Wednesday, April 13, 2011
the rabbits and the end of their marriage
The husband and wife would soon be reunited, although they might not recognize each other at first. Their children were grown and nowhere to be found. They might even have childred of their own, but no one would really know this. The moment I saw her, I knew that she had changed, while he stayed the same, except older. He wore the old clothes he always wore which were too dirty to be washed by now. She, on the other hand, had stars on her eyes that somehow got implanted there. Hollywood must have done that too her. He thought that as soon as he saw her he would remember how beautiful she was. He was much more nervous than she was about them reuniting, because he had grown lonely while she got all the attention she wanted. So he traveled across the land, his stomach tied in knots the entire time. The moment they met, they did not recognize each other. It must have been too late. He still had that same warm look he always had in his eyes , but the stars on hers got in the way. She no longer looked beautiful to him, at least not in the same way. It did not matter to her whose eyes were looking at her and whether they were warm or not. So he decided to travel back across the land, and she still got all the attention she wanted. They continued to live their lives as they were before this encounter, never to meet again. He knew better than that by now, although he was a bit disappointed that he could not recognize her. She didn't think about it at all. Hollywood must have done that to her and this made him feel glad that he left.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tale of a Man with Six Eyes
Illustration and writing in progress....
Synopsis: The six eyed man (three pairs, all three pairs different colors) has to live with the fact that he has too many eyes. All three colors make the man who he is, and if any of them is missing, his view of the world becomes distorted. He wears contact lenses, and sometimes forgets to put one in each eye, which then makes that eye useless. He does not like to wear glasses partially due to the fact that he does not have a nose. His green eyes are always optimistic, blue usually see the world as it is and brown sometimes deceive him. In this story, the six eyed man lives day to day with different eye combinations and different views of the world only to discover his true self.
Synopsis: The six eyed man (three pairs, all three pairs different colors) has to live with the fact that he has too many eyes. All three colors make the man who he is, and if any of them is missing, his view of the world becomes distorted. He wears contact lenses, and sometimes forgets to put one in each eye, which then makes that eye useless. He does not like to wear glasses partially due to the fact that he does not have a nose. His green eyes are always optimistic, blue usually see the world as it is and brown sometimes deceive him. In this story, the six eyed man lives day to day with different eye combinations and different views of the world only to discover his true self.
evil monsters
Drawing evil monsters on a chalkboard with John Michael. This is an evil squid of some sort, not too happy because he just got shat on by an evil rabbit. I love my friends.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
(Unfinished) Tale of a young girl and her rabbit
There lives a rabbit somewhere in a small cabin with a girl who mostly works all the time. He is quite old and has lived an interesting life. He was born approximately 23 years ago, which is a long time for a rabbit to be alive for. As a young bunny, he mostly existed for the sole purpose of comforting the girl, and since she was only slightly older than him and did not work all the time, they spent lots of time together and he had lots of other animals to keep them company as well. Everyone was happy.
Then one day, unexpectedly and unwillingly, they were moved away from their home and all their other companions to a house that was completely unfamiliar and unwelcoming. Neither of them completely understood just what was going on, and since they were both so young no one really explained the situation to them. They both became lonely and scared for many reasons. However, they slowly learned to become invisible, or at least they would like to think so. It was a special kind of magical power, or at least they would like to think so. Sometimes they would wish they could be invisible all the time so that nothing bad happened to them, but unfortunately their magical powers did not work that well. As they grew older, they finally made one friend, who they also taught their power to. They used it quite often, sometimes out of necessity and sometimes for fun.
One day, the girl and her friend decided that the rabbit should get married and start a family because they noticed that he was beginning to get lonely .A beautiful young female rabbit appeared out of nowhere, and she was not invisible. They fell in love instantly, had a beautiful wedding and later on two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. At one point, they would eventually all separate, but that came many and many years later. For now, they were all happy and settled. They stayed together and thought that they would forever.
Once again, completely unexpectedly and unwillingly, the girl, her friend and the rabbit family all moved away to a place that was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. The language in this place was foreign and the people very strange. They did not fit in to their new environment very well and although now older, still confused about just exactly what was going in. But they were falsely reassured that everything was okay and not out of the ordinary.
When they became older and much wiser, they realized exactly what happened, at least part of it. Keep in mind that this realization did not make them accept it, and in fact it made them very angry. The girl and her friend did not know where the rabbit family was because they were now stored in boxes and hidden away. The girl and her friend missed them very much but had a lot of other things to worry about that did not allow them to rescue them. They also did not want to expose the (hopefully) happy family into their environment because they did not feel that it was safe. The girl especially missed what she still thought of as "her rabbit" because they were raised together. For now, he would have to remain tucked away and safe until a better time.
The girl and her friend eventually also parted ways in order to rebuild their lives. She went off to college and moved away. Her friend did the same, but somewhere far away and they would see each other only a few times a year. Once their college years were starting to come to an end, and the girl's friend decided that college for not for her but had nowhere else to go, they moved into a small apartment together. They had a neighbor who turned out to be crazy and once again they began to feel uncomfortable in their environment. This time, they just ignored it. The rabbit family was still separated, but the girl had her own rabbit back. His wife and their children were still stored away in a box but they would soon all become happily reunited.
The girl was glad to have her rabbit back and would look to him for comfort when she got sad. Once she got so sad that she would look at him all the time. She noticed that his clothes had been torn and worn out and made him some new ones. This made him look brand new and inspired her to become brand new as well.
To be continued......
Then one day, unexpectedly and unwillingly, they were moved away from their home and all their other companions to a house that was completely unfamiliar and unwelcoming. Neither of them completely understood just what was going on, and since they were both so young no one really explained the situation to them. They both became lonely and scared for many reasons. However, they slowly learned to become invisible, or at least they would like to think so. It was a special kind of magical power, or at least they would like to think so. Sometimes they would wish they could be invisible all the time so that nothing bad happened to them, but unfortunately their magical powers did not work that well. As they grew older, they finally made one friend, who they also taught their power to. They used it quite often, sometimes out of necessity and sometimes for fun.
One day, the girl and her friend decided that the rabbit should get married and start a family because they noticed that he was beginning to get lonely .A beautiful young female rabbit appeared out of nowhere, and she was not invisible. They fell in love instantly, had a beautiful wedding and later on two beautiful children, a boy and a girl. At one point, they would eventually all separate, but that came many and many years later. For now, they were all happy and settled. They stayed together and thought that they would forever.
Once again, completely unexpectedly and unwillingly, the girl, her friend and the rabbit family all moved away to a place that was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. The language in this place was foreign and the people very strange. They did not fit in to their new environment very well and although now older, still confused about just exactly what was going in. But they were falsely reassured that everything was okay and not out of the ordinary.
When they became older and much wiser, they realized exactly what happened, at least part of it. Keep in mind that this realization did not make them accept it, and in fact it made them very angry. The girl and her friend did not know where the rabbit family was because they were now stored in boxes and hidden away. The girl and her friend missed them very much but had a lot of other things to worry about that did not allow them to rescue them. They also did not want to expose the (hopefully) happy family into their environment because they did not feel that it was safe. The girl especially missed what she still thought of as "her rabbit" because they were raised together. For now, he would have to remain tucked away and safe until a better time.
The girl and her friend eventually also parted ways in order to rebuild their lives. She went off to college and moved away. Her friend did the same, but somewhere far away and they would see each other only a few times a year. Once their college years were starting to come to an end, and the girl's friend decided that college for not for her but had nowhere else to go, they moved into a small apartment together. They had a neighbor who turned out to be crazy and once again they began to feel uncomfortable in their environment. This time, they just ignored it. The rabbit family was still separated, but the girl had her own rabbit back. His wife and their children were still stored away in a box but they would soon all become happily reunited.
The girl was glad to have her rabbit back and would look to him for comfort when she got sad. Once she got so sad that she would look at him all the time. She noticed that his clothes had been torn and worn out and made him some new ones. This made him look brand new and inspired her to become brand new as well.
To be continued......
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
The Fickle Pickle (and a bunch of grapes)
There once was a pickle, who was very fickle, and he rode his bicycle to work almost every day. Sometimes he would not go to work at all, but somehow he never got fired. He did not have any friends, as he could never decide on who he liked and did not like. In his spare time, which he had a lot of, he enjoyed long walks on the beach although he was not sure what his zodiac sign was. Sometimes he would get lonely and regretted the fact that he lived a lonely life.
Then one day, he met a bunch of grapes who knew how to change shapes. This interested the fickle pickle because at one point in his life he had also changed shapes. He used to be a cucumber and used to know lots of other cucumbers.
The fickle pickle had not interacted with others in a long time, so he was not sure how to approach the situation. However, after long consideration, he decided to talk to the grapes.
“Hello. My name is Pickle. I see that you are a bunch of grapes. What shapes do you turn into?” Again, he did not have much experience interacting with others.
“We turn into raisins, once we dry up. We shrivel up and no longer look like grapes.” They did not mind answering his question and embraced the fact that they would all turn into raisins someday.
“I used to be a cucumber, so I know a bit about changing shapes. I am now an old pickle and I would advise you to enjoy your time as young grapes.”
“Thank you for your advice.” They all said at the same time. They did not know what else to say because they already were enjoying their lives as young grapes and were not concerned about turning into raisins, although they knew that they would someday.
The pickle was not done yet. He wanted to pass on his knowledge to these grapes, mostly because he did not have anyone else to talk to.
“Hold on to the good things in your life. All the things that make you happy and everyone you love. Remember that, before it‘s too late. I used to know a lot of cucumbers, but my fickle habits turned them all away. I did not trust them and they did not trust me. I am now old and lonely.”
The grapes grew up in a bunch and were never alone, and although they would occasionally get into arguments, they never parted ways. They planned on staying together until they shriveled up into raisins. They did not know anything about being lonely. They appreciated the pickle’s advice but did not feel that it applied to their situation.
The fickle pickle could sense this by the way they looked at him and at each other. He knew they did not understand and he felt the need to make sure his message got across to them. They were young and naïve, that was all.
“I know that you grew up together as a bunch of grapes, but that makes no difference. I spent my life with other cucumbers, but they all left and never came back. It could happen to you as well.”
The grapes sympathized with this pickle and were starting to understand his point.
“Perhaps we can help you become less lonely. Do you think that would help?”
As soon as he heard this, the pickle became very hesitant. “But you are grapes and I am a pickle. I am a vegetable and you are not. I have only known cucumbers my whole life.”
The grapes ignored this statement. They began to realize that even in his old age, he was still very naïve. “What do you like to do in your spare time, Pickle?”
“Well, I enjoy long walks on the beach, although I do not know what my zodiac sign is.”
“We enjoy long walks on the beach as well. And your zodiac sign, whatever it may be, does not matter to us. Would you like to join us on our walk?”
Still very hesitant. He really wanted to turn down the offer, but since he was lonely, he decided to go along with it.
The pickle and the grapes, who all knew how to change shapes, began walking on the beach. It does not matter how they got there or where it was located. They enjoyed walks on any beach. They walked and talked and sometimes were silent when there wasn’t anything to say. They talked about their lives and their experiences, the good ones as well as the bad ones.
At this point, the pickle felt that the grapes were starting to become his friends and he felt that he could learn to trust them. They were friendly and accepting and did not seem fickle at all.
As the sun began to set, it was time for them to part ways. They all appreciated the knowledge they had shared with each other on this day. The pickle gave the grapes very important advice on growing older and not taking their lives and each other for granted, and the grapes taught the pickle to become more open minded. He also now understood that even though his life had often been unpredictable, there was no need for him to be so fickle.
“We are very glad to have met you, Pickle, and we enjoyed this long walk on the beach. We would very much like to continue taking walks on the beach with you, or anywhere else for that matter.”
“I would like that too. I have never been friends with grapes before and I am glad to have met you as well. I am now no longer lonely and I think we can learn a lot from each other.”
So they agreed to meet again the next day.
The next day came, and sure enough the pickle joined the grapes on their walk. Years passed, and the grapes eventually all turned into raisins. They all stayed together and never parted ways, not even with the pickle, who no longer considered himself to be fickle.
Then one day, he met a bunch of grapes who knew how to change shapes. This interested the fickle pickle because at one point in his life he had also changed shapes. He used to be a cucumber and used to know lots of other cucumbers.
The fickle pickle had not interacted with others in a long time, so he was not sure how to approach the situation. However, after long consideration, he decided to talk to the grapes.
“Hello. My name is Pickle. I see that you are a bunch of grapes. What shapes do you turn into?” Again, he did not have much experience interacting with others.
“We turn into raisins, once we dry up. We shrivel up and no longer look like grapes.” They did not mind answering his question and embraced the fact that they would all turn into raisins someday.
“I used to be a cucumber, so I know a bit about changing shapes. I am now an old pickle and I would advise you to enjoy your time as young grapes.”
“Thank you for your advice.” They all said at the same time. They did not know what else to say because they already were enjoying their lives as young grapes and were not concerned about turning into raisins, although they knew that they would someday.
The pickle was not done yet. He wanted to pass on his knowledge to these grapes, mostly because he did not have anyone else to talk to.
“Hold on to the good things in your life. All the things that make you happy and everyone you love. Remember that, before it‘s too late. I used to know a lot of cucumbers, but my fickle habits turned them all away. I did not trust them and they did not trust me. I am now old and lonely.”
The grapes grew up in a bunch and were never alone, and although they would occasionally get into arguments, they never parted ways. They planned on staying together until they shriveled up into raisins. They did not know anything about being lonely. They appreciated the pickle’s advice but did not feel that it applied to their situation.
The fickle pickle could sense this by the way they looked at him and at each other. He knew they did not understand and he felt the need to make sure his message got across to them. They were young and naïve, that was all.
“I know that you grew up together as a bunch of grapes, but that makes no difference. I spent my life with other cucumbers, but they all left and never came back. It could happen to you as well.”
The grapes sympathized with this pickle and were starting to understand his point.
“Perhaps we can help you become less lonely. Do you think that would help?”
As soon as he heard this, the pickle became very hesitant. “But you are grapes and I am a pickle. I am a vegetable and you are not. I have only known cucumbers my whole life.”
The grapes ignored this statement. They began to realize that even in his old age, he was still very naïve. “What do you like to do in your spare time, Pickle?”
“Well, I enjoy long walks on the beach, although I do not know what my zodiac sign is.”
“We enjoy long walks on the beach as well. And your zodiac sign, whatever it may be, does not matter to us. Would you like to join us on our walk?”
Still very hesitant. He really wanted to turn down the offer, but since he was lonely, he decided to go along with it.
The pickle and the grapes, who all knew how to change shapes, began walking on the beach. It does not matter how they got there or where it was located. They enjoyed walks on any beach. They walked and talked and sometimes were silent when there wasn’t anything to say. They talked about their lives and their experiences, the good ones as well as the bad ones.
At this point, the pickle felt that the grapes were starting to become his friends and he felt that he could learn to trust them. They were friendly and accepting and did not seem fickle at all.
As the sun began to set, it was time for them to part ways. They all appreciated the knowledge they had shared with each other on this day. The pickle gave the grapes very important advice on growing older and not taking their lives and each other for granted, and the grapes taught the pickle to become more open minded. He also now understood that even though his life had often been unpredictable, there was no need for him to be so fickle.
“We are very glad to have met you, Pickle, and we enjoyed this long walk on the beach. We would very much like to continue taking walks on the beach with you, or anywhere else for that matter.”
“I would like that too. I have never been friends with grapes before and I am glad to have met you as well. I am now no longer lonely and I think we can learn a lot from each other.”
So they agreed to meet again the next day.
The next day came, and sure enough the pickle joined the grapes on their walk. Years passed, and the grapes eventually all turned into raisins. They all stayed together and never parted ways, not even with the pickle, who no longer considered himself to be fickle.
Monday, January 24, 2011
The Core of My Being revealed itself to me in a dream I had a long time ago...
... and then once again on Saturday, January 8th, 2011, in the form of Real Talk
Spring 2009
Watercolor
Monday, January 17, 2011
anonymous: a message about sex
I called you the other day and told you I couldn’t have casual sex anymore. I told you it was fun for a while but I couldn’t do it anymore. You said you never liked it in the first place. You said it felt like masturbating with someone else in the room, and then we both laughed.
I liked when you said that when you really love someone, kissing their face is almost better than sex because you love them and you want to kiss their face. “I love you and I want to kiss your face.”
I thought that was beautiful.
Thank you, friend, for saying that to me.
I liked when you said that when you really love someone, kissing their face is almost better than sex because you love them and you want to kiss their face. “I love you and I want to kiss your face.”
I thought that was beautiful.
Thank you, friend, for saying that to me.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
saying a little prayer for you....
starring me, Jesse Reyes and Matt Bartek
directed by Christopher Stout
filmed in Jesse's living room, on 24th and York St.
January 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The Story of the Steamed Hand
This one friend of mine gave me really good advice once about how I should never stick my hand in the microwave.
It was a Friday night, January 7th, 2011 to be exact. Another friend and I had made plans to go out dancing, some sort of Michael Jackson tribute deal. We were on the guest list and everything. Well, all that really meant was that we didn’t have to pay the cover to get in, which I think was two dollars. And I think we were supposed to get free drinks. Totally VIP.
So I get home from work, take a shower, still feeling dirty and sweaty from the night before. You know, the night I stayed out drinking and dancing til 2am, after I had just made a New Years resolution to not go to work hung over. In my defense, I didn’t even have a slight headache the next day and I only felt slightly nauseous. And it was a Friday so it was okay to look tired, in my defense. Better than looking tired on a Tuesday or Wednesday. Days of the week are very important.
I’m done showering and put on some clothes I feel are appropriate for the occasion but still comfortable. Planning ahead is what I like to call it. I’m looking up on the internet when the next bus is scheduled to come because the plan was to meet up at his house for dinner at 7pm, and I’m running a little behind. Alright, I’ve got ten minutes. I better call to say I’m on my way. Or text at least. I think I’ll send a text.
Maybe two minutes later, I get a call.
“Hey! I’m just about ready to leave.”
“Mal… you’re going to hate me.”
“What!!! You’re not going?!”
“I’m sorry… I’m still tired from last night.”
“Oh, alright, I understand. Well I’m sure I’ll see you this weekend and have a good night tonight.”
“Alright, you too. Sorry again.”
Click.
Damn it, I was already on my way out! As long as I’m dressed, I might as well see what everyone else is up to. I just got paid today. I’ve got money to spend.
Ring ring.
“Hey whats up?”
“Nothing much, what are you doing tonight?”
“I hadn’t really planned on anything… I think I’m just going to stay in.”
“Oh, can I come over?”
“Sure.”
“Alright, I’ll be over soon.”
Well, since the dinner thing didn’t go as planned, I better eat something here, before the next bus comes. Alright, I’ve got another fifteen minutes. Let me stick something in the microwave real quick and eat it as soon as its done, then everything will be perfect.
Hmm, this frozen gyoza sounds pretty good right now. Easy to make. All you gotta do is put it in a bowl (microwavable of course), splash a little bit of water in there and cover it with plastic. Been there, done that.
Beep. The microwave is letting me know my food is ready. Except it doesn’t look right this time. The plastic is somehow lifted up and looks like its bubbly inside. Hmm. Let me open it up, I’m down to about ten minutes.
“Fuuuuuckkkkkk!!!”
That’s me yelling as I uncover the plastic and the steam under it blasts onto my finger. My left thumb, to be exact. “Fuck,” I think again. Why did I do that?
Oh well, gobble gobble. Mmm that was good. Let’s go.
At first I almost didn’t even feel it. It all happened so quickly. I looked at it and I knew it would hurt later. It wasn’t that red yet but it was definitely getting there.
I hop on the bus to make my way over to my destination (BART station). It’s cold out so I wear my gloves as I usually do when the temperature gets down to this level. Except I’ve got a little problem. My glove is irritating my steamed finger. I take it off, my hand is now cold and I’m not happy with the situation. It’s starting to hurt more and more. It’s turning redder by the minute. I should have put some kind of ointment on it before I left the house, damn it.
A few hours later, I say, “hey, you got any ointment or lotion of some sort that could help me out with this?”
“yeah, it’s my roommates, but you can use some.”
“Sweet.” I put some on and it makes my hand look really shiny. It makes me want to take a picture of it, which I do, and it turns out looking pretty damn cool. Later I will post this picture on the internet for everyone to see.
Moving forward in time, doing a little time traveling, I’m on the phone with this good friend of mine telling him The Story of the Steamed Hand, because he asked me, “Hey what happened to your hand?”
He listens patiently and then tells me I need to learn my lesson. I need to take this as a sign not to rush anything I’m doing and most of all not to stick my hand in the microwave when I’m not supposed to. I love this friend of mine so I tell him I appreciate his advice and that I will never stick my hand in the microwave again without waiting a minute or two first.
It was a Friday night, January 7th, 2011 to be exact. Another friend and I had made plans to go out dancing, some sort of Michael Jackson tribute deal. We were on the guest list and everything. Well, all that really meant was that we didn’t have to pay the cover to get in, which I think was two dollars. And I think we were supposed to get free drinks. Totally VIP.
So I get home from work, take a shower, still feeling dirty and sweaty from the night before. You know, the night I stayed out drinking and dancing til 2am, after I had just made a New Years resolution to not go to work hung over. In my defense, I didn’t even have a slight headache the next day and I only felt slightly nauseous. And it was a Friday so it was okay to look tired, in my defense. Better than looking tired on a Tuesday or Wednesday. Days of the week are very important.
I’m done showering and put on some clothes I feel are appropriate for the occasion but still comfortable. Planning ahead is what I like to call it. I’m looking up on the internet when the next bus is scheduled to come because the plan was to meet up at his house for dinner at 7pm, and I’m running a little behind. Alright, I’ve got ten minutes. I better call to say I’m on my way. Or text at least. I think I’ll send a text.
Maybe two minutes later, I get a call.
“Hey! I’m just about ready to leave.”
“Mal… you’re going to hate me.”
“What!!! You’re not going?!”
“I’m sorry… I’m still tired from last night.”
“Oh, alright, I understand. Well I’m sure I’ll see you this weekend and have a good night tonight.”
“Alright, you too. Sorry again.”
Click.
Damn it, I was already on my way out! As long as I’m dressed, I might as well see what everyone else is up to. I just got paid today. I’ve got money to spend.
Ring ring.
“Hey whats up?”
“Nothing much, what are you doing tonight?”
“I hadn’t really planned on anything… I think I’m just going to stay in.”
“Oh, can I come over?”
“Sure.”
“Alright, I’ll be over soon.”
Well, since the dinner thing didn’t go as planned, I better eat something here, before the next bus comes. Alright, I’ve got another fifteen minutes. Let me stick something in the microwave real quick and eat it as soon as its done, then everything will be perfect.
Hmm, this frozen gyoza sounds pretty good right now. Easy to make. All you gotta do is put it in a bowl (microwavable of course), splash a little bit of water in there and cover it with plastic. Been there, done that.
Beep. The microwave is letting me know my food is ready. Except it doesn’t look right this time. The plastic is somehow lifted up and looks like its bubbly inside. Hmm. Let me open it up, I’m down to about ten minutes.
“Fuuuuuckkkkkk!!!”
That’s me yelling as I uncover the plastic and the steam under it blasts onto my finger. My left thumb, to be exact. “Fuck,” I think again. Why did I do that?
Oh well, gobble gobble. Mmm that was good. Let’s go.
At first I almost didn’t even feel it. It all happened so quickly. I looked at it and I knew it would hurt later. It wasn’t that red yet but it was definitely getting there.
I hop on the bus to make my way over to my destination (BART station). It’s cold out so I wear my gloves as I usually do when the temperature gets down to this level. Except I’ve got a little problem. My glove is irritating my steamed finger. I take it off, my hand is now cold and I’m not happy with the situation. It’s starting to hurt more and more. It’s turning redder by the minute. I should have put some kind of ointment on it before I left the house, damn it.
A few hours later, I say, “hey, you got any ointment or lotion of some sort that could help me out with this?”
“yeah, it’s my roommates, but you can use some.”
“Sweet.” I put some on and it makes my hand look really shiny. It makes me want to take a picture of it, which I do, and it turns out looking pretty damn cool. Later I will post this picture on the internet for everyone to see.
Moving forward in time, doing a little time traveling, I’m on the phone with this good friend of mine telling him The Story of the Steamed Hand, because he asked me, “Hey what happened to your hand?”
He listens patiently and then tells me I need to learn my lesson. I need to take this as a sign not to rush anything I’m doing and most of all not to stick my hand in the microwave when I’m not supposed to. I love this friend of mine so I tell him I appreciate his advice and that I will never stick my hand in the microwave again without waiting a minute or two first.
Time Travel
“Chill out,” said the girl sitting in the corner of the room.
“What do you mean?” asked her friend as he stepped out of his spaceship. He did not know what she meant.
“Chill out. I’m trying to draw a picture of you.” She watched him out of the corner of her eye, sitting in the corner of the room. He put his spaceship aside, on the other corner, and walked over closer. He had just gotten back from a long trip, to a galaxy far, far away, and was glad to finally sit down. He put some music on and made himself comfortable on a sofa that was close to her, but far enough for her to still see him from a distance.
It was possibly raining outside but you couldn’t really tell. They both liked the rain though and didn’t mind being rained on. It was a Friday night but that didn’t really matter. Plans had not been made for these two, but she did ask that he chill out, which he kindly did. Although he did not admit it at first, he was also glad that she asked him to do that because sometimes he forgot to, as we all tend to do. He picked up a pen and paper and started drawing with her.
“How was your trip?”
The room was cold but also comfortable, which made it feel warmer that it was. The heater was turned on, although it wasn’t helping much. It was actually pretty damn cold.
“I went really far away and I’m glad to be back. I met a lot of different creatures but none of them were that interesting. To be quite honest it was a little boring.”
“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that. Welcome back.”
She kept drawing her picture and he kept drawing his, except his was not of himself like the girls was. His was of a dream he had, a reoccurring dream, one of those dreams that seems to haunt you long after you wake up, perhaps even years. So anyway, here was his dream, and he was drawing it and didn’t mind that she was watching him do it. He had talked about it a few days before this night, so it was not a surprise to her that he would want to spill it all out on paper. It was also not a surprise to her that she would want to draw a picture of him, or that it was cold in the room, or that it was a Friday night and possibly raining outside. It all made sense in the setting.
Everything continued as it was, until maybe a half hour later. The room started shaking and they soon realized that this was an earthquake. Their hearts started pounding. Time stood still, if only for a few seconds. She put her per and paper down on the table beside her and he did the same, their hearts both pounding. These earthquakes didn’t happen very often for either of them, therefore they did not want to talk about it due to its scary nature. In the grand scheme of things it wasn’t really much of a catastrophe, and they both knew this, giving them even more reason to not talk about it.
“Let’s go on a walk,” he suggested, and his friend agreed that this was a good idea. They put on their scarves and their gloves and left the room. It wasn’t raining at this point so they didn’t take an umbrella, although there was a possibility of the rain coming down as they walked. There was also a possibility of another earthquake happening which made their hearts start pounding again when they thought about it. It made her nervous, and when she confided this to him, he told her to chill out, which she kindly did.
“Let’s walk to that store we passed by earlier. I would like to buy a candle to take back to your house.” This was her idea.
“Why would you want to buy a candle to take back to my house?” Even though there was nothing confusing about that sentence, he did not know what she meant.
“Because I would like to light it up. I think it might make the room feel a little less cold.”
That made sense, so they walked together to the store and bought a candle to take back to his house. It was a plain regular candle, unscented, and you probably wouldn’t think anything of it if you saw it. It definitely didn’t look like a candle that would warm up a room, but he believed her anyway. She was an honest person, most of the time anyway.
As they walked, they didn’t say much. There wasn’t really that much to say. At one point, they passed by a black cat that seemed to be stuck behind a fence. It meowed and meowed at them but did not move forward. They stopped to see what was going on. The girl put down the candle on the ground and kneeled down, put her hand out to the cat and meowed back at it. The cat did not respond to her, so this time the boy tried to get its attention. The cat looked like it was in distress but didn’t know what to do about it. It looked like a kitten abandoned by its mother, and they both felt bad for it. Eventually, they figured out a way of getting around the fence, thinking that they could help him get out. This frightened the cat and he ran off into the night, his dark shiny fur blending into the background.
“Let’s just keep walking,” said the boy and this time he picked up the candle. He thought she might have started getting tired of carrying it this whole time.
Nothing else of interest occurred on the rest of the trip and it did not start raining. There were no more earthquakes, at least in this part of town. Everything was nice and safe and only a little chilly.
They got back to the house, dry from the lack of rain and their hearts beating at a steady pace from the lack of any earthquakes. The black cat did not give them any bad luck because all the luck they had was good and they both felt pretty lucky in general.
“Let’s light up this candle.” He got out a match and lit it up, right in the middle of the room, where it had the best chance of making everything feel warm. They didn’t sit in the corner of the room this time because that wouldn’t have made sense.
All of a sudden, the room started shaking. Not again! They both started to feel uneasy and discussed the urgent need to get out of the room. At first they could not decide if they should take the candle or leave it behind. If they took it, they would be able to light it up again somewhere else in case it got cold. If they left it behind, it would still be there when they got back if the room was cold and they needed to warm it up again.
“Let’s get in your spaceship and leave the candle behind. It will still be here when we come back and if we need one we can always stop by that store, or any other store, and buy another one.” This was the boys idea, and his friend agreed that it was a good one.
“Where do you want to go?” He asked as he put on his spacesuit.
“To a galaxy far, far away. I don’t know, just pick one. I haven’t been to that many of them yet.”
“Alright. Let’s just go in one direction and see where it takes us.”
“Do you have any music in here? I would like to sing as we fly through space. I’ve always wanted to do that. I also think it might make me less nervous because it still might rain tonight and that seems dangerous if you’re flying in a spaceship. Are you sure you’re good at this?”
“Yes, trust me, I’ve done this many times. It’s actually easier than driving a car, believe it or not.”
“I’m sorry. I know I should trust your spaceship-flying abilities.” She felt bad for insulting him, although he wasn’t offended at all and told her that all she needed to do was chill out, which she kindly did.
“And to answer your question, yes I do have music in here, and you can put it on and you can even sing if you’d like to.” This made her feel a lot better. She put on a song she liked and started singing just as he started up the spaceship and they both had their seatbelts on, ready for take off.”
“Ready?”
“Yes, I think so.”
“Ok, lets do this then.” And off they went.
“I think we should go to the nearest galaxy we can find, besides our own, because it is pretty late and we both had a long day today. And I’m not going to lie, I’m still a little afraid that it might start raining and I’m afraid of another earthquake happening.” This was the girls idea, and he agreed that it was a good one.
So off they went, to the nearest galaxy they could find aside from their own, and they listened to music and she never stopped singing, except to comment on something beautiful she would see here and there. It made her wish they had a camera in the spaceship they could take pictures with, but unfortunately they left it behind at the house, so she would just have to remember it on her own. It was very bright outside even though it was the middle of the night, and she was no longer nervous and was not afraid of rain or earthquakes or anything and began to appreciate the nature of this galaxy they were in. When she told him this he said he was glad to hear it.
They traveled back and forth through time and space and eventually he turned the spaceship around and they started making their way back to their own galaxy. This took a few years but he tried to fly as fast as possible because he was getting tired and wanted to go back to his house to light up that candle. They were suddenly stopped in the middle of their trip. There was an accident up ahead on the road and the traffic had stopped. The ambulance was on its way.
“I wonder what happened.” The boy was curious.
“I don’t know, but I feel pretty lucky right now that it wasn’t us. Earlier when we saw that black cat I thought it was a bad sign but I don’t think it was at all. I don’t think people should think of black cats that way, you know? It’s not fair.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. People think silly things sometimes though. You know how that is.”
“Yeah, I think pretty silly things sometimes myself.”
“Yeah, I do too.”
“Tell me one silly thing you’ve thought about recently.” They had to find something to talk about, after all they might be stuck here for a while. The ambulance had arrived but it was hard to see what was going on.
Since she was the one who asked the question, it was his turn first.
“Well, remember earlier today, when I arrived in my room and just as I was stepping outside of my spaceship you told me to chill out?”
“Yeah, what about it? What silly thing could you possibly think of that?” She did not know what he meant, although she did remember the incident.
“I don’t know, at first I didn’t know what you were talking about. It was only after I sat down for a few minutes that I realized you were right. At first, it irritated me a bit that you were making assumptions about how I felt and thought you were being selfish because all you wanted to do was draw a picture of me.” The boy was glad to get this off his chest.
“I guess that is pretty silly,” the girl agreed. “But I’m glad you realized my true intentions.”
It was now her turn. She had to tell him one silly thing she had recently though about. Whatever the accident on the road was, it looked like it had now been fixed because the ambulance was gone and the other spaceships started moving again. So off they went again.
“When we saw that black cat earlier, I thought that it would give us bad luck. Now that I think about it, I was completely wrong.”
“Yeah. I told you.”
Eventually they got back to the house with no more accidents on the road. There was a slight drizzle now but it did not make either of them nervous because they were pretty close to home and they both believed in their good luck.
They parked in the corner of the room, and the candle was still sitting there in the middle. Everything looked the same, as if they had never left. The room was still cold as before and they were both glad they had something to warm it up with.
“That was a nice little ride. I’m glad we got back safely. I would like to continue drawing my picture of you, if you don’t mind.”
“No, of course I don’t mind. I need to finish my drawing anyway, let’s get to it.”
They picked up their drawing materials and sat in the middle of the room, this time on the floor because there was no furniture to sit on around the candle. This was a sacrifice they were both willing to make. As the candle slowly burned, they started to hear the rain coming down harder outside. They enjoyed the sound of it and enjoyed its nature.
“You know, I think we should stop being afraid of earthquakes because we can’t stop them from happening or not happening. I don’t think it makes sense to be afraid of that. And it’s not like rain can really hurt us that much either and personally I enjoy its nature.” This time, the girl was glad to get this off her chest.
“I agree. Here, look, I’m done with my drawing.” It was a horrifying drawing of this reoccurring dream he had, but she was glad that he was able to get it off his chest onto paper. It was almost too horrifying for her to look at, but she appreciated it anyway.
“Let me see yours. I’d like to see what you think I look like.” She showed it to him and he thought it looked beautiful, but didn’t admit to it.
“I like it, it has lots of character. I have to admit that I look pretty chilled out.” She appreciated the compliment and smiled with a sense of accomplishment.
Since they were both done with their drawings, and the candle had burned out by now, they put their materials aside and went back to the corner of the room, where it was no longer cold. The candle had done a wonderful job and its warmth would stay there for a long time.
“Goodnight,” the girl said. She decided that it was time for bed and her friend agreed that this was a good idea.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
huh?
i didnt even realize today was wednesday until halfway through the day because every day is starting to feel the same. i'm tired and lonely. happy new year.
Monday, January 3, 2011
nat nat crazy bat
i miss this little one. night of my lil sisters 21st bday. we couldnt figure out how to put the money into the photobooth machine. of course this occurred shortly after the birthday shots were taken.
"I peed on the steps."
Echo Park, Dec 2010. good company and good beer. and then i took the perfect piss.
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