When i start to Ramble..
Midnight musings... or better how time slips through my fingers by doing and thinking useless things
And again its after midnight. Its seems like its the only time i can spend some time on my pc. In the night i hear some cats fighting, and screeming like some creature from hell is broken lose. I looking at my screen, reading comments and try to answer some with a feeling of regret that i can't answer all of them. Again more then 11.000 messages
In my ears resonate the bass from the tactical sekt song ' Capital Fallacies'. And i know I will switch in a second to the suicide commando song ' see you in hell'. The cats seem to stopped their battle, i don't hear anything for the moment , then an occasional car driving in the street..
I installed the new daz version and well I found things back that i thought were lost. Or that i forgot i had . Chaos on my pc, well not something i'm not familiar with
I remember now that my psp is open and that i only got into daz to make a libel for the waterscene i'm creating now.
My sons are sleeping , and my husband seems to cut some trees in his dream
I have my earphone on, so you can understand that the trees seem to resist a bit. Wel i quess its better then the trainsounds he sometimes makes
those really can drive me over the roof
. trying to get some sleep when somebody 'tsjou tsjou' noises isn't helping that moment
Psyclon nine starts to scream in my ears , once more he 'rape this world', and my feet starts dancing. I still can't figure out why i like that song so much.
Meanwhile, the libel is added, and i feel the manip is almost finished. And its about time to, i spend to much time on it.
My back hurts a bit because today i overdone myself.. Really i have to remind me more that i can't carry more then i can.
Sopor aeternus ' the goat ' Starts to play ..kinde depressing with the funeral march tune in it, i think the one from chopin. Never payed attention to that before .
Ohhww time flies. Again 30 minutes passed by, and I've done almost nothing.. my psp froze because i 'm searching for the last thing to add in that manip, daz is rendering, and i'm reading some news articles.
"A firm called lifegem is planning to make diamonds of Michael Jacksons hair". (
Do they have nothing better to do? )
"a cd with the pope singing "
"Dogs with a facebookpage" .( do dogs type and read?
"the plans of building a house under water".(
not for me with my fear of drowning , as a professional doom thinker i saw the whole thing collapsing and its not even build.. )
"A mother who is literally allergic for her own baby". (
That i find so sad, a mother who can cuddle her baby because of a rare allergy
"The planet venus has a new strange bright spot" (
Still don't know what that spot is.. instead of attac from mars, maybe we have to keep a closer look at venus
"icecoffee contains as much calories as a normal hot meal" (
dammed, I have to stop drinking those )
and more of those things..
We life in a strange world sometimes
Still working on that waterscene, and I realise the time comes closer when i drive myself nuts of finding a fitting title.. For some reason I keep thinking of ET, and his phone home.. Doesn't seem to be good with a mermaid
There are 2 moments when i'm doing a manip that i'm not so crazy off. 1: is going through all the saved stock folder in the search of the model that screams the loudest to be used. Sometimes it happens fast, and sometimes i need days to find the screeming stock..
and 2 is the moment when its finished. A strange feeling of saying goodbye to a piece where i've worked hours on..
and a minor thirth one is when i have the model like i want it, and i start to create the background. For some reason I end up with 4 or 5 different background tries before i 'create the right one. Really I would jump a big hole in the air when on one day i create the right background from the first try..
well enough ramblings and musings, I started to sing and you are so lucky that you can't hear that
Sopors version of Edgar allen poe 's " Alone'
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
i can't remember a poem out of my head even if my life was on stake, but this one, i can sing it