_____A farmer owns a beast. The beast is a vile, savage thing that desires only to destroy, to kill, to ravage. It wants nothing more than run free and harm and kill the other people outside. But the beast is also a sympathetic creature; it knows that if it does this, the farmer will be punished. Hence, it will murder the farmer at the end of its rampage, sparing him punishment.
_____The farmer knows this, but he has had the beast for a very long time and can neither get rid of it himself nor afford the expenses to have someone help him tame it. So he builds a fence around the creature - a beautiful fence of gold and alabaster that shin
On the Classification of Rednecks and Related Social Groups
As mankind has progressed, there has been a class of man that has chosen to stay slightly behind the times, especially in post-modern American culture. This class, which is given to more primitive practices and a tasteless or nonexistent fashion sense, has been appropriated the designation "rednecks". The term redneck originates from a nickname given to the Southern rural working class who labored under the sun, thus acquiring a red neck. Though there are many people who can be labeled as such, there are even more or less identifiable "sub-species" in th
Current Residence: East Berlin.....PA Favourite genre of music: '80s hair metal Favourite photographer: goodness knows Favourite style of art: van murals, surrealism Operating System: Windows 3.1 MP3 player of choice: My record player Shell of choice: 54mm Wallpaper of choice: That silvery stuff from the '70s with the fuzzy, black velvet flowers on it Skin of choice: zebra, or leopard Favourite cartoon character: Jubalio Wolf Personal Quote: "Quitters never win, but non-starters never have to quit." --me
Favourite Visual Artist
Maurits Cornelius Escher
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Word, C. S. Lewis, E. A. Poe
Rock 'N' Roll Racing
Favourite Gaming Platform
Tools of the Trade
pencil, paper, anything I can get my hands on
Christianity, Golden age cartoons, rednecks, world domination
[canned lament about not being on here for so long nor doing anything] Now that that part's done, update!
I've finally broken into the entertainment world...kinda sorta ok yeah for realzies! You're viewing the page of Harrisburg.OurCityRadio.com 's new Rock channel DJ. Huzzah! Now I'll have more time to draw...I think. DAG NABBIT I BETTER!
The station itself isn't up and running yet, but I'll let yinz know! Now to try and get "The Coyote" as my radio name. Furry enough to make the local furries wonder, but obscure enough for non-furries to be able to handle without going "Eww...what is, he, some kind of furry or something?" Precedent c
Wow, it's been over half a year since I said anythink here. But phooey, I can't keep this to myself. Not that younz actually give a hoot (and if ya do, remind me at next we meet that I owe ya a hug or something of equal or lesser value), but I've recently had my faith rocked to the very re-bar and had to share it, 'cuz that's what these journal thingies are for: rambling about stuff that's important to you, with the hopes that somebody else thinks it so.
But first, we turn to our anchor for an update. Let's see...the fabled Gremlin which some of you have heard me not shut up about yet have never seen is back on the road, sorta. 'Cept no
Crap, I think that's the name of a Jimmy Neutron episode. Overlooking this possibility...
If all goes well, I may be starting my alternate dream job. Animation would be first, of course, but we're still waiting on that. Anyway, I plan on becoming a junkman. In other words, I roam the streets and mechanics shops with a bell, yelling, "Bring out your scrap metal!" I then collect the scrap metal, toss it in the back of a pickup truck, and deposit it at the scrap recycling area to get monies. And we all know how much I love junk!
The best and most ironic part of the job is my junk-collection vehicle. Once my stepdad gets it road-worthy,