Character Share: My Imagi-verse

Sorry it's been so long everypony, just been busy and life has been life-y. I was chilling on the Social Medias, and was thinking about sharing stuff I've done.  I scanned through my old scans and pictures, and thought it would be cool to see a collection of the various characters I've created.  So here goes -


Suirlas -

Suirlas is a nature spirit, who looks after the wilds she lives in.  Creating this character was kind of a spontaneous thing, and while I don't have a real story or exact setting for her, I have plenty of an inkling about her as a character.  I've done a few different pics of her, including a holiday picture the last winter










Abeline The Sad Vampire - 

Abeline is a young woman who became a vampire, and it wasn't exactly her favorite thing to have happened.  I created her one afternoon, as a humorous look at some of the downsides of being a vampire













Kelly(The Echoes Saga) - 

Kelly is a young girl with a strong connection to the Spirit World and its energies, who finds herself central to a conflict across the worlds.  The Echoes Saga follows her life as she grows, learning to understand herself and her place.











Bec(The Echoes Saga) - 

Bec is introduced into the story later into the second major arc, when Kelly is still in high school.  Bec is much like Kelly, but draws from more of a fiery personality, opposed to Kelly's cool, fluid nature. I like Bec.








Anaira Valencia("Finding The Sky") - 

Anaira Valencia is an investigative journalist, passionately searching for the truth in the world.  Her strong personality often finds her in trouble, causing her to frequently be pursued and badgered by those she's trying to expose



Laera Resuna(Windfall Setting) - 

Laera is an adventurous woman with sly personality, and a knack for getting into and out of trouble, though often from one into the next.  She can be a bit playful and sarcastic, but in a scrap she is clever and sharp, always keeping her wits about her.









That's about good for now, and leaves me some to share at a future time.  I've spent countless hours of my free-time imagining up characters and stories, and I'm tired of them just sitting in piles of papers and folders on my computer.  It's not that I want to share my art, but that my art wants to be shared.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

More Thoughts On Seeing Myself

So I've brought up how I'm not sure why I look down on myself or think that others do, and I think I found some more of my thoughts tied to that.  When trying to understand my emotions, I try to consider how and why I see things certain ways.

I've struggled with procrastination and I've always been an odd duck.  I have a good family and extended family, but I can't say that I feel like I fit in all that well.  To be honest, I feel there's some legitimate truth to the sentiment that they generally disregard me as a responsible adult and thus as a mature worth-while person.  While I don't spend time dwelling on that, when I recently addressed how I think my relatives see me, I saw a major facet of my life in which the opinion of me was a pretty low one.

As I struggle to feel okay with myself as a person, I have to figure out why the answer seems so elusive to me.  Clearly I am taking some signs that I shouldn't feel good about who I am or maybe just where I'm at.  Then again, isn't being happy in life what we should be working towards?  I'd like to believe life isn't really about money or status, yet they seem like our most common measurements of worth.

Trot On Everypony,

Alturiigo

Seeing Myself... Correctly?

I need to talk about this, because I might be getting closer to understanding my struggles with self-esteem, self-image, and understanding how others see me against how I see myself.  So I'm gonna take a few step backs and we can approach this from what might be something like the beginning of the trend.

I've always just sort of absorbed knowledge and retained it quite well, so most people consider me to be a very intelligent individual.  Growing up, my parents always taught us to treat others with respect, which helped me start understanding etiquette.  What this leads into is that those qualities have kept me feeling like even when I was younger, I was... pretending to be more mature or adult than I was?  The sentiment lies somewhere close to that I think, or perhaps that time my friend told me I was a child playing dress-up as an adult.  I can sense the inferiority tied to that.

I don't know that I really feel like I have anything to prove to anyone, and if I have anything to prove to myself, it's to meet my expectations as a human being.  Yet at the same time... I do kind of feel that.  Again with that feeling of inferiority, it's a feeling that I assume upon myself I think. I'm reaching a point in my life when I need to shed the feeling that the world still sees me as a kid. Getting there though, requires me really evaluating if I really am an adult.  What does that truly mean?

People have asked me what would make me happy, what I would consider being successful. I don't have much of an answer, except staying alive and... well, being happy.  It's not to be grim, it's just that the beauty of life are a lot of things you experience, and that you get to interact with the tapestry of existence.  There is no goal except to never stop growing as a person and never forget to let myself experience the beauty of feeling.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

A Story-Telling Character-Driven Game

I really enjoy pen and paper RPG's, so I'm arguably biased.  That being said, I think more people could enjoy them and potentially would, if it weren't for a few different things.  The aspect I'd like to touch on today is the approachability of the Tabletop RPG's as a story-telling group game.

The systems involved in playing many of these games are very... complex.  The reason the systems are there is to help create a structure for storytelling which actually helps in writing the story that the players and DM/GM/ZM will be writing together.  This doesn't come from them always being poorly developed, but more so because creating such rich and detailed stories with so many potential aspects to manage simply requires so much depth.  The core concepts of these games aren't difficult though.

Here's an attempt to simplify -

When attempting to perform an action or task, the player of the character rolls a dice(or die), representing their chance to succeed or fail at that attempt.  The required result is higher or lower based on the difficulty of the task.  The character has stats and skills which add to the result of the roll, increasing chances of success, where as things which make an attempt more difficult can either be given as penalties or added to the difficulty "check"(that number you need to get to succeed).

Just about EVERYTHING in pen and paper RPG systems is set-up to allow this testing method to "accurately"* model and predict outcomes of events based on skill, talent, and circumstance.  Oh, and the DM's temperament.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

*I put quotes because accuracy is more about working storytelling models than aiming for perfect realism

How We See Ourselves

Life can be a bit of a struggle sometimes, about how we see ourselves against how we see ourselves through others.  I consider this a tempering factor mostly, from the idea that I am inherently biased towards myself.  What I'd like to look at and talk about briefly though is understanding yourself complexly and even non-negative social assignments can be... troubling.

I have always found EVERYTHING to be fascinating.  They way the world is, and expresses itself, it's just... wow.  I have also always enjoyed learning new things, and took to science and other academics quite naturally.  This soon became a dominant facet of how I saw myself, and how I saw myself through others.  I didn't take art classes because I wasn't artsy.  I didn't take choir or try out for a play because I was socially awkward and anxious.  Through out growing up, it seemed a natural assumption that I would grow up to go to college and become a scientist, or a computer engineer, or doctor, or bartender... wait, what?!

Yeah.  It always seemed like my oddball dream, but since I was even 11 or 12, I remember wanting to be a bartender.  Which has always seemed kinda odd, since I've thought for most of my life that I'm not a people person.  When I finally started to look at myself more complexly, sometime shortly after graduating high school, I found many new interests I didn't expect myself to have.  I love fashion design, I draw and doodle a lot, I spend a lot of time singing to myself(whether I'm alone or not), and I'm not actually a total awkward doof.

Don't be afraid to explore yourself, you'll probably be surprised how complex you are.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

A Thought

The thought that I've grown more so than I've changed, and that I still struggle with the lonely little boy who wishes people liked him.  Against the person I am, who wishes I could accept that people like me.

The Ebb And Flow of Emotion

I'd generally agree with someone who quoted the advice that "You shouldn't rely on the opinions and support of others in how you look at yourself".  How you feel about yourself should come from you, though I've always been one to shy away from absolutes in statements and ideas.  I can't help but notice the fact that we can't always see ourselves perfectly, and in fact that's probably where most people actually run into trouble when trying to follow this advice.

What I actually wanted to touch on about this though, is that it can be dangerous to take this idea and run with it, because either A: You ignore cues from your surroundings(other people), and B: You may feel like needing help or support from other people makes you weak, which may in turn cause you to feel even weaker about yourself...

So, yeah.  I don't think a person should be thought of as weak for sometimes needing the support of others, people who want to bring positivity into their life.  It seems as though many people I see on a general basis tend to find me positive and outgoing, and it turns out I'm a bit of a people person(my schoolmates never saw that coming).  I expel a lot of positive energy at those around me, it's kind of just a part of who I am.  Consequently, I spend most of my good feelings on other people, with not the greatest of return on the upliftiness.

To be honest, I don't do what I do to feel better about myself, or to make people like me.  It's just... what I'm supposed to do.  Or maybe more specifically, what I do just naturally.

Positive Energy: Depleted
Reserve Tanks: Empty

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Progression Over Time

Growing up, I've always been a bit of a nerd, and have found myself fascinated with science and learning.  It's amazing to find out new things about the complex and wondrous world we live in.  Since science seemed like my jam, I never really took to art classes too much going through the education system.  So when I started having ideas for characters and stories, I found myself wishing I could draw.

I suppose I didn't let that stop me though, I just drew... not so good of pictures.  I kept going though, starting with giving my stick figures hair, then hands(ish), and feet(again, ish).  When I started to play Dungeons and Dragons, I found myself wanting to draw my characters.  So instead of stick figures, they started to resemble block figures, and in trying to decide what kind of clothes to draw them in, I ended up discovering an interest in fashion design.

Nowadays, people will sometimes look at something I've drawn and comment the likes of "I wish I could draw", as though what I drew was of some merit.  It's getting harder to argue that I'm bad at drawing anymore, because when I look at something I doodled up even a year or two ago, and compare it to something more recent, I can see the drastic difference.  There was no point where suddenly I could draw, and I still don't think I can draw all that well.  I just keep doing it anyways.

Alturiigo

Pony Talk: Luna, Patron Saint of Lost Fillies

Sorry if you don't dig the candy-colored horses, but that's what this post is kind of about so head's up.

This is a thought that recently came stronger into my mind, enough that obviously I'm sharing the thoughts.  So, Luna, Princess of the Moon and the Night, and younger sister to Celestia, Princess of the Sun and the Day, rule Equestria together, which is rad.  There's a WHOLE LOT going on with Luna and her backstory, and with understanding the sibling dynamic between the two of them.  Epic.  Moving on.

I had seen a video some time ago called something like "Children of the Night", it was a pony song, more or less to the tune of "Once Upon A December", which I really enjoy.  The song has Luna looking after many young ponies(fillies) and bringing them to the moon, fillies who are portrayed to not have families or real homes.  In the fan-made short "Snowdrop"(which was a decent sad-fic), Luna especially takes a shining to Snowdrop, though largely because she could entirely sympathize with the filly.  At the end of the Nightmare Night episode, she makes a small fandom out of the fillies she scares, again showing her to shine with Equestria's youth.  And now my most recent and most canon of examples.

In "Sleepless in Ponyville", Princess Luna visits Scootaloo in her dream(nightmare?) and helps guide her to seeing what her real fear was, and encourages her to face her fears, even nudging her right at the end.  We see this happen again, but with a Christmas Carol kind of dream journey, showing Sweetie Belle that she had the wrong impression of her sister in "For Whom The Sweetie Belle Toils" in Season 4.

Sure it's just a head-canon, but it seems that many people get this... impression of Luna, and I find that to be amazing and awesome.  Actually, sometime I should talk about the fan-canon of Ditzy Doo(Derpy), because it's so incredibly complex and... real?  Like srsly... it's crazy.

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Alturiigo

Living A Life

There a few loose ideas I have a hard time perfectly explaining, but if you can get behind the understanding of false nostalgia, then we'll be off to an excellent start.

I like stories, often epic fantasies but era and setting vary as I've found so many different tales and... experiences?  Reading a book, watching a movie, playing a game, these have become different mediums for our idea of a story-telling experience.  Heck, most of the original stories were kept up in oral tradition.  What I'm getting at is that even ones that tell of human history and are often true to whatever degree make me feel like I was born in some wrong time.  I appreciate all the luxuries and benefits afforded me in this day and age, don't get me wrong.  Today is not a life of luxury for all by any means anyways.  Maybe I should join the Peace Corps for a spell.  Hmm.  Perhaps I'll table that another time.

Every time I want to explore this I don't get terribly far in before it sounds more like I wish there was some great calamity or war or struggle(like I dunno, HUMAN RIGHTS or something), and that's not what it is.  I suppose it's more like day-dreaming wishing I was in another time, a simpler one... one in which I suppose I couldn't share my thoughts like this. Which I suppose is up to you to decide if that's good or bad.  And that's the pinch and the punch of it.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Old Ideas Don't Stop Giving

I'm pretty sure I recently touched on how awesome it was that even what 4 or 5 years later, I still learn more about characters I've created.  I just started with a pose/expression in mind, and I ended up drawing an old character(Bec) with a new detail in design and personal history.

So for whatever rhyme or reason I thought of my Yeti Language for "The Visceroth Cluster" setting(I think it was because I was thinking about how to "explain" words with the advantage of language), and I realized how to structure a lot of the words and concepts.

See it uses a variety of verbs, which can be conjugated into nouns- okay here's an example

Garuten - to write(infinitive)
Garutenur - wrote(past tense)
Garutenrir - writing(-tenrir is to express a gerund)
Garudan - words(-dan is what is accomplished with the verb - build to buildings)
Garudos - letters(-dos is what is used to accomplish the verb - build to... building tools)
Garutar - one who writes(-tar is the accomplisher of the verb - build to builder)

The language also uses a variety of particles to connect nouns and verbs, expressing possession, an indirect object, a direct object, and other relationships between words. Apparently these are a few-

kur - direct object particle(the following word is the direct object of the previous word)
wur - in(to express the first noun being within the second noun)
pur - to(such as "going from here to there", or "from this to that")
sur - possessive particle(the following word is possessed by the previous word)
tur - directive particle(for or "for the purpose of")
ti - ?bridging particle(used to establish a subject noun(which will precede it))

I constructed some sentences to try out the language, so here-

Irunos made structures for Gunkoreth.
Full: Irunos ti nustenur kur reldos tur Gunkoreth.
Common: Irunos nustenur reldos tur Gunkoreth.

Okay so I wrote a bunch more sentences but I didn't write their English translations and I'm not up to translating all that right meow.
TL;DR: I came up with more stuff for a made up language yay

Trot On Everpony,
Alturiigo

Late-Night Thoughts and Reflection

So it's more of a late-night thought-storm on reflection, but it's doubly applicable in that I often reflect as I lie awake at night.  Usually I go over my day it seems, figuring out if I feel right about the actions I took and didn't take, and how I resolved anything that day.  If something doesn't feel right with me, I'll try to determine what bothers me about it, and what I can do about it to change that.  If I did something wrong I decide not only to apologize but how and why.  I also think about where I'm at in my life in a more general sense, and I suppose see how okay with it I am.

Growing up, people often used to tell me I was pretty smart, and since I really enjoyed learning about everything around me, I suppose it made sense.  Even growing up, there was always a part of me that struggled with being identified strongly as intelligent, since I felt like it was all others defined me by.  I did well by all testing standards, and entered college just as I thought I always would.  Here, is where I started to struggle with myself.  Nothing seemed right for a degree, no program really felt like it was my calling, I couldn't choose.  So I did nothing.

Okay well maybe not nothing, but I dropped out, and just focused on working, and... life, I guess.  The idea of going to college and getting a career being a doctor or a scientist or a linguist was something I had always felt was inherent in myself.  It was then, not even a full year through school, that I understood that I would not be going through college(at least not then).  I wanted to just... be a person...?  It's hard to explain, because it's not with any sentiment towards going to college or not, but I knew that there was a lot of life I didn't understand, and that all choices lead to other new ones, and new discoveries.

I chose to discover what it was like to not go to college, to challenge myself to discover who I am outside of who I thought I was.  It's been a long 7 years in the service industry, often making close to minimum wage.  I've been a manager, I've cashiered, cooked, served, and bartended. I still do.  Sometimes, when I think about the close friends I have who graduated with me, the three of them all have gone on to do amazing things, and I am immensely proud of them.  It can be difficult not to want to compare my "achievements" to theirs and not feel down on myself.

I look back on my life, and I truly think about the people I've met, the lives I've been a part of, and the impact of my life and actions, I come to see some important things.

I have become the person I am today by being the person I was yesterday.  My choices and actions have always been my own to make and I have understood the responsibility of that knowledge.  I do my best to be an understanding person, and be respectful and positive towards others.  I think of how others will feel, and try to understand how something might look from their perspective.  Everyday, in the hopes of being a good person, I try to be a better person.  I don't always get it right, but if you know me, you'll know that I'm stubborn, and I'm not want to quit for nigh anything.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Best Worst Idea Ever

I've been away for a while, and I apologize for that.  Now, onto what I need to geek/nerd out for a second... or several.

I recently made a joke, I'm uncertain if it had been to anyone other than myself, about leveling up at my job.  I'm a bartender/server/cook, and more recently I've found I can carry three full glasses in one hand(and not feel like one will fall at any moment).  A few days ago I was thinking about being a bartender, and my brain made a mental comparison to RPG class trait trees.

Seriously though, as nerdy as it is, it's actually kind of fun for me to attempt to translate my job into an RPG system.  So for example I'm multi-classed as a Bartender/Server/BOH(okay to be honest there's maybe a level at least of Manager, and several of Cashier).

What gets more interesting for me is that a lot of the aspects of work can be categorized under skills or abilities, and I can almost imagine class subtypes and archetypes. A simple example is for the Bartender class, whose three trait trees might be Drinkslinging, Mixology, and Tending(guest relations).  Maybe the character takes a Knowledge Skill in a specific type liquor or beer, or a Craft Drink skill.

As ridiculous as I feel making this comparison and diving into it a little, it's also a fun challenge for me to try to craft a system that houses these mechanics.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Circumstance, Consistency, and Realization

It's that time again, when I touch on thoughts about why I add my bits of data to the interwebs, and share my thoughts and such.  But first, other things(besides starting with a preposition) -

I recently had the unfortunate circumstance of having an episode of my Cyclical Vomiting Syndrome, and it took me out of commission for four or five days.  The main reason I bring this up is to talk about how I lack much consistency in my posting to social media, and in fact a lot of my life.  If I am to site circumstance as a reason for inconsistency, then it seems I should seek to encourage circumstances which promote consistency and productivity.  There's somewhere this all goes though - Realization

I don't mean if I have a schedule I'm going to be realized, but rather, I might better realize myself and my own potential.  I keep telling myself I need to get a daily routine and structure my life, and each day I keep finding that more and more true.  So am I reminding myself?  Yes.  If you needed a reminder or idea too, sweet boost, it's not a bad thought.

I need to encourage a consistency of circumstance which aids in self-realization.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Here's A Thought

Thanks pbsideachannel for the title, but anyways

Every so often I come back to the question of why blog and vlog and such, what are my goals and motivations I guess.  It's kind of fuzzy for me, I'm not entirely certain myself.  As I keep doing it though, I'm learning more and more, especially about myself.  Which might be a side-effect, or part of my motivation, or I dunno.

Here's my thought though - Typing my thoughts and making videos of them and generally attempting to share myself and my ideas, has caused me to spend a lot of time with myself and my ideas, helping me to see them and realize them better(myself included).  I guess in some ways it's a bit of an exploratory process, to see what happens.

Late Night Philosophy

I was up late the other night, as I often am, so I guess I was awake... early the other morning... anyways and I was playing LOTRO and chatting with a kin-mate while the other guy was afk.  He forgot something and I replied -
"As the Elves say, 'Silly humans, forgetting everything.  Eventually how to live as well.'"
I followed up after his lol to mention how dying was actually sometimes referred to as the Gift of Men, since they didn't have to carry their sorrows and troubles for an eternity, forever being bound to Middle-Earth.  The Silmarillion was a fun to read as a fan of fantasy and history, I recommend it for fans looking for a longer read.

Knowing that we die has shaped human culture more than we can reasonably perceive, even if we could break it down and make a list.  Face it, a million is not something we can really grasp, except as a large quantity, with a scale that allows us to compare and contrast.  In the situation of this, how do you really draw a line so you don't just say everything is based on the fact that we die?

I don't know, and that was more of a rhetorical question.  I was reminded of this conversation a little when I was thinking about cancer.  Cancer sucks, and it makes sense to try to defeat it.  When I think about humans as creatures in an ecosystem, I can't help but feel like we disregard any niche and just power forward.  Maybe that's just how humans are so that's how it should be?  Asking these questions don't really provide a helpful answer, almost ever.

I still think it's good to think things in complex ways,
Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Checking In, Updates, and Such

All I really have for you tonight is a blog post, but a blog post with the promise of more to come.  I have tomorrow off, and used my morning to get myself ready to do lots of stuff tomorrow.  So keep an eye out on my YouTube channel, expect some character sketches and drafts on G+(Alturiigo), and hopefully including a surprise from some of my archived(piled in closet or drawer) Visceroth Cluster material.

NaNoWriMo is happening, and while I don't think I'll finish a novel, I've had a story on the backburner and this is as good an excuse as any to work on it.  And work on it I have, through a couple thought-drafts and some sketches(the ones to be on G+).  Anaira Valencia is decidedly the character cast across Aldrin Gant in the story I'm calling "Finding the Sky" as a working title.  This is the "steampunk" story I've been wanting to work on.  The story follows Aldrin Gant, and is told from more or less a limited third-person... I guess you could kind of imagine like a third-person game.

Anaira is a character originally cast in the Visceroth Cluster, as a citizen of the planet Nevus, living in the city of Kinstyr.  She was met in a campaign on the jungle planet of Mure, where she was investigating a company called Pyrcill, which she suspected of producing bioweapons which had caused the local outbreaks.  Upon resolving the investigation of the facility and her goal, she helps the player locate their quest location, and also(can) joins the player's crew.  In the campaign, she also plays a role as a scribe or narrator of sorts, following the player as they uncover... trouble.  Any more than that and you should just play it.

When I started thinking about this story, I wanted a really cool woman to be right there in the main cast, embodying something awesome.  Sorry, I just find that really awesome.  So, not really sorry.  I wasn't sure though how I wanted her to be as a character fully, but I had some ideas.  The phrase "well behaved women rarely make history" is probably well-suited to this character's personality(as a history-maker(writer?)).  I wrote a short bit a while ago as a demo for myself, and was having these thoughts that she might be a journalist or in maybe another way of putting it, a truth-seeker.  Whether she funds herself, has money, works for someone, I'm not fully certain, though, I'm strongly leaning towards freelance.  I realized that this character strongly resembled many of the ideas of Anaira Valencia.

It's not just a recasting of the same character, they rarely ever are, but the inspirations and comparisons I find to be helpful in discovering this character as a new Anaira Valencia.  She has the same beauty mark and they wear their hair similarily, being two examples of inspirations drawn from the design.  In both castings, Anaira wears pants.  I find this especially character driven in this Steampunk casting, since it tends to draws from an older time setting, when it was kind of a big deal for a woman to be a pants-wearer.  I'm not pretending I'm going to write some feminist icon, but I really like this character and she's been fun to get to know and develop.

I'll stop myself here and bid you adieu and good night

Trot On Everypony,

Alturiigo

OH HAI Another One?

Maybe you know this and maybe you don't, but I like to pretend to be creative or artistic or what-have-you, to the point where it's what I do with a lot of my free time.  I draw, I draft up thoughts and arcs and characters and ideas, imagining whole new worlds and... systems I guess.  There's a lot I've already made, and I'm continuously doing something or other, so at this point I'm tired of hoarding all this ideas and stories and characters.  You don't know hardly any of them, and you certainly don't know them as well as I do, but many of the characters and stories have been stewing for years, and there's so much more to them than I ever imagined when I began dreaming up characters, like Spaz the Stickman and Sven "Danger" Kirschtorte.

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Is the best answer I can give as to why I bother posting my drawings, blogging, vlogging or generally sharing, since I think it's a messy thing to argue about, people sharing their ideas.  Who even cares what I have to say?  I don't address these questions rightfully, because just trying to answer that seems unproductive.  Why would I do it if I didn't want to do it?  So clearly, this is something that I am personally inclined to do.  I'm digressing.  Anyways, you can also follow me on:
Google+ - Alturiigo
Tumblr - Alturiigo
Twitter - @AdamLese

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Thoughts on the Day

As I sit here and listen to Ein Astronaut on YouTube, I've been thinking on the day I had.  It had much suck, but it also showed that life has seems to have a karmic ebb and flow to it.  I'll elaborate, since you should have more context(I'll add that karma isn't really part of my faith, more like the name for a concept.  So as far as my view on its legitimacy... I don't know what to tell you).

My sister and brother-in-law moved into the area, which was swell - except that in doing so I lost my room, and through simply unfortunate events, his move also forced me to transfer work locations.  So yeah, what was something to be happy about brought about a lot of suck, but such is the way of things.

Since moving to this area, my social circle doesn't extend very far out of my coworkers(which I now don't work with), so in some ways I lost contact with many of my established social connections.  Getting transferred to a new store means I have to learn to work with a whole new group of people, and they will be learning me and feeling me out, deciding whether or not they like working with me.  Either way, I try to be helpful since I often think about how nice it is when someone helps me, so I've stayed later for people, and picked up shifts.

The early part of my day was just suck.  I got to work, and found out that instead of be the 2 I was the 3, and I couldn't work all night - because my hours were nearly to overtime, since I had stayed late so often and picked up so many shifts.  Because I had been so willing to help, my work load was lessened and I got to go home earlier than I would have.  Also, for whatever rhyme or reason, most of my coworkers seem to find me to be likable, if not funny, and surprisingly not horrible at singing.  What's my point?  I dunno, just I guess maybe that like the weather, our lives are beautifully intricate systems continuously shifting and shaping themselves, from floods to droughts, storms to sprinkles.

Trot On Everypony,
Alturiigo

Some Old Things I Wrote

I've dabbled in writing, often little bits here or there, about this and that.  If you've been following along, you've probably seen at least one or two bits(like this post).  Some time ago, I wrote a few... monologues I guess.  I guess they were kind of like the character narrating a moment in time.  Here's one of them, I think it was a combination of the beauty of letting go, and deciding what's important to yourself.


I couldn't remember what happened after that moment, the screen faded to black. A touching score moved all to tears, the feel-good moment of the week. My confusion soon sorted into a new understanding. I decided to improvise. "Goodbye." The romantic comedy turned tragedy.  I gave up everything. Damn, nothing never felt so much like something.

This next one was about... I think the phrase would be "modern excessivism" or something.

She looked at me, those eyes that shimmered like the lights on her empty martini glass. Every step a pick up line, confident yet desperate. Each sway of her hips cried for my validation, or any man who would fall into her wake. She stood before me, pouring forth her charm, cascading over me like her designer perfume. When did too much become just enough? This is growing up.

I'll leave it at those, and bid you adieu,
Trot On Everypony, Alturiigo