For Fun

A genius talks to himself;

A crazy genius responds.

A power hungry king might rule a kingdom;

But a power hungry king can't rule himself.

An eraser can erase mistakes;

But a mistake can never be erased. (THINK ABOUT THAT ONE! Ha!)

A good comedian tells jokes;

A great comedian doesn't have to.

Mirroring

When you're taking your friends to dinner in a busy restraunt, and the server brings out 5 rolls.

One for each of the four of you, but what about the fifth?

Sure you could reach for it, but then you might feel guilty if someone else wanted it.

Then again, everyone else ate before the movie when you were working to make money to bring everyone to dinner.

You're really hungry, but you're also a generous person. Then again, you're paying for dinner, so it's technically your roll.

The server might bring more, but if he doesn't, your steak may not be cooked for another hour, and you're very hungry.

Oops! Too late, someone else got the roll.

Note: Its symbolic...and not for rolls.

Think about it and take a guess about what its about.

I'll give you a hint; the roll stands for credit.

Life in Comparison

I am an artist.

No, not a sculptor. Not a painter, architect, or composer.

I am an artist, and my compositions are games. That is, I am a game designer, programmer, and animator.

Though it requires skills on opposite sides of the universe, they really aren't that far apart, an artist and a "game maker".

With drawing, for example, you start with a big blank page. Then you begin adding larger details, very lightly at first, then darker. People can't really tell what it is at this point. But then you start on the smaller details that make your picture unique. Your artwork begins to take shapes, scarred by erase marks and redos. Once you have the skeleton, you start adding color, and making the artwork come alive. It starts to become appealing as you add in the clouds, the atmosphere, maybe a stream with a waterfall, some trees, and possibly even a quiet log cabin.

In comparison, with programming, you start with a big blank empty space. You then begin with the basic outline, the biggest parts of the game, shaping your enviroment, your cube. At first, the big empty cube just looks like a box to onlookers. But then, you begin adding minor details, making tweaks here and there. You fill your box with life, just waiting to jump out and show the world what it feels like. Then you add all the details, the immersion, the beautiful interaction, the realistic graphics, the world that people can relate to, and then you add that last detail, the thing that makes your game unique and perfect.

Both aren't so different, in more ways then one.

Both require an extreme amount of patience, because all the small details are messy, and need to be refined.

Both creators see what they want as an end product before they even begin. Everyone else sees a blank paper as a blank paper. But artists see it as potential, and a willingness to create and expand on what the world sees in that paper.

Both have an audience to view and admire their work, in different ways, but also in similar. A cartoonist might attract a younger artist, and a manga artist might attract young adults. The same is true with game designers, as they look for those who will enjoy the game, and go after them.

Although the two may seem worlds apart, they really aren't so far away after all.

Time Changes More than Time

It's amazing how you view things differently depending on the time it happens, or happened.

That is, you tend to take a different perspective on things depending on how near (or far) they are.

For example:

My nearest brother is two years older than me. Growing up, we were the greatest of enemies. I hated him, and he hated me.

We loved each other, as brothers, but as friends were the furthest we could possible be. In our minds, the other could live on the other side of the world and our lives would be better. We always argued. We were nothing alike, with more differences than similarities. He hated my guts, and I hated his. He was always there, and it seemed we were always bugging the other.

That's when we were younger. We were brothers, and anything less might have been a boring disappointment.

Today, however, my brother is packing up to leave for college, and I am man enough to admit I am sad to see him go. Time has changed the way our relationship works, and has taken its toll on both of us.

On one hand, we don't have to fight over a computer, or a game, or some silly argument. On the other, I don't have someone to pick on, to share ideas with, or to shoot hoops with after school.

The time we have spent together: 16 years

The time we have left: 5 hours

Sure, Ill see him from time to time (no pun intended.) But it just wont be the same. He was my brother, he is my brother, and he will always be my brother.

Time can change us both, and our relationship, but it can never change the fact that he is my brother.

Follow Me

And I shall love you forever.

Time is in Control

I'm a Junior. That's amazing.

I already know where I want to go to College. I already know where I want to work. I already know what I want to do. I already know where I want to live. I already know what I plan to do.

I don't really know why I have made all these plans. If anything, my life has taught me that everything is unpridictable. Plans will always change, things will always go wrong.

Though, it seems so close, and maybe that is why I plan. It seems so very near, that I will soon be off.

Weird, as the words "Two Years" can be interpreted in so many ways. To me, it's the amount of time until I go to college, which seems very soon. And at the same time, it is the amount of time until I will be on my own, which seems so very far away.

What of those that are closest to me? What is two years for them?

For my dad, it is a horrible memory that is too close for liking; but also another two years that he has to put up with me.

For my mom, it is a second job to pay the bills, that maybe she can quit within the time; but also is the short time to monday, when she starts her busy week again.

Or what for my dogs? Living day by day, with not a care in the world. Where will they be in two years?

I am still amazed how two years can be interpreted in so many different ways....if only time didn't control our lives..........if only...

Welcome

You laugh at the name now: But you just wait.

One day, when you are being attacked by Giant Evil Killer Cupcakes, Bible Man will not be there to save you.........

............because it's God's will.

Up up and away!