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Random Song Of The Week #31

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Yeah, I was late this week. I was having a rather bad day yesterday, so I didn't get around to posting the next RSOTW. But here it is, something that I think most of us that live anywhere where it snows can appreciate:
Heywood Banks -- Wiper Blades Album -- Difernt (1999)

o winters here with all the ice n snow
n the surly slush upon the road
the salty spray upon my window
makes me wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades

my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
i wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades

salty spray from semis that do pass
they turn my windshield into bathroom glass
i turn the knob but i come to the conclusion
that i did not fill up my washer solution

my wiper wiper wiper fluid
my wiper wiper wiper fluid
my wiper wiper wiper fluid
i wish that id replaced my wiper fluid

my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
my wiper wiper wiper blades
i wish that i'd replaced my wiper blades


down the expressway 80 mph
i can make out h…

Spammers, You Are The Bile Of The Interwebz!

Seriously! Because I'm getting tired of being bombarded with spam messages (most of them from my The Next Big Thing post), and since no one ever writes me an actual comment anonymously, and I'm tired of seeing new comments pop up in my email only to be spam, I'm disabling the ability to comment anonymously. Sorry if it's any inconvenience to the real people out there and are not spam bots, but like I said, no one comments anonymously, and I'm tired of dealing with it. I hope it at least takes care of some of the spam. Have a good one!

Random Song Of The Week #30

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Today I share two songs for the Christmas season.

Enya - Oíche chiúin (Silent Night)
Album - Oíche chiúin (Silent Night), First Release (1989); And Winter Came (2008)




Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.]
Cách 'na suan dís araon, [Soundly in slumber, the pair together]
Dís is dílse 'faire le spéis [The pair and love, watching with affection]
Naoín beag gnaoigheal [The small bright beautiful child,]
ceananntais caomh [darling little one.]

Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.]
Críost, 'na chodhladh go séimh. [Christ, calmly asleep.]

Oíche chiúin, oíche Mhic Dé, [Silent night, night of God's son.]
Aoirí ar dtús chuala 'n scéal; [Shepherds first heard the tale]
Allelúia aingeal ag glaoch. [The angels crying out Alleluia.]
Cantain suairc i ngar is i gcéin [Lovely chanting near and far.]

Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour himself.]
Críost an Slánaitheoir Féin [Christ, the saviour him…

Character Sketch—Izsák

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So I took a break from writing yesterday because I had the itch to draw something, but when I got pencil in hand and paper on desk, I couldn't get my hand to draw what my mind was seeing. Hate that! I wanted to draw this image of my character Izsák, servant boy to my main character Vlad, sitting in a window seat gazing through the window with a leg bent upon the seat of the bench and his foot tucked beneath his other leg, holding onto a pillow. I can still see it in my mind, but I'm so out of practice with drawing the human form, which used to come so easily, that I couldn't get the position right. I drew comic book characters back in the day, all the time, and that was how I got used to drawing the human form in many positions. Nope, couldn't do it today. I made several sketches trying to get it right but I gave up and went to trying to draw his face. Key word, trying. Eventually, though, I hit the jackpot, sort of, and came up with this profile sketch:
The photo doesn…

It's Doomsday!

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So, it's 12-21-12, and I feel fine!

Jill Tracy - Doomsday Serenade
Album - Diabolical Streak (1999)


We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday
Pigs will be flying through the sky
Upon the 12th of Never
Half a quarter past forever
Stricken with the Rapture
We will watch the world's demise

We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday
A hint of Armageddon fills the air
Now that Hell has frozen over
And the sun is growing colder
We'll be drawing closer
Because there's no more time to spare

We'll meet again, my dear, on Doomsday
A shower full of frogs and toads
But as bleak as it may be
Apocalyptic reverie
Hand in hand we'll tiptoe
Through the carcasses and bones

The air is too thin to breath on Doomsday
At last we face the reckoning
And blood will fill the sea
Cobwebs will cover you and me
As flames engulf the remnants
Of this grand catastrophe

It's Doomsday
It's Doomsday
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So, how are y'all on this fine doomsday?

New Look To The Blog.

I got bored of the autumn trees look, so I decided to go with this winter-themed look, at least until the end of winter (though winter has yet to show around these parts.). What do you think?
Also, I wrote another 2400 words the other day. My writing just comes in spurts, I suppose. Getting that much closer to the end, thank goodness. I'm already over 170,000 words into this novel, almost where I was when I wrote it the first time 15 years ago, and I'm only about halfway through the story of the original draft (which I have to split into two, no questions asked). The original draft is mostly irrelevant now, but some of the plot points remain. Im'ma gonna have to do some chopping I guess when editing time comes and do some real tightening of the prose, but I'll worry about that when the time comes.

Random Song Of The Week #29

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Steppenwolf -- Magic Carpet Ride
Album -- The Second (1968)




I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy candle's all I found

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

You don't know what we can find
Why …

Random Song Of The Week #28

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Clannad - Caide Sin Do'n Té Sin? (What is it to anyone?)
Album -- Banba (1993)


Since the video has the words in it, here's the translation:

I went to the fair and sold my cow
For five pounds of silver and a yellow guinea of gold
If I drink the silver and if I give away the gold
O what is that to anyone else.
If I drink the silver and if I give away the gold
O what is that to anyone else.

If I go to the leafy woods gathering berries or chestnuts,
Plucking apples from branches or herding cows,
If I stretch out for a while beneath a tree relaxing,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I stretch out for a while beneath a tree relaxing,
O what is that to anyone else.

If I go for a night-visit and for dancing and sport,
To fairs and races and every gathering of that sort,
If I see happy people and if I'm happy with them,
O what is that to anyone else.
If I see happy people and if I'm happy with them,
O what is that to anyone else.

People say I'm without riches no doubt,
Without goods or clothes o…

Seduced By Wilde

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His portrait, that is. For the past eight days I had been working on my latest art project, a graphite portrait of Oscar Wilde. My writing was put on the back burner for the entire time I worked on this, the reason because I was just too caught up into drawing this picture, and I was anguishing over the current scene. Nothing was coming out like I wanted, so a little time away was in order, and what better way to take a break from writing than to draw something, especially if that something is Wilde. So, without further ado, I will take you on a photo by photo progression of my work. Also, the photo quality is pretty crappy, not professional in any way, just so you know.
Days 1-2:
Outline of Oscar complete. I started the outline by doing some minor tracing (yeah, I cheated a little) with my light box just to get the major lines down, then I drew in the finer details of which even those changed as I progressed with the drawing. I started that on Dec. 1st, but couldn't finish it until…

Random Song Of The Week #27

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Adam Hurst -- The Secret
Album -- The Secret (2011)


Cello and piano, one of his best songs in my opinion, but much of his music is great. And he's a snappy dresser.