Funucation with Professor Cameron!

Olivia has inspired me to learn more about everything, so I thought why not make it into something that I do on my blog too! So I thought of what to put up first and I thought I would start with something that I know very well, fish! Well specifically I'm going to start with my favorite fish. This fish is called the Ocean Sunfish, or sometimes known as the Mola Mola. The sunfish is the heaviest bony fish in the world! It has an average adult weight of 2,200 pounds! Sunfish look like a big fish head with a little tail and their babies look like pufferfish. They're even eaten in some parts of the world. I'm sure that you could have guessed that the Japanese are the main consumers. Those damn Japs eat anything. Sunfish spend most of their life basking on the surface of the water. They're usually solitary but they get in groups when cleaning themselves in kelp beds. I think it's funny that no one has determined their natural life span. All we know is that they live about ten years in captivity. All of the scientists probably have other very important matters to attend to, like finding out that snails can crawl over a razor blade without getting cut. Anyway, I'll be doing this about once a week for you guys so tune in next time children!

Koala jerky and khaki shorts.

Whenever I get on my computer, a voice rings out from the heavens saying, "Cameron! You are the chosen one! Destined to thin the line between reality and the astral plane that is the internet!" Or it could be the medicine I've been taking. Well, I just got back from a very entertaining gaming session at Michael Jackson's house. It was filled with Australian cursing, throat slitting, and mutual hatred throughout the party. So without further adieu, listen to this song while you read about Adam!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UrkJCbS8YWE


ADAM

What would one do for love? Some may say many things such as how they would take a bullet for their loved one or jump in front of a train to push them out of the way. But rarely in life do these exaggerations actually happen. Adam was just a seventeen year old boy. He went through school, did work on his parent’s farm, and hung out with friends. But one day he fell in love with a girl who lived in the middle of town. This had been the first girl he ever had feelings for like this. They went to the tavern and sat in the fields looking up at the stars. Then, one morning he woke up with her voice still ringing through his mind, reminding him to wait somewhere in the field outside of town. He got dressed and went out and sat in the field amongst the flowers and butterflies fluttering around him. He felt lost looking up into the sky, watching the clouds go by; his love was the only thing going through his mind. Minutes passed while Adam gazed into the sky. Minutes soon turned to hours waiting for her to come to that field. His mind cluttered with unanswered questions, decided to stay and wait for her, because they were truly in love and she would come to the field. Hours soon turned to days as Adam waited for her to arrive at that spot in the field. As Adam pondered life and its many questions, not once did he question the faithfulness of his love. Eventually, as weeks passed, Adam’s unwavering love turned into deep seeded hatred. He finally took notice that the one that he placed his care and trust into had left him.It took weeks of thinking time to finally notice that although he placed his trust in the people around him, no one ever cared about him. Not even his parents cared, if they did then surely they would have sent people out to look for Adam with him being gone this long. Even the ones Adam called his friends. Whenever they went out to party, Adam was never invited. The next day, Adam passed away after losing all will to live. His body lied untouched for another week. The emotional stress while he passed did something to him while his body sat alone in that field. The pains of being so lonely and so spiteful all while completely losing the will to live stirred something inside him. Something so foul it deformed his very body. His remnants of a soul twisted along with his flesh. His mind awakened, refreshed and with only one feeling upon it.
Despair.

His love lies awake in her room staring at the ceiling. She was never able to go and see Adam on that day as her mother passed in her sleep the night before. She was so ashamed to go and see him for days, but she eventually went to his family and asked where he was. They told her about how he hadn’t been home since he went to meet her. She searched for him for days. She went to the field where he told him to meet her and didn’t find him. She searched high and low but he was nowhere to be found. She finally gave up and was now lying in bed, worried about Adam. She then heard the door swing open and bang upon the house. Her father shouted something and then all the girl could hear were blood curdling screams, as though someone had tore open her father’s throat. Paralyzed in fear, the girl could do nothing but stagger back against the wall as her room’s door swung open so slowly it felt like decades. As it inched open letting out a creaking sound that sent shivers down ones spine, standing in the doorway was something plucked from the greatest nightmares of the creatures of the nine hells. It was a tall, slender man with sheet white skin and large, bulging eyes that cried continuously. His mouth was turned into a large, stretched out frown that was like a scar upon his face. He slowly walked up to the girl with such grace it seemed as though he were gliding. He grabbed her face with his right hand, looked into her eyes, and told her, “I’m done waiting.” Before tearing open her stomach with the sickle he wielded. As she went into shock from the pain, she managed to sputter one thing as she faded away. “I still love you.” And then she was gone from the world. But like a scar upon the earth, Adam remained in undeath. He would never let this happen to anyone again. Adam would make sure no one would know the same pain he knew on that day.

The Phoenix Analogy

Like a Phoenix from the ashes I have arisen! I've been missing from the blogging scene if you haven't noticed. If you haven't noticed I am extremely worried about you actually. So yes, I am back on the blogging scene with full strength! My friends moving away gives me a lot more incentive to be blogging again. I do enjoy it, it's just the fact that I have to stop being such a bum and actually come on here and ramble. Come to think of it, I haven't done much of anything at all this whole summer. Eh, as long as I'm back that's all that matters right!? So, now that I'm back in the swing of things I've gotten back into playing the piano and making the chiptunes. So expect some songs featuring both of them. I have to make some songs before I call myself an artist so I have to jump on that. I really did enjoy my summer. It was filled with beaching, donuts and hot dogs, and most importantly of all me falling on my ass skim boarding. In more recent Cameron related news, I went to the fair with Olivia yesterday and had a lot of fun with her. We got Pokemon hats! I got the Turtwig one and she got an Ash hat. My hat is illustrated in the handy-dandy picture above. I really want to teach piano lessons actually. First I need to make a really nice flyer that I can hang up everywhere and people will be impressed with it. I'll teach them up to second level and then I can refer them to my old piano teacher. On another note, I need to buy a web cam so I can chat with my buddies in their new dorms! I will send them my campaigns and stories that I write so they can play their new gaming buddies through them. And in return they can show their new friends my chiptune so I can get publicity! As soon as I make some that is, haha. Well, I would like to save some stuff for next time so that's it for now! Till next time!

Album of the Week!

This is such a great album.

Cozy lo-fi indie pop music created by Santa Barbara songwriter Rebecca Redman with her older brother Josh (Hoshwa). Her shows have a remarkably friendly, intimate atmosphere and her songs are sometimes quiet and sometimes loud.

http://www.mediafire.com/?ugjuka5g2ky

I just can't stop listening to it.
It reminds me of Gregory and the Hawk.
Just listen to it and maybe you'll understand my love.

Shoes are for conformists

What a productive week this has been! I've been to the beach twice, went to my first midnight showing, and bettered my life and the week isn't even over! I've been really happy lately. I'm trying to look at things more optimistically which is really the reason why. I'm really just going with the flow of life now instead of worrying about things. I used to plan ahead so far it was ridiculous. I was truly afraid of the future and everything it holds, but now I don't worry about it. It took a lot of thinking really, I guess I just noticed that I don't really enjoy everything for what it is. I nitpicked details in movies and people. But now I'm just accepting everything for what it really is. Anyways, I saw The Last Airbender and it was pretty entertaining. Everyone bitched up a storm but don't pay attention to them. So if you want a conclusion, I've been happier than ever before because I've changed my views and I fucking hate shoes.

The Tomb of Taint: The Doctor's perspective

Sorry I'm late! Enjoy!

After the unimportant small-talk that I had no part in, we all went up to our separate rooms. I was the only one left to his separate room; they said it was on account of the smell that followed my beloved Spot. My Spot is a piece of art that they can’t possibly begin to fathom. As I trifled through my bags, I noticed I was low on spare parts. Can’t have that, I thought, as I pulled up my hood and proceeded out the door. As I drifted down the hall, I heard a distinct feminine voice from behind me call out, “Where are you headed to my Doctor friend?” My eyes affixed to the door ahead of me, I replied, “I’m off to the shops, I have a special need and I’m afraid it may cost an arm and a leg.” Who says I don’t have a sense of humor. “Well, don’t be out too late I guess.” She said, lingering for a moment before closing her room door. I continued on out the door which led to the tavern itself. A few men sat in their drunken stupors, giving me dagger-like stares from across the room. I know their kind, and I want nothing to do with them unless it’s alone in some dark alleyway. And with them, I won’t spare them the pleasure of using anesthetic. As I exited the filthy drinking shack, across the street I observed a man walk into an alley. Perfect, hopefully this man doesn’t put up too much of a struggle; I would hate to get blood all over my dress robes. I pursued the man into the alley and he was leaning against a building lighting a pipe. It took him a moment to notice me approaching in the darkness. He was surprised and stumbled back while dropping his pipe. “W-what do you want man!?” he exclaimed, staggering back into the corner of the alley. “Well, I was a bit lost and I was wondering if you could spare a moment.” He stood up straight and let out a breath of relief. “Sure, where do you need to find?” he asked me, now somewhat calm, yet still wary of me. “I need limbs.” “L-limbs!?” He was no longer as calm as he was only a moment ago. “Yes. I find my self in need of some spare human parts.” At this point the man ran past me and tried to dart out of the alley. But as he approached the opening, he was engulfed in darkness and I grabbed him from behind as I stabbed him deep in the side, making sure not to damage any of the precious goods inside the wrapping. As soon as he dropped to the ground, I went to work harvesting whatever I could from the corpse. When I was finished, I took the remains and decided to have some fun. I proceeded to the center district of the town and hung up the remaining bits of the man around on lampposts and such. And then I stood back and admired my work. Again, who says I don’t have a sense of humor. After a few minutes of reveling in my prank, I proceeded back to the tavern and managed to fit in a couple of hours sleep before we had to depart.

Fun in the summer sun.

Well I sure have been busy these last two days. Yesterday I went to Six Flags with my good friend, and today I went to the beach with Olivia and friends. At Six Flags I shouted all day at various people and was just loud in general. The day was filled with screaming, nausea, and no food. While the beach was filled with dicks, hobos, and puns. It was a lot of fun hanging out with Olivia and Kayla. Next time we'll try to have a few more friends to go with us and share the fun and sunburns. I'm working on trying to get some chipsters to go with us down to Venice to go busking and hang out. I call it the "Chipster Beach Retreat". Also it would help me to see some people that are really good with LSDJ at work. Alright, tomorrow I'll try and update the Album of the Week and The Tomb of Taint. I've just been so busy lately I haven't had a chance to update.

Inside out tentacle rape.

Yesterday was ridiculous. Playing through /tg/'s dungeons was pretty entertaining. Furry raves, chests full of rape scorpions, and partying hard. The players made it amazing though. When we got to the strange inside forest with the Troll who takes care of the furries' children, a fairy emerged from the trees and fell near the party. Immediately, P.J. Widdlyscuds "The Rope master" proceeded to try and rape her. He then changed his title to "The Rape Master".It was a great time, but next time we'll play through a more serious game.

Hey everyone. Just been hanging out and not doing much at all. Downloading some music and browsing the internet. I'll be running 4 people through /tg/'s dungeon tomorrow so I found some ambient music for the dungeon, now I just need to set up in the garage. At least it won't get filled with nerd fumes if we do it in the garage. I was just looking at some shirts that I wanna get since I like to have new clothes for the new school year. So I went on Thinkgeek and found some shirts. I need something to keep my gaming chipster status going, so I picked a few out. They're pretty awesome in my opinion. I would know, I picked them. I'll take some pictures of the gaming session at my place tomorrow.  Keep posted then.

The Doctor is in....

I got this awesome idea. I'm gonna do a weekly update for a story I've been writing based on a horror dungeon my good friend Michael Jackson conjured up. This particular story is from the perspective of my character, The Doctor. The Doctor is a mystery to his companions and the rest of the town. His black cloak covers the whole of his body and darkness drifts off of any partially revealed skin. Michael was particularly good at raping our minds with his cock. Anyways, hope you enjoy the story.

 The Tomb of Taint: The Doctor's perspective

As I sat uncomfortably in the tavern chair, the gazes of my soon-to-be peers said it all. They wanted to find out what was under my robes. They all wonder that in the beginning. Around me sat 3 adventurers recruited much like I was. Sitting directly in front of me was a woman of average height. She seemed sneaky; I could've sworn I saw her take something out of a man's pocket. With her black hair, green eyes, and slender body, she was a fine specimen indeed. I estimate she weighs about one-hundred and thirty pounds, with a waist length of 27.5 inches. To my right was a kobold with his red skin and yellow stripes. I never did like Kobolds, too weedy. Last of all, across the table next to the woman sat a strong male, zealous type. He had a sort of gruff, savage look to him and he seemed cocky, I don't think I'll much like this man. And myself? Well, I'll say I'm not the most attractive... man, you'll meet. All that was visible was my dark robe. Next to me were my two faithful companions. My dog Spot, and my servant Stitches. Stitches was shrouded in darkness, for good reason. But Spot was not. The tentacles drooping off of his face like moss in a swamp constantly twitched, and the orifices on his back seeped a fluid that was an odd green and smelt of death. "I believe introductions are in order. I am Melina, let me order my new friends some drinks." the woman said in a think accent I wasn't familiar with and promptly after she called to the bartender for 4 ales. "Francis here." the strong man said valiantly, his gaze averting directly to me before sitting down, a look of curiosity still lingering upon his face. The Kobold seemed content as he said enthusiastically,” I am Ober Fikellen-born. It is nice to meet you all.” So much confidence and optimism at this table. The group averted their gaze to me, and I simply said "You may call me Doctor." "Quite the mysterious one you are eh? Ahahaha!" Francis chuckled heartily before grabbing one of the arriving drinks and sloshing it down like he hadn't drank in weeks. This man is annoying, I don't think I'll use any anesthesia on him. Quite a waste in my opinion.

A man approached the table and got the groups attention. “You were all contacted for your own special abilities and I have no doubt that they will come in quite handy throughout your venture into the pits and swirling darkness that are rumored to be there. Death, mayhem and taint ring all throughout this land but none seems more so than here. You will find the entrance not far from here, a few miles west or so from this very tavern. You may loot, destroy, murder or harm any that you need to for my desire is for one thing. The rubies, they are rumored to be powerful and I want them for my own. Return with them and I shall reward you heartily. I recommend you leave tomorrow morning, until then you may get to know each other. I’m sure some of you have met before and others haven’t. I on the other hand must go but before I do take this.” He throws a small pocket watch down onto the table. “This thing seems to have kept my family alive through countless assassination attempts. It has some lucky property to it and hopefully you’ll come back and return it to me upon getting those rubies." These words will come from a pale, emotionless man staring forward with a blank stare. His hair black and very well kept; his clothes are plain, certainly elegant. His fingers lay laced together on the table, his nails well manicured. Everything about this man seems plain yet elegant but above all he seems clean. Of course the environment seems far from it. The barman cleans a mug with a dirty rag and the bar seems to be built from rotting wood. The slight sound of dripping water sounds off in the distance. The light is low and gloom seems apparent. It is empty all around leaving only your group, the bartender and the pale, clean aristocrat. "So, any questions?" Francis raised his hand. "Yes, why are people around here so odd?" He said somewhat jokingly. "Well as you can imagine people have been through a lot of dark things in their lives."The pale man said with a grim look upon his face, "In this day and age, mystery surrounds even the simplest of things, and death waits around every corner." Actually, I prefer a more direct approach. No corners. "Even this simple town has a somewhat creepy aura to it." "A lot of things are... Creepy.", I interjected. Francis cocked his head and said "Well, nothing I've seen can compare to how creepy you are!" What an insolent whelp. "It's bad luck to talk badly about others." As his mug shattered in his hands, all he heard was a snap. As he shot me dirty glances, I noticed his eyes. This one is much too inquisitive. Hasn’t he ever heard of the old saying, “Curiosity killed the cat?”