Late.

This is late.




The projects today were damn good.

The alien one.













Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

I want to know.

I am consumed with a burning desire to know exactly how much of that was confession and how much of that was concocted.

I don't care which way it goes anymore.

The presentation was done incredibly well. Even the body movements you did while it was being presented, were done in a way to make me question my thoughts.

It's like fucking... Robin Williams-esque neurosis.

I am completely consumed by the desire to find out. This is planted the seed of curiosity in a unique and interesting way.

Dammit dammit dammit.

You are either a really good actor, or some crazy shit happened.

Dammit.

I just want to bloody well know, which IS it?!


Good job ya bugger. This is going to bother me all week.

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As for which one needed a change? I want to talk about two here.

But for separate reasons.

First, the heart salad one.

This one was amazing.

I really hope you use that letter well.

It... it would be a good thing to do that. A great thing to do that.

But the sand bit was a little lost on me.

If you did something to make that seem more like sand. I thought it was salt at first, or sugar; maybe put it flowing between the two candles? Like it flows out of an hourglass? Not sure.

That is the one tiny thing that could make your incredibly well thought out and brilliant piece even better.

Really bloody brilliant.

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The second thing to improve on, would be the black tar tin foil project.

I don't know much about drugs.

Once you explained what I had been looking at, the glyph like designs took on a whole new meaning.

I like the rest of the setup to the piece, but some way to clue in people who don't know what those are could be incorporated to make it really fantastic.

Good job though, that was not an easy confession piece.


Everything talked about in such a way as to not give away any information about identities. Just in case.


And that's it.

ART DUMP CRAP STUFF #2

This week consisted of:

1. Dressing inappropriately
2. Lying on the internet.

So, basically an average week.


But this time I was able to get school credit for it.

Yay!

The dressing inappropriately involve me looking like this.

I am sure you are familiar with this picture (from the previous blog post.

Bluh bluh. Huge repeat.

But, yeah, interesting to watch all the reations I got. I am really glad I don't have to wear this every day.

Like people who have to deal with nuclear contamination.




Coughcough.


Also I contributed a fictional story to a truthful publication.

After laying the false trail, I didn't receive any comments. Mine was probably a bit too unreal.

I don't mind. As that was my intention.

But I hope some people enjoyed the story at least.

After all, a little flesh devouring sand is sure to brighten up anyone's day.

The Creeping, Hungry Sands of Tule isn't even the worst thing on that site.

But I'll be damned if they aren't infectious in their readability.


I look forward to reading the Daily Nexus article about the fake stories.

Should be a hoot.


And that's it.

Beach Barred; Killer Dunes, for Real.

Many students at the University of California Santa Barbara have been "disappointed" by the Santa Barbara police department's presence in order to stop Floatopia.

They say that it is to protect the students and the environment, and this is true, but they have no idea how right they really are. Voluminous amounts of trash and changed ph values due to human urine are bad, but they pale in comparison to what is really out there.

Recently, top secret documents from an organization, known simply as SCP, have been revealed to contain information regarding what is really going on at the beach. (Our thanks go out to our annonymous informant, referred to here as insightfulVulva. You work will expose the truth to those willing masses who deserve to know what is really going on around them.) Reports of large dunes of sand moving of their own volition, coinciding with a significant number of missing persons reports, have been revealed that the real trouble in paradise stems from an entity called - SCP-165 - also known as the "Creeping Hungry Sands of Tule" reported to be able to devour a human being whole within minutes. You read that correctly, and as such DO NOT GO TO THE BEACH. The dunes have been known to not only quickly and efficiently devour most organic lifeforms, but they also reproduce at an alarming rate once they do consume something. If more victims are lost to this menace, then the problem could ramp up exponentially. A large enough "sand dune" could wipe out a town in hours...

Local police forces were coerced by the SCP to close the beaches so that reports of the sands could be investigated and contained. Thankfully, the SCP foundation apparently has the necessary resources to contain this... thing.

The Floatopia ruse was a... distatcion.

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Ahahahahahahah!

This was fun.

The messing of a nonfiction and fictional space is quite intriguing.

Thankfully, mine is so damn overblown that I could not be mistaken for reality. It will hopefully mess with some people, before being used for entertainment purposes. At least I will have forever corrupted some people with the SCP series of stories. I know the damn things have kept me up at night.

Give people nightmares?

But they are entertaining that is for sure.

I like playing with this space; I just don't want to cause any undue harm. For a story that is closer to being possible, there is the chance that someone could be negatively impacted. Not that that is inherently bad, it is just very unlikely that it is negatively impact someone who doesn't deserve it.

The whole concept of using fictional/nonfictional space interactions to exact justice seems kind of poetic to me. But that is a tricky area involving laws.

Ah laws, most seem to do quite well.

The only problem is when they protect people who work within those same laws to commit true crimes.

If the person who is responsible for privatizing gains and socializing losses on wall-street were to be inconvenienced by this sort of thing...

Well I wouldn't feel very bad for them.

Is that me showing a malicious and vengeful streak?

Hmmm.

Better be careful of that.

Temper temper.


This little fiasco seems to skirt that slope quite nicely, so I am satisfied.

And that's it.