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  1. Goblin

    Often when I take a picture, and I don't like how it comes out, I will just play with the color contrast untill he does not resmeble what it was orginially suppose to be, and this one I think looks like the face of a goblin

    My Art
  2. Fungus among us!

    by , 10-27-2008 at 10:57 PM (Captain Pike's Ship Log II)
    Still operating on the assumption that we're protected under the umbrella of guidance from the Great Ambitious One, we seek her, occasionally vague-but-only-because-I'm-not-a-very-good-listener, guidance. We will not be purchasing the wonderful house.

    Remember this house was listed by a couple of house-flippers, so it was with a bit of apprehension ...
  3. She returns again

    by , 10-27-2008 at 02:16 PM (Barmy Blue's Bland Blog)
    Okay, so I've been away for too long. Reason(s)?
    1) Couldn't be bothered
    2) I promised I'd write up the rest of my holiday diary (a daunting task)
    3) Changes to lit. net. blogs meant I couldn't write as much in one entry and it seemed awfully mean to take up 3 slots on the main blog page.
    Sorry guys, sorry Rich, don't think I've forgotten about regaining my "most entries" title. I will be the Blog Queen again.

    Reason for blogging now?

    Updated 10-27-2008 at 02:18 PM by Bluebiird

  4. Likes and Dislikes Music

    Ok. Letís talk likes and dislikes: Music.

    On the music front, I prefer Adult Contemporary. I like some of the recent music, but most of it, I do not like.

    I like the Easy Listening artists: Barry Manilow, Neil Diamond, Air Supply.

    I have recently ventured into the Jazz section at the Walmart. I have liked Anita Baker for awhile. Last December, I found Diana Krall. I have completed collecting all of HER albums and will not begin working on getting the ...
  5. drawning

    i'm sitting by the waves
    and listen to the sea
    i feel the breeze on my face
    that sweeps away my tears.
    i feel surrendered to my fate
    my destiny calls my name
    i can hear it coming through the bottoms of the wild sea.
    i get up, i walk towards the voice
    the water is cold, the sea starts to roar
    i feel i am absorbed, i feel the ground no more.
    another voice tells me to stop
    but there is time for that no more.
    i feel ...

    Updated 10-29-2008 at 08:14 AM by maraki16

    (nearly) poems