suger Mill

November 25, 2009

I’ve got some troubles but they won’t last.
I’ m gonna lay right here down in the grass.
And pretty soon my troubles will pass,
cuz I’m in the

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Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su
Sugar Mill.

Yesterday it rained in New Orleans.
I heard it also rained in Burger Town.
But not a drop fell on little me,
cuz I’m in the

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Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su
Sugar Mill.

I’ve never had a gun that like me some.
I never had a friend that wanted one.
So I’ll just lay back down and laugh at the storm,
cuz I’m in the

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Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su
Sugar Mill.

If I had a bottle of pill to pass.
Or a firedoor that is made of steel.
You’ll go away and let me spend,
my life at the

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Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su, Su-Su-Su-Su-Su-Su
Sugar Mill.