Healthy Venting

I truly believe I have the worst luck out of anyone I know.

Let's keep it simple and keep it mechanical, because if I mentioned everything that has gone wrong in the last year this would be a novel, not a blog.

My first car (95 Honda Accord) cost my $4,000 to purchase and ended up costing me another $4,000 in repairs because the place I got from were all crooks. It lasted about seven months.
Got a new(ish) car (03 Mitsubishi Eclipse for $8,600 and I've had it for almost two months and it is now having trouble idling and not stalling while in neutral. Am I a target in the universe? Like someone's bad joke? Because I think I am.
Tomorrow I go back to get the car looked at if it can make it to Manchester, let's see how much money this new car will drain out of me now.

Airsoft

Just another day in the life of a mercenary.

A world in itself

The two of them traveled up river. The waves rippled behind them, beckoning them to row faster. It was like they were being pulled in, as if the river reversed its flow back to the source. Although the water seemed serene, the current was strong, leaving them to paddle only when they needed to turn in a bend in the canyon. They twisted through the terrain like a snake navigating between staggered rocks. A short straightaway was ahead allowing them to put their paddles in their laps. The navigator in front brought his binoculars up from his chest and looked ahead and upward, scanning the ridge of the canyon walls. Carefully he scanned every inch of the canyon crests on either side of the snaking river adjusting as the boat dipped and jogged rhythmically.

[Landscapes created using Terragen]

My little scribbles

Outsider

In the twilight of a time
There emerges a need for man to comprehend his own bitter fate
Finally resigned to the inevitable beyond, he searches the ages
Desperate for stories of assurance, redemption and hope

Such tales fill page upon page with enough ink
To flood a thousand valleys, and drown the tallest tree
But there is one tale that as yet been told
The story of... The Outsider

Desolate and baron, humanities at a crossroads
The people have retreated shuttering their once carefree lives
From unseen enemies which seem to plague not only the physical form
But the innermost thought

Driven by panic, compelled by dread
The masses begin to devolve
Once dear neighbors turn wary foes
Brother against brother, sister against sister

Achievement and ambition are dismissed
As heretical, or worse, treasonous
Even nature itself is scorned
Choked with suspicion and fear
Voices do not dare to sing
Nor fingers to play
Imminent defeat is all but assured

But in the darkest hour
Whispers begin to tell of a figure emerging from the darkness
A being without a name, faceless and obscure
Part presence, part idea they say
As if the very force they describe has existed for eons
A dormant seed awaiting nourishment
Word of radical acts...
Disobedience, non-compliance spread among the people
At first fearful, then defiant, as the legend grows
Whispers turned to cries and the cries into screams
And tend to cower no more the fury of the people
Whose talent behold as they exact revenge on their captors
Spare neither the repentant nor the bold

Now the fire is lit, smoldering in the belly of humanity
It cannot be extinguished, for the stories The Outsider endure
Even as evidence of its presence is debated with the passing years

Messages, dictations, warnings
Stories, such as these...

The Original Project

My first compilation video done at CCNE in '04, which was completed in less than four days with help from Jeff Provencher and Troy Robbins.