Laaaaame

For the most part, you all suck. Goddamnit. Except Henry, I'm the only one that ever posts on a blog anymore. While I find it mildly saddening that my life is devoted to my blog, my new web-comic and reading (oh the horror. oh no. how will I live with this terror?). While Ned probably has something nice-ish to say, like that reading is good for you or something I feel equally cynical about, I don't particularly care. Whatever. All Hallow's Eve draws near, as does the frightening month of November. 

Merry Halloween, (or something)

Murphs

Hey, d'you remember when I  used to talk about important stuff, like... um... er... Hey, d'you remember that one time when I ranted about the bipartisan system, and it sounded really nice? Yeah, I didn't either. 

Also, does anybody remember that wretched 'podcast' I did on steampunk? Christ, that sucked. I had no idea what I was talking about. I fix this now, ja? LINK I'm totally game to admit that I still haven't the foggiest what I'm talking about, but I'm great at BSing, dontcha think?

Damnit, with E Day drawing near, I feel a call to action, to do something anything! But then I look at it all, and realise again that I don't agree with any of these people. I'm a radical compared to these people; an anarchist, archaic, immoral, writer, lazy, nihilistic, good-for-very-little gamer. A terrible gamer at that! For the love potatoes, I live in my parent's basement! I don't know what I was thinking! A call to action? Who do I think I am, Barack Obama? Hilary Clinton?! 

No, no. I'm just Murphs. I don't have huge fans or campaign posters or a pretty vice-presidential candidate or even a decent project to my name. Instead, I sit in my hole-in-the-ground and watch politically incorrect cartoons and Labyrinth. I think I pissed off the Judge of the Multiverse before I was born. 

[insert something witty and vaugely related to this  here][now laugh]

Murphs

I missssss yooooouuuu.

It feels like we haven't spoken in a while, even though I  know I just posted Thursday. You will all be quite excited to know that I've come up with a schedule for Spatterdash! Sundays, Tuesdays and Thursdays. Now I've got deadlines to never meet!

I also turned in an application at GameStop and I really hope they call me because I could really use a discount on games.

Murphs

It's gone.

My spark, that thing that makes me work so hard... It's vanished, again. I have a reasonable worry that's it gone for good this time. I just want to watch really old films (Like Labyrinth again. Holy Merlin, I love that film.) and eat potato chips. And video games. I am playing video games like there is no tomorrow. I am finishing games that I've been putting off forever. VIDEO GAMES ARE EATING AWAY AT MY LIFE. 

...I want to play Spore. Aaron says it's a great game. I should have told my mum and dad that I wanted Spore for my birthday. Better yet, I should have told them I wanted Okami, because that game just looks beautiful. 

Freakin' gorgeous. 

LOL WORDPLAY.

Murphs

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You like me. You all really do. Somehow I magically obtained 100 page views on Spatterdash!. How I have accomplished this, nobody could know. 

(Its magic)

Murphs

Spatterdash!

I've done it! By George, I've gone ahead and done it! I've begun a webcomic, just to give it a go. Also 'cos its not like there's anything else for me to do. 

The comic is Spatterdash! and features the nefarious shenanigans of steampunks Paddy 'Bits' Murphy and Emily 'Kibbles' Wilson. Since Ned's probably going to be the first to see this post, I'll tell him here; Ned gets his own character that's based partially on him. I won't go into too much detail, but Professor Quentin Runcible is quite possibly my greatest creation ever. Forget Nigel Cavendish (based off of Joel). Prof. Runcible pwns anybody so far. 

Spoon.

Murphs

Blah Blah Birthday

I can see my birthday from here. And dear god. It's come so soon. My mum keeps interrogating me about what I want to do on my birthday. To be quite honest, I want to see that film on religion or W., but I know she'd probably rather burn every quilt she's ever made than take the family to either of those. I'd like to go have sushi at Ichiban, but I'm the only one in my family that really likes sushi.

Especially white tuna sashimi...

Murphs

Sure hope I made it.

I admit, I was really excited when I began working for ChaCha, but the excitement died quickly. Unfortunately, very few people ask good questions. As per usual with myself, I gave up pretty quickly. I noticed last week that I was fairly close to the Paying mark though (You need to make at least $100 before getting paid) so I figured, what the hell? and went back to work some. I have wants, as you know. 

Except my off (read: narcoleptic) sleeping schedule prevented me from doing much until tonight. So I was rushing to answer 230 questions in four hours. That's right: I'm an idiot. 

This wouldn't have been so bad, but it got down to the wire, hardcore. (You have no idea.) And then the tally that tells me how much I've made stopped working. So right now, I'm in an agonizing purgatory until its either fixed or I check my bank account. I assure you, I am praying that I made enough. To whatever mad scientist created this messed up universe: PLEASE LET ME HAVE MADE THE MARK!!

Cold Pizza, 

Murphs

SPONTANEOUS CONVERSION!

Friends, the world has reason and love again. This love and reason has a name, and readers, it is  beautiful. Friends, readers, people who don't really know why they're here: I give you the meaning of life, and it is CAKE BUFFETS. God loves us, you know (despite nihilistic  nigglings).

It's beautiful, isn't it? Oh, Ned! Why didn't we ever visit one of these while in Japan?! CAKE BUFFET. *crais*

Naw. Nihilist, Nonetheless. 

Murphs

What A Waste...

I can already tell that my October is going to pretty much be a waste. Despite my driver's license (Coming to a road frightfully near you!), the effort being put into my latest project and Halloween (Free candy!!) I'm probably not going to get much of consequence done this month. And November... According the the maths, if I want to reach my goal for National Write a Novel Month (I'm shooting high! 100,000 words!!) I need 3,332 words every day until midnight, November 30th. 

That's right, readers. There will be no Steampunk Convention for me. There will be no theatre viewing of Death Note: The Last Name. I had such plans! But you know. The best laid plans of mice and men, ect, ect...

(Often go awry)

Murphs

Finger Angst

Steampunk is going to massacre my hands. I've only just begun the framework on the HMAS Mad Carasella, the papier-mache zeppelin I'm doing for school. Mad Carasella seemed somewhat appropriate. I am absolutely mad, and carasella, though not an actual word, is part of a line from Sleep Isabella (Abney Park). 

Dance child, dance.

Murphs

Fun! Work! Steamy things!

I did it! I buckled down and made my freakin' steampunk goggles. They're classy. Here's what I did, more or less. To be honest, I hardly did any of that. But it was a basis! 

The welding goggles I purchased (for a mere seven-fifty after student discount) were already black, so score for me! I didn't own any brass-coloured paint and there was no way I was waiting. I'm very impatient at times, so what I did instead was take the lens caps, roll them about on a black ink pad, and dust them with embossing powder we still have from when my mum was into stamping. Then I had to heat them to make the powder melt the way it's s'posed to (A real mess that was!), but I think that end result looks better than the tutorial's way, don't you? Oh, and I decided to keep the green-welding lens bits in. My eyes are sensitive to sunlight due to hours in my basement hole, plus then I can look awesome if I ever decide to learn how to weld. Or rather, when I decide to take action on my wish to learn to weld.

The fabric hated me too,

Murphs

PS: I've got a follower, even if its just my loverly Meggles!

Purpose!

I'm predisposed to melancholy. Like Victorian people; never depressed, just melancholic (actual word). By the way, did you know that if you google Byron, you have to go all the way to the forth page for anything from Wikipedia? Usually that's the first thing to pop up,  but not in this case, apparently. 

But I'm getting off track. Sometimes I just need a nudge to get me going again, but sometimes I need a kick. My spark has been rediscovered, though it was certainly strange this time. Imagine: Usually, it involves making myself read a lot and  finding something interesting which I google and discover is fascinating! This time, the idea came when I was listening to music and trying to sleep (at noon). I suddenly remembered an article in one of my Steampunk Magazines about paper-mache, or rather paper-mache in Victorian era. It was the plastic of the time! They had developed water-proof, fire-resistant paper-mache. For the love of god, they made a paper canoe.

This is a medium that deserves attention. 

Hehe... Look up 'first computer programmer.' I found it quite funny. 

Murphs 

Steampunk Con!

There is a steampunk convention from Oct. 31 to Nov. 2, and I MUST ATTEND. I can kiss my first paycheck (coming October 15) good bye right now. It will be dedicated to a ticket, outfitting merchandise and all that stuff one needs to attend a weekend-long event. 

Knowing me, I'll completely forget to make arrangements and end up sleeping in the back of a baby-car the whole weekend and eating uncooked ramen or something. I take that back; I hate ramen. But I still simply must attend this gathering of like-minds. I will, undoubtedly, miss the trick-or-treating I had planned (Really. I'm almost of driving age and my Halloween was to be occupied begging candy from strangers and criticizing costumes of others.). But COME ON. Steampunk Ball. And the opportunity to meet Jake Von Slatt. 

AUUUUUGH. I wonder if my parents would give me a temporary loan for the ticket until I can pay them back on the fifteenth? Maybe. Assuming they'd let me go at all. My mum's still after me because I skipped school Friday, and the thirty-first is a Friday this year. 

Wonder if Kibbles would go with me? Maybe Bryce. He's into steampunk too, you know.

Steampunk Magazine, take me into the fold!

Murphs

PS: I've neglected to mention previously how much I've fallen in love with Abney Park: The Secret Life Of Doctor Calgori

American Football

I went to the RHS Homecoming football game. No, I don't know why I did something like that. Guess what, though? I remembered why I love RLA. Why, you ask? Because it's not RHS. My school has its weak points, no doubt about it. But good god. I don't even want to talk about it. The entire game, all I could think was thank god RLA doesn't have [insert horrible thing like band here]. Thank god I've got a brilliant teacher like Ned who takes us places like Japan. There are some wretched teachers at that other school. 

Gooooooooal!

Murphs

College Fair

I know this post is a little belated, but as you already know, I was quite tired before. The college fair kinda sucked. I mean, it was like there was no real organisation there. They could have at least grouped it by region. Preferably by their programs,  though. I mean, how was I supposed to find an ace film school in that muddled mess?

Yeah. This week's career of choice is somewhere in film... maybe a director or writer. No... I want to make a show like Blue's Clues... just as heinous to the older viewers. 

When I make Blue's Clues, New Zealand, I expect all previous blog watchers to watch it, religiously. 

Watch Blue. Love Blue. Obey Blue.

Murphs

Been a While.

It's been a while, hasn't it? Let's see... September 29... to October 2... That's about four days? Gomenasai, sorry. I've been rather tired lately. And busy with things that now that I think about it, were really rather stupid. But it's okay! I'm back and possibly better than evah. Not just ever, friends. Evah. Like the end of that Spoon song. 

On the other hand, you will all be excited to know that I have read through a lot of my stack. Some of the less interesting ones, and one that I haven't read for a while, Crooked Little Vein. I'd recommend it to anybody over the age of thirteen. Especially if you're into Godzilla. You'd love the beginning if you're into Godzilla and ostriches.

If any of you are interested (I know you're not, I'm wasting your time. You and I both know it.) I am currently making my way through The Beach, Alex Garland, and slogging through Last and First Men, Olaf Stapledon.

So don't you ever,

Murphs