Dreams

Dreams… are weird.

I don’t dream a lot, and what I mean by that is that I only very rarely remember dreams when I wake up. I’m pretty sure I still dream though, I just don’t remember it.

Last night I had an odd dream. I was with someone on a beach. Everything was gray, the sand, the water, the sky. Everything. We were apparently trying to build a craft of some sort to get off the beach. I assume we were stranded. I managed to get a boat (somehow) and out in the water I befriended a bird. No clue why.

The whole thing then transitioned to me trying to get some papers from a locked office room. I think it was a school, may have been one of my old schools which would make sense. I don’t know why I wanted those papers but it seemed important. I still had the bird and was trying to use it to get into the room.

That’s pretty much what I can recall at this point. It always feels weird to recall a dream because it happens so rarely.

I can’t ever recall having a nightmare. Which I suppose I should be thankful for, but maybe I just suppress them or something?

Eve

Eve was the curious sort. The sort that had to frequently be told not to stray too far from the school. Unfortunately she was also the sort that was easily distracted, which meant what she’d been told didn’t matter very much when a distraction presented itself.

She’d been told countless times not to stray too close to the surface, but because she was too young, or at least her parents thought so, she wasn’t told why. Just that it was dangerous.

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Wut

So apparently mom read the previous post about me moving, which I didn’t expect despite posting a link to it on Facebook. Apparently she took offense to the post as she thought it implied that I’d had a horrible time living there. She said she’d “read between the lines”.

Of course it didn’t say that. I wrote that there were annoyances and several reasons to want to move out. Plenty more than what I’d written about to be sure. That doesn’t mean it was horrible. It was very comfortable. Just frustrating sometimes.

The First Move

So, as usual the frequency at which I write these is severely lacking. I should try to write more.

A significant thing has happened since the last post, I’ve moved! I moved out of my parents house, after roughly 26 years of living there (I’m 28, the first two years we lived in an apartment). Continue reading “The First Move”

Bowling

Went out bowling with my girlfriend and a group of friends last weekend. First we had a nice meal at the restaurant.

The bowling didn’t go well at first, and didn’t seem to go very well overall, but then I ended up winning somehow anyway, although the margin probably wasn’t that large. But still.

Always a nice surprise to win at something I guess. I continue to annoy my girlfriend by being surprisingly good at bowling. I’m sure she’ll end up winning at some point.

We’re supposedly going to have a go again in about a month, as 3 out of the 6 of us have our birthdays pretty close together. We’ll see how it goes then!

I need to look up how scoring works in bowling.

Counting more Art

So, the art-counter site broke slightly a few days ago. Nothing serious though.

I had just made a new drawing for the first time in quite a while (96 days) and when I added it to the counter I noticed that it hadn’t underlined the times and made them copy-able like it was supposed to.

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Art Comments

Yesterday night I installed a plugin for Disqus on my art site and connected it to my account. That means it’s now possible to post comments on my art.

Disqus requires logging in either with a Disqus account, facebook, twitter or google. So if you want to comment you need one of those. I like having comments on things. I like comments. As long as they’re useful or insightful of course, but I don’t mind non-useful comments either, but I’m not very likely to respond to those.

I do mind bad comments though, such as pointless hate or threats or such. That’s a given.