"Recite," stated the Caterpillar.
"Shant!" Exclaimed Alister in the well trained reaction of a mischievous little boy.
The Caterpillar sat upright.
"Why?" it asked, sending a puff of smoke into the air.
"I don't want to," explained Alister, folding his arms defensively.
"Why?"
Alister was taken aback. He didn't really know how to respond to this.
"It's not fun," he ventured, unfolding his arms and standing a little straighter.
"That is not correct," said the Caterpillar. "I quite enjoy it."
"It's not fun for me," explained Alister.
"You?" spluttered the Caterpillar, "Who ARE you?"
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Creature
I call it the: Avioferreus.
The creature is a predator bird, with incredibly strong wings and claws. The claws however, are not used for damaging the prey or defending the prey. They're mainly for severing essential arteries on wounded prey which the bird is incredibly adept at targeting. The Avioferreus however doesn't commence kills with targeting arteries. It's wings are designed to envelop the bird and cover up all essential parts of the bird's body. It's method of killing begins with circling the prey from high up above. It then dives to within meters of the prey and then rotates it's body, while curling it's wings it, becoming something resembling a cannonball which, because of the speed at which it is travelling, can crush large mammal skulls.
The "cocoon" that it creates with its wings protects its almost completely from damage, and is important to the young since they develop the instinct almost immidiately, and it protects them from falling damage when they try to fly, and also protects them from predators.
Since the claws are not necessary except to complete kills, the feet are created more to carry heavy loads and thus, in combination with the strong wings, the bird can support enough food for many offspring at one time. The female and the male both take turns looking after the young and hunting since there is no obvious difference physically in the two of them besides coloring. The male is typically black with bright red and blue markings, while the female, a more simple brown and white coloring.
The creature is a predator bird, with incredibly strong wings and claws. The claws however, are not used for damaging the prey or defending the prey. They're mainly for severing essential arteries on wounded prey which the bird is incredibly adept at targeting. The Avioferreus however doesn't commence kills with targeting arteries. It's wings are designed to envelop the bird and cover up all essential parts of the bird's body. It's method of killing begins with circling the prey from high up above. It then dives to within meters of the prey and then rotates it's body, while curling it's wings it, becoming something resembling a cannonball which, because of the speed at which it is travelling, can crush large mammal skulls.
The "cocoon" that it creates with its wings protects its almost completely from damage, and is important to the young since they develop the instinct almost immidiately, and it protects them from falling damage when they try to fly, and also protects them from predators.
Since the claws are not necessary except to complete kills, the feet are created more to carry heavy loads and thus, in combination with the strong wings, the bird can support enough food for many offspring at one time. The female and the male both take turns looking after the young and hunting since there is no obvious difference physically in the two of them besides coloring. The male is typically black with bright red and blue markings, while the female, a more simple brown and white coloring.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Wonderland?
Something I've been thinking about recently. What would the Wonderland of a little boy have been like?
Stay tuned for bits and pieces of "Alister in Wonderland."
Stay tuned for bits and pieces of "Alister in Wonderland."
The Adventure :: Part III
If you're not carefull I'll push you in.
The pool is shallow with several varieties of colorfull fish swimming around in it. The bottom of the pool is covered in pebbles, incredibly smooth and almost as colorfull as the fish. There is only one plant growing up from the bottom of the pool, directly in the center. It grows about half way up the depth of the water. The stem is solid and conical and several leaflike expansions expand out from the stem, bright green with the edges tinted slightly black.
>look sign
{*****************************************}
{ Once I see, between the trees
{ All that can be, or will not be
{ You venture there, Alone the best
{ Reality tear, or best: unrest.
{ So should you choose too walk that path
{ Prepare yourself for unknown wrath
{*****************************************}
> look north
There's definitely still an exit there like I told you. Idiot.
The northern path is somewhat ominous. It's into the darker part of the forest. The foliage hangs over the path and blocks out the sunlight. See? I would have made the path nice except you got all uppity about me repeating you. Mess with the narrator? See you lator.
> that was lame
Yeah, kinda dropped the ball on that one, but you get my point.
> get plant
As you reach into the pool to try to take the plant, the fish suddenly all orient on your hand and begin to swim quickly towards it, looking considerably less happy and considerably more... toothy. Fortunately, you are quick enough to get your hand out, but the fish seem to be acting more restless now. Wouldn't try that again if I were you.
> go north
The trees bough down, covering you in the folliage. They seem to be actually moving to close in on you. It appears that the trunks are even leaning towards you, close to crushing together with you inbetween them. The path is becoming less and less like a path, more and more like a dirt skid through the earth... a track barely travelled by. It continues to the north where the trees seem to consume the path. There's also always the pool to the south, sweet freedom from the horror that is this path.
> go north
Are you sure? It's probably not a great idea.
> go south
Much better choice. You owe me one champ.
You're back in the clearing with the pond. I can repeat all that if you want, but I figure you know it already. If not, just scroll the hell up and reread it.
> bitter much?
Perhaps a little. How would you like it if all you did all day was explain to half-witted adventureres (present company excluded of course) what they're looking at, and which ways they can go and which useless ass items are lying around on the floor for them to pick up to try and complete whatever crazy quest they're on? It's not exactly a rewarding profession. My mom always said I should be a lawer... I should have listened to her.
> minuslifestory
You'll pay for that. No more help from me.
> go east
The pool is shallow with several varieties of colorfull fish swimming around in it. The bottom of the pool is covered in pebbles, incredibly smooth and almost as colorfull as the fish. There is only one plant growing up from the bottom of the pool, directly in the center. It grows about half way up the depth of the water. The stem is solid and conical and several leaflike expansions expand out from the stem, bright green with the edges tinted slightly black.
>look sign
{*****************************************}
{ Once I see, between the trees
{ All that can be, or will not be
{ You venture there, Alone the best
{ Reality tear, or best: unrest.
{ So should you choose too walk that path
{ Prepare yourself for unknown wrath
{*****************************************}
> look north
There's definitely still an exit there like I told you. Idiot.
The northern path is somewhat ominous. It's into the darker part of the forest. The foliage hangs over the path and blocks out the sunlight. See? I would have made the path nice except you got all uppity about me repeating you. Mess with the narrator? See you lator.
> that was lame
Yeah, kinda dropped the ball on that one, but you get my point.
> get plant
As you reach into the pool to try to take the plant, the fish suddenly all orient on your hand and begin to swim quickly towards it, looking considerably less happy and considerably more... toothy. Fortunately, you are quick enough to get your hand out, but the fish seem to be acting more restless now. Wouldn't try that again if I were you.
> go north
The trees bough down, covering you in the folliage. They seem to be actually moving to close in on you. It appears that the trunks are even leaning towards you, close to crushing together with you inbetween them. The path is becoming less and less like a path, more and more like a dirt skid through the earth... a track barely travelled by. It continues to the north where the trees seem to consume the path. There's also always the pool to the south, sweet freedom from the horror that is this path.
> go north
Are you sure? It's probably not a great idea.
> go south
Much better choice. You owe me one champ.
You're back in the clearing with the pond. I can repeat all that if you want, but I figure you know it already. If not, just scroll the hell up and reread it.
> bitter much?
Perhaps a little. How would you like it if all you did all day was explain to half-witted adventureres (present company excluded of course) what they're looking at, and which ways they can go and which useless ass items are lying around on the floor for them to pick up to try and complete whatever crazy quest they're on? It's not exactly a rewarding profession. My mom always said I should be a lawer... I should have listened to her.
> minuslifestory
You'll pay for that. No more help from me.
> go east
Friday, August 15, 2008
The Adventure :: Part II
You go east.
You stroll through into the forest, leaving the road behind. The sound of birds chirping flows through the trees while small animals skitter around the woods just outside the path. The forest is made up of all different kinds of folliage, mostly green, but with a spattering of blue and violent in flower patches. In one particular patch, there's a spattering of yellow mixed with the blue, and sunlight hits the flowers blanketing them gently in a soft glow. The path continues to the northeast, and exits the forest to the west.
> examine flower patch
You examine the flower patch.
The flowers seem to shine in the sunlight, and there seems to be something lying in the patch. Upon closer inspection there is a wooden doll lying within the patch. Shaped like a bowling pin and about six inches high, it's hand painted and delicately crafted. There is a small line around the circumference of the doll, halfway between head and foot.
> open doll
You open the doll.
The doll is empty.
> close doll.
You close the doll.
The doll is whole again.
> stop repeating my commands
I'm going to stop repeating your commands now. Jerk.
> go northeast
You... right, no repeaty.
You stroll through the forest, idly whistling and humming a happy tune. How do I know that you were doing that? Because I'm watching you. Anyways, you come out into a clearing with a crystal clear pool in the center of it. There's an exit back to the southwest and a path to the north. To the east of the pool, there are two enormous oak trees, one of which has a sign posted on it.
> look in pool
You stroll through into the forest, leaving the road behind. The sound of birds chirping flows through the trees while small animals skitter around the woods just outside the path. The forest is made up of all different kinds of folliage, mostly green, but with a spattering of blue and violent in flower patches. In one particular patch, there's a spattering of yellow mixed with the blue, and sunlight hits the flowers blanketing them gently in a soft glow. The path continues to the northeast, and exits the forest to the west.
> examine flower patch
You examine the flower patch.
The flowers seem to shine in the sunlight, and there seems to be something lying in the patch. Upon closer inspection there is a wooden doll lying within the patch. Shaped like a bowling pin and about six inches high, it's hand painted and delicately crafted. There is a small line around the circumference of the doll, halfway between head and foot.
> open doll
You open the doll.
The doll is empty.
> close doll.
You close the doll.
The doll is whole again.
> stop repeating my commands
I'm going to stop repeating your commands now. Jerk.
> go northeast
You... right, no repeaty.
You stroll through the forest, idly whistling and humming a happy tune. How do I know that you were doing that? Because I'm watching you. Anyways, you come out into a clearing with a crystal clear pool in the center of it. There's an exit back to the southwest and a path to the north. To the east of the pool, there are two enormous oak trees, one of which has a sign posted on it.
> look in pool
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
The Adventure :: Part I
You are standing on the side of an abandonned highway in the grass. Beside you, pulled off the road is a light green 1994 four door Escort with the driver's side door open. This is no surprise since you just got out of it and still have your hand on the door. Way to run out of gas in the middle of no where. The road stretches out ahead of you to the south and out behind to the north. There is a dirt path that leads into the woods to the east.
> verbose
Maximum verbosity.
> look car
Nessie is looking mighty fine today. Except for being out of gas of course.
> look in car
You look in Nessie.
A comforting gray interior greets your eyes. This well built standard may have a lot of kilometers on her, over 250 thousand, but looks brand new on the inside. The keys are still in the ignition and there are several maps, all open on the dashboard. In the foot area for the front seat passenger is a spare gas can, sitting there, completely empty and somewhat morose looking. There's also a bottle of Ultimate Extreme Caffien Booster Power sitting closed in one of the cup holders.
> get can
You get the gas can.
> get keys
You get the keys
> get bottle
You get the bottle of Ultimate Extreme Caffien Booster Power
> inventory
You are carrying:
A gas can (empty)
Keys
A bottle of Ultimate Extreme Caffien Booster Power
Your wallet
The weight of the world on your shoulders
> close door
You close Nessie's door
> lock car
Nessie is now safe and sound.
> go east
> verbose
Maximum verbosity.
> look car
Nessie is looking mighty fine today. Except for being out of gas of course.
> look in car
You look in Nessie.
A comforting gray interior greets your eyes. This well built standard may have a lot of kilometers on her, over 250 thousand, but looks brand new on the inside. The keys are still in the ignition and there are several maps, all open on the dashboard. In the foot area for the front seat passenger is a spare gas can, sitting there, completely empty and somewhat morose looking. There's also a bottle of Ultimate Extreme Caffien Booster Power sitting closed in one of the cup holders.
> get can
You get the gas can.
> get keys
You get the keys
> get bottle
You get the bottle of Ultimate Extreme Caffien Booster Power
> inventory
You are carrying:
A gas can (empty)
Keys
A bottle of Ultimate Extreme Caffien Booster Power
Your wallet
The weight of the world on your shoulders
> close door
You close Nessie's door
> lock car
Nessie is now safe and sound.
> go east
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Which are you?
Senses flow, experiences.
The material, it's favorite seat feels good.
It tastes good.
It is full.
The grasshopper prepares to leave. It doesn't manage to leave.
Eyes watching, staring from the darkness.
The creature stalks it's prey.
Silently in the night, the motion has attracted it's eyes.
It hides in the bushes, readjusting it's feet, preparing to leap out into the clearing.
The kitten leaps on the grasshopper but never makes it
Bright light, shadows...
Circling upon the air currents, staring down.
A sudden blur of motion, a leap, a creature has started to run.
It falls, diving, speeding towards the ground, the end coming from up high.
The eagle hits the cat at full speed, claws on.
The material, it's favorite seat feels good.
It tastes good.
It is full.
The grasshopper prepares to leave. It doesn't manage to leave.
Eyes watching, staring from the darkness.
The creature stalks it's prey.
Silently in the night, the motion has attracted it's eyes.
It hides in the bushes, readjusting it's feet, preparing to leap out into the clearing.
The kitten leaps on the grasshopper but never makes it
Bright light, shadows...
Circling upon the air currents, staring down.
A sudden blur of motion, a leap, a creature has started to run.
It falls, diving, speeding towards the ground, the end coming from up high.
The eagle hits the cat at full speed, claws on.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Stupidity and the practice thereof
I've figured something important out that we've been told all of our lives. It would seem strange to declare that I've figured it out, but by experiencing it first hand.
The brain is a muscle. A very strange muscle.
I am not exercising mine and thus it makes me feel dumb. I am much more stupid for having started working at Zellers. The job is so amazingly mindless that I don't get any practice at all, thus when I get home, I feel more stupid. I need a job that exercises my brain. Maybe one that helps with my body as well since I'm flabby and weak again.
It's difficult to find a job that does those two things, physical exercise is generally considered to be your own responsibility outside of work. Mental exercise during work, and relaxation on your own time.
My problem is I live in the present while terrified of the future. (I used to be haunted by the past as well but I'm getting over that.)
Thus, in the immediate present, relaxation takes over from physical exercise. I'm also afraid of not having enough time to do all the things I want. I'm afraid of routine, but I need a routine that makes me money so that I can live.
I want a job that is traveling all over, with exercise both mental and physical, and doesn't involve shooting people or being shot at.
In an ideal world of course.
Looks like it's time to decide what's really important to me.
The brain is a muscle. A very strange muscle.
I am not exercising mine and thus it makes me feel dumb. I am much more stupid for having started working at Zellers. The job is so amazingly mindless that I don't get any practice at all, thus when I get home, I feel more stupid. I need a job that exercises my brain. Maybe one that helps with my body as well since I'm flabby and weak again.
It's difficult to find a job that does those two things, physical exercise is generally considered to be your own responsibility outside of work. Mental exercise during work, and relaxation on your own time.
My problem is I live in the present while terrified of the future. (I used to be haunted by the past as well but I'm getting over that.)
Thus, in the immediate present, relaxation takes over from physical exercise. I'm also afraid of not having enough time to do all the things I want. I'm afraid of routine, but I need a routine that makes me money so that I can live.
I want a job that is traveling all over, with exercise both mental and physical, and doesn't involve shooting people or being shot at.
In an ideal world of course.
Looks like it's time to decide what's really important to me.
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Between
There is a place where Demons creep;
Between your waking, and your sleep;
Where faeries live and goblins roam;
Where inspiration makes it's home;
Some go and stay, inside you see;
They "suffer" from "insanity";
Some pass right through and won't admit,
To their experience in it;
They live and die without a word;
For they are just part of the herd;
But me? I like to stop and stare;
To just enjoy what I see there;
I will not stay forevermore;
For then my grip on life'd be tore;
Occasional trips in my mind;
They occupy, help me unwind;
So there I'll go, and will not stay;
Until I leave this life some day.
Between your waking, and your sleep;
Where faeries live and goblins roam;
Where inspiration makes it's home;
Some go and stay, inside you see;
They "suffer" from "insanity";
Some pass right through and won't admit,
To their experience in it;
They live and die without a word;
For they are just part of the herd;
But me? I like to stop and stare;
To just enjoy what I see there;
I will not stay forevermore;
For then my grip on life'd be tore;
Occasional trips in my mind;
They occupy, help me unwind;
So there I'll go, and will not stay;
Until I leave this life some day.
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