Posted by Lewis on Monday, November 29, 2010
That's right guys, it's update time! Despite having quickly developed symptoms of sinusitis or death-syndrome or something, I've already written you a short amount of babble on the occult, which I frankly find fascinating (the subject I mean).
So why the need for the second post? I'll assume you've read the title because you'd be pretty daft if you'd started reading something without knowing what it is. I do that quite a lot actually... Anyway! I've started drawing my own webcomic with a similar level of humour to Cyanide and Happiness (which I think is the best thing since mega-sliced-bread. Expect an... Issue? Edition? Post? Post'll do... Expect a post at some point! Maybe some point before Crimble, because I have to draw and write and stuff and I'm busy anyway. Meh.
Until next ...
Posted by Lewis on Monday, November 29, 2010
Well, since I've received a few emails recently about my deep interest in the occult, I figured I'd do a full write-up about it and answer the questions I've received. It also helps that I've nothing better to do, what with the snow and Arctic cold and all. First, a clarification: you can not know about or study the occult if you hold any misconceptions about what the occult actually is. The occult, as a term, refers to anything beyond ordinary knowledge and understanding. We commonly take this to mean the supernatural.
Now, the genuine questions I've received! I'm pleased the subject's received some interest from you, my dear readers, I really am. So, the questions!
Do you practise magic?
No... Perhaps I would if I had the patience or the resources to. Magic requires a great deal...
Posted by Lewis on Wednesday, November 24, 2010
A pregnant woman walks into a bank and lines up at the first available teller. Just at that moment the bank gets robbed, and she is shot three times in the stomach.
She was rushed to the hospital where she was treated. As she leaves she asks the doctor about her baby. The doctor says "Oh! You're going to have triplets. They're fine but each one has a bullet lodged in its stomach. Don't worry though; the bullets will pass through their system during their lives."
As time goes on, the woman has three children: two girls and a boy. Some twelve years later, one of the girls comes up to her mother and says, "Mum, I've done a very weird thing!" Her mother asks what happened, and her daughter replies, "I peed out a bullet." The woman...
Posted by Lewis on Thursday, November 18, 2010
The concept of dream analysis (or dream interpretation) was first theorised, professionally, by Sigmund Freud in 1899, and is the process of assigning meaning to dreams. My last dream (that I can remember) involved a zombie apocalypse, and was utterly glorious. Freud and Jung may say I secretly want to shoot zombies though. Basically, dreams can be interpreted a million and one ways.
I'm sure we all have friends who enjoy telling us their strange dreams (I'm telling you, my dreams seem quite normal compared to everyone else's), but when you have a grounding in psychology and a keen interest in psycho-analysis, the temptation to start analysing them becomes utterly irresistible. Today, a friend told me of the dream he had last night, and I thought it was so utterly batshit that I asked him...
Posted by Lewis on Wednesday, November 17, 2010
The fight knocked out of me, I fell to my knees beside her. I'd lost the will, the energy. As I knelt there, defeated, a soft breathing briefly knocked me out of my fast-approaching stupor.
"Raines...?"
I immediately crouched in close to her and held her hand. I whispered her name in reply, told her I was sorry.
"No... It's my fault... I'm sorry I let you down..."
"I'm proud of you, don't be silly. Please, just tell me you're all right?"
She didn't say anything. She merely lifted her free arm and touched the back of my head, trying to bring me closer. When I moved my face close to hers, she kissed me lightly on the lips. Then she... She died.
"No..."
I lifted and rested her in my arms as I looked into her eyes. Her eyes... So full of life and love just minutes ago, now just staring remnants...
Posted by Lewis on Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Well, it meant fannying around with a horrible, filthy scanner, but I've damn well got some photies to show you. it's worth saying at this point that when I took the camera out several weeks ago, I didn't know it was loaded with black and white film. So I sorta tried to concentrate on the colours of Autumn. Which doesn't work because it's in black and white. Oh well. I took over 35 exposures, but these are the ones I decided to scan. Enjoy!
Until next time!
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Posted by Lewis on Monday, November 15, 2010
A very small post to tide you over until tomorrow when there will, hopefully, be an update on my film photography. I'll hopefully have something to show for all my time in the darkroom by then (I already have several photos developed, but not scanned). So may I present: 5 facts about Teddy.
1, I've been a photographer for about two years, after apparently picking it up "unnaturally quickly". I've owned a compact camera, an Olympus, for years, but hadn't considered it a hobby. That changed when I went on holiday to Jersey and started using my father's advanced compact and film SLR. It went on from there and I now own my own digital SLR, and consider it my greatest hobby.
2, One of my greatest flaws is how introverted I am. True, blogging and Let's Playing aren't very introverted. If you know...
Posted by Lewis on Thursday, November 11, 2010
People have been asking me for several weeks now if I have any tips for portrait photography. I'm not entirely sure why, as I don't really do portrait photography as a rule. Nevertheless, people have been asking me repeatedly. So now I cave! Here are my 5 tips for shooting portraits (and by portraits I'm referring to any photograph that involves the use of models).
1, Get to know your model. I wouldn't blame you if you thought this wasn't important, I really wouldn't. But it honestly does have a noticeable impact on your final photograph. David Bailey struck up a wonderful chemistry with his models, and that can be seen in the dynamism of his...
Posted by Lewis on Tuesday, November 09, 2010
A man walks through the cold, decrepit streets. The moon rose hours ago. He strides, long, authoritatively. Peasants unwise enough to be outside see him, and flinch. Cower. Their eyes focus on his ring. It tells them who he his, what he is. Why he is there. They know enough to stay away. All but one. The simple peasant jostles the imposing, striding figure. The figure garbed in a cloak worthy of royal ownership over bulky armour with a dull shine. As the peasant jostles, the larger figure appears to blink out of existence in an eruption of black light. Past the peasant, he blinks back into existence, not once breaking pace.
He strides, purposefully, his hand eventually resting on the hilt of his sword. More peasants see him and his ring. A chunky golden signet ring engraved with an eye wreathed...
Posted by Lewis on Sunday, November 07, 2010
While I was desperately trying to shake off my hangover yesterday, I got thinking about those little factors that every single FPS game seems to do nowadays. Yes, I am well aware that many FPS' subvert these somewhat, but we're going for stereotypes here! So here I present you with a comprehensive list of 20 staples of your typical FPS game, be it console or PC. Read it as a 'what not to do' if you prefer. Here we go:
1, When you look down, you will find you are just a floating pair of hands holding a gun. You have no body. It's even a TV Trope: First Person Ghost, it's called. Observe this artist's impression of Anne from Trespasser (also soullessly...
Posted by Lewis on Friday, November 05, 2010
Yes, merry anniversary of the failed Gunpowder Plot!
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,I know of no reasonWhy the Gunpowder TreasonShould ever be forgot.Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intentTo blow up the King and Parli'ment.Three-score barrels of powder belowTo prove old England's overthrow;By God's providence he was catch'dWith a dark lantern and burning match.Hulloa boys, Hulloa boys, let the bells ring.Hulloa boys, hulloa boys, God save the King!
A penny loaf to feed the Pope.A farthing o' cheese to choke him.A pint of beer to rinse it down.A faggot of sticks to burn him.Burn him in a tub of tar.Burn him like a blazing star.Burn his body from his head.Then we'll say ol' Pope is dead.Hip hip hoorah!Hip hip hoorah!
And now I'm off to a party...
Posted by Lewis on Wednesday, November 03, 2010
The title says it all. Oddly, while I really can't be arsed to do legitimate work (which, I might add, needs to be done for tomorrow), I can be arsed to blog about HOW I can't be arsed to do legitimate work. Dear me... if you're interested (and why would you be, you strange person?), it's a piece of extended writing, based on evidence. If it sounds dull, that's because it is. I could theoretically bullshit my way out of doing it, but I suppose I'd best get it done.
*Promptly wastes more time doing a medley of other things.*
Ugh, deary me... I feel as if my brain's off living it up in Miami while my body is slumped here, trying to get the willpower to write some utter bollocks to be handed in tomorrow. I suppose it doesn't help that my notes and the evidence is on an A3 sheet, which I can...
Posted by Lewis on Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Today, for the first time in years, I used a film camera. Also, for the first time in years, I used a 50mm prime lens. Which was attached to the camera.
The thing was smaller than my Sony SLR, but even heavier (and my Sony is heavy in a satisfying way). It felt like I could stove someone's skull in with it. it was partly metal, so I believe I could have anyway. The camera was a Phenix (a brand I've not heard of for years), although I can't remember the actual model number off the top of my head. It took 35mm film, and had a maximum of 35 exposures. I shoot in full-manual all the time, which is just as well because the thing has absolutely nothing automatic on it. You even have to manually advance the film. Holding it created a grip that I can only describe as 'the claw' - my index finger...
