Life

This will probably end up being the most personal thing I've ever written here...Hell, it'll probably be the most personal thing I'll ever write here.

I know I've been saying that I'll do a Season run through for "Sundance, CS:S, and You" for a little while now. My hope was to have it up around Thanksgiving, but as you can see, that didn't happen. At this point in time, I don't know when it'll be up...Or if it'll ever go up at all. I don't even know if there will ever be a "Sundance, CS:S, and You #3".

Things seem to be changing in my life, and I just don't have the ability to devote time or effort into an online community like this at the moment.

For the last 7 years I've been dealing ...

Ok so it's not technically "new".



Ah yes, nothing like some manly photoshopping of Nutella on pretty pink backgrounds to cheer myself up during the Holidays.


EDIT: Might as well add this one here as well, after all one is never enough.

There is a force that's rising
From the ashes of a stillborn dream
This world shall surely suffer
Beneath the voice of this new regime

The enslaved shall form the foundation
The mortar will run thick with blood
The stones will shatter backs and soul
So leave the broken bodies face down in the mud

Twisting, writhing, begging, smash their lives into the ground
Make them futile for those that still carry on
Feed us carrion, sustained by those that have died,
Simply breathing or are we truly alive

Can this be the height of out potential
Feed our masters or we feed the crows
This can't be the truth of our existence
Waste ...

Aisling had to move. Derrik would be coming.

She doubted he would be there this day, but knew he would waste little time. He would want to move fast, knowing she'd try to run.

She scooped up her weapons, sheathing the knife, and headed for the entrance to her cave. When she got inside, she cast the AK and the .45 on to her cot and stripped off her clothes. She was a mess of drying blood and vomit. She looked at her feet with disgust. Her mother would never approve. Hell, she didn't approve.

She made for the small stream near the back of the cave. The stream was part of an underground water source that eventually exited the mountains and supplied what was once a small river; one that was now barely

...

Attached Images

 

I guess I've officially dedicated my blog to programming activities. However, today, I have nothing to add to my blog sequence. For the 2 or 3 of you who actually look through the code in my blogs, who check out the concepts I use, and see how another programmer makes something, I'm sorry, I do not have anything new to present today.

This blog is a filler, or an index page of sorts. I'm going to list all of my previous blogs, just in-case you missed one, and also list all my upcoming blogs. Without further adieu:
Previous Blogs

• Virginia Creeper Trail Trip.
• The Beginning of the Photo Gallery Project.
• The Photo Gallery Project, Update 1.
• The Photo Gallery Project, Update 2 - Part 1.
• The Photo Gallery Project, Update 2 - Part 2.

...