why is it (I've thought this many times) that news only reports people doing stupid things or people just generally fucking up? I guess it's just anomalies in the norm, but I rarely see any "news" that is positive. It's not anything but our stage in our own depraved social evolution. I'm out again.
-erok

Sorry, posting me no good at; often lazy is the way I am. Posting is the life that is not mine. Myself fell upon quote I like, Pat reminds me: "Because they're stupid... that's why everyone does everything!" -Homer Simpson. Picturetubes interacted with myself are more than persons. Brother not older of mine in custody of state is. Stupid, tha's why. like a dream or cg cinematic life is to me when I observe. "what's with airline food?"-pat "What's with hospital food?"-Krusty the Clown. Cheeselog buttocks! Oh yeah, "fuck" is a noun sumtymes. Out now am I.

-erok

So I haven't blogged in a while. I've been thinking about this girl--the one I mentioned earlier. I've stepped up from the usual no effort to what seems to me to be more than enough. Maybe she's not doing her part for some reason or another, or perhaps my idea of aggressive isn't up to par. I call, she usually doesn't answer or doesn't return my voicemails but is still extra nice and flirtatious at work. Although I did mention an ex-girlfriend who went to the same highschool (oh yeah she's still in highschool) and apparently she recognized the name because she asked when I had graduated. I hope that didn't make me seem too old for her. I want to do my best to arrange our meeting, but her hesitance makes me wonder if she's even interested. I want to come of as semi-aggressive but not like a stalker. I guess I haven't really talked to her straightforward about it but all the signs (that she's interested) are there. I smell onion bagels and want one.

This is a little something I wrote while I was bored at work. It stemmed from a drawing I sketched out.

Fujin was a hunter by birth but a warrior by necessity. The tribe he associated with consisted of around forty to fifty men, women, and children at any one time. A large tribe in comparison to the average but they still maintained a commonality that could only be found in a family. He sipped his tea, momentarily revealing a hardened cold face beneath his well worn sand mask (the traditional headwear of the felas people). This empty shell of a man seemed to barely support the plethora of emotion hidden deep inside his irridescent eyes. Their tribe had always managed to pull through when things got their worst, but the past few days, the likes of which he had never seen, were wrought with an unnerving anxiety, bouts of fear and rage, and in the end a sense of clarity and one-ness, the kind that would take their wisest sage a lifetime to achieve.

As a man in a patriarchal tribe Fujin had been trained to use the spear-shot, a two handed spear weapon with a knuckle-guarded handle at one end concealing a trigger. The spear-shot had been a traditional weapon for the felas tribe since the technology had been available. All of these had elaborate shimmering blades (unique to each user) engraved with scenes of monumental past victories. Slightly behind the kora or the main stabbing blade on each spear-shot was located a chamber connected to a channel that ran nearly a quarter of the way down its solid staff-like handle, which when activated by the aforementioned trigger would send pulsing concusive blasts tumbling out along the underside of the kora into its intended target.

It was a practical design built for its purpose. Felas hunting parties pursued massive crustacian-like creatures, slightly resembling trilobites, that roamed the unsettled dunes. Since these creatures, folt as they were called by the felas, had a hardened shell-like exoskeleton the kora was used to initially puncture this living armor and the blasts tore apart the gooey innards. The folt were a staple food of the felas tribe and so the methods employed were highly specialized, even when fighting these fierce beasts the felas hadn't lost a man in decades.

Fujin had developed by himself into one of the strongest and most fierce hunters for his age. When the group rallied, a young Fujin regularly found himself at the front if not leading the pack- letting his youthful eagerness shine through. But now that sense of youth had left him. Although still leading, he found himself more cautious and reserved, precise and deliberate with every movement. A seasoned pro.

The sun rose just like any other day. Beams of light sliced through clouds of sand illuminating them, then passed into the small windows in the mud shelters of the felas signaling the begining of a new day. At hearing the rustling of moving bodies Fujin rolled over as if he didn't acknowledge the new days arrival. Today would be a day he would not soon forget. He slowly tilted his head, then neck, and finally torso. Reaching for a cup of water nearby he moved with a sort of athletic soreness. Fujin in his undergarments rose toward the door with sleepy uncoordinated steps.

One hand holding a cup, the other bracing him in the doorway Fujin peered around the tapestry that had covered the entry. The desert was starting to cool and was once again ripe for the picking. A dusty wisp spiraled up and met his face. Fujin twitched as if the warm breeze had told him a secret. If the desert could've told him what awaited him this fateful day it would have. Fujin idled over to a simple wooden table where his clothes and armor sat and looked over them with tired eyes.

Emerging from his igloo shaped dwelling, Fujin wore nearly white garb beneath a breastplate forged from folt shell inlayed with bits of metal. Descending from the shoulder plates swooped a long cape in the same hue as the desert itself. His headwear consisted of a long sash with a concave oval of tough leather and a jeweled clasp at one end. This was not so much for protection in battle but to keep sand and sun from his eyes. The clasp bore a dark murky gemstone, Fujin's family seal surrounding it.

Copyright 2003 Eric Wellman

These are not the final stages at all but I needed to post and feedback is always appreciated. It may evolve into something... it may not. Oh yeah don't steal my ideas please.

i need to focus i am a jack of all trades, but an ace at none. I wanna make a mix tape. I have about ten lbs. of new vinyl some of which I haven't heard yet. I love music and need to prove it to myself. dedication is at an all time low