Dot Com.

A staggering amount of myself is making myself believe that I need to continue to explain and place words together and understand for the sake of legitimacy and honesty.

Honesty.

Now there's something that hasn't been able to just leave my house like a good house guest. I don't blame it either, it's a nice feeling. But who am I really, when I think these cookies are a nice feeling.

Alright, I'll do it. I'll keep the words coming more frequently. I will tell the story, and show the world how I see the world. I mean, that's what it's always been about in the first place, hasn't it?

Garage

When I get that really intense desire to create sounds, waves of pressures, to stitch the very fabric of one our human senses I have to feel the ingenious of the sounds created by some one else. I have to feel as though I understand their mind, why they chose what they chose, and how to make it feel right.

I usually just go on Tumblr and type in Future Garage.

dBlog

It's the first day I've put any actual text down for this blog engine I'm writing. I'm doing the project for my mother's new business, en which she needs Internet exposure to her future clients. I figured the best way to do this was to write an engine that's easy to use and just works.

So here's some screenshots of the work I've put in thus far.

I'm having a blast looking over MySQL and PHP again. This entire project is just the kind of thing I needed to do, I think.

Linux and Proprietary

I swiped the Alienware M11x from work not even a month ago. I've been using Windows 7 Ultimate on it as my primary OS and haven't even attempted any form of Linux distribution. My biggest fear is not having the drivers line up and work out of the box. There is a discrete graphics card on this machine which I know will have to enabled after an Ubuntu install, but I had to run manufacturer drivers for shit like my SD card slot, the USB drives. and the wireless card.

So after this post I'm going to run a live image of Ubuntu and see what the hell happens.

Working on my own Dynamic Content System engine that I'm going to use for a website project I have going on. It's basically a very minimal blog engine.

Long

I never liked to write for an audience, but at the same time it makes you ponder why the hell you're writing in the first place. Mostly to get my ideas out and down and then when I forget them they're not forgotten. More words will have to come, and more thought will have to be put into their structure and organization. I'm not worried about that, I'm more worried about that audience listening, focusing, and feeling used and abused.

I'm smarter than the people I write for because why would I write towards things that are above me? I've run myself into too many circles and for that I will encounter a title worth having. Or so one should hope.

There's not a lot of darkness in this city. I mean, it gets dark but I never see black. It's a manufactured darkness with absolutely no depth. A night-light for the city life. I've been forced into a environment that I can grow comfortable with quickly, but realistically I'll never fit into the mold. That's all alright though, I mean, I guess it's okay to be that way.

The seclusion of mother nature is haunting, because you're never actually alone. The issue is that you're never with other people. Other people are predictable, they are good, they are bad, they mean no harm, they want to live, love, laugh, cry, shit, and die like the rest of us. Wilderness though, wild animals survive, daily. They don't see me as more of a threat than any other living being within the kingdom. I am no body here.

I long for the days when I was not watched and I long for the days where I may break the twigs and scare the life.

Soon.

Sooner.

Art

The art never even left his basement. It stood on the easels and waited for some lonely soul to stop and watch as the stories were told. No one had the patience, no one even had the access.