Jason Rimbaud
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Just now, as I was readng Rad Steven's blog, where he frets about the prospect of having to cut his hair for a crappy phone center job. While I was commenting on his blog, I suddenly remembered a time when I cut my hair. Which gave me an idea about a story that I began outlining tonight. So included in everything I said earlier, I also get inspiration from Rad Steven's blog.
Jason R.
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This question is hard to answer mainly because I get ideas from everywhere/everything/everyone.
For my story So Called Chaos, I wanted to write a light hearted tale about two boys trying very hard to find some alone time so they could get off. This idea came because a friend and I were trying really hard to finish a serious conversation in a bar where we kept getting interrupted by people I knew. Each time we were interrupted, it took a bit longer for us to return to that place of seriousness. Later that night, I began toying with the idea that if I was that frustrated with all the interruptions and the guy was only a friend, how much worse would it be if two closeted gay boys kept trying to find a place to have sex and couldn't because of friends, parents, and crushed-crazed cheerleaders.
But for my other story, A Moment of Clarity, I got the idea after playing the video game Max Payne. There is a part of the story, a dream sequence, that inspired the opening paragraphs of that story.
It was cold, cold as a witch?s heart. Snow was falling, and by the looks of it, it didn?t have any plans on stopping anytime soon. The world was askew. The colors were reversed, like some kind of madman?s painting, blues replaced by a milky-gray color that sucked the warmth from the very sun. The earth was one big ball of varying shades of gray. Much like an old black and white movie, its picture scratched and faded. That was the world: faded.
Time seemed to move slowly, like a bad imitation of the movie Matrix. Time slowing as objects showed velocity in a perverted world where relativity ceased to exist. Shock waves followed the icy daggers as they plummeted to the gray world. Gray upon gray, fading into nothing. Colors of varying nothingness that inverted into colors of varying nausea.
Time had ended, and all that was left was the cancerous afterbirth of an aborted dream of God. Black as night inside a coffin was the color of God. God was dead; the great leveler of chaos had decided to reign. Black inside of black until only the diseased mind of color existed. Take black from black, and all that is left is nothingness. A world of nothing creates a backlash, and a vacuum of nothingness ensues.
The story changed into one man's struggle to come to terms with his gayness and his faith in God. But the main idea was just to write a cool paragraph in honor of a game.
And when it comes to my poetry, I get ideas from songs, sometimes I become inspired by themes, and sometimes I take a page out of my life and offer it up for everyone to read.
Jason R.
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Well, that's not really worth a private photo at all.
Though the mental picture of seeing you in nothing but your mask does stimulate the senses.
Jason R.
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Well, I can't believe that whilst relieving yourself, you thought of (Ele)Civil and his mis-matched socks. Methinks you should inquire of a good therapist to discuss this abnormal behavior.
Jason R.
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Ditto Blue, you've said it so much better than I could.
Jason R.
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Why should we do that?
Can't inmagine that can give me the right answers to this quiz....
(I guessed the cemetery and Pearl Harbor right, out of the first answers. And that for some stupid European......)
This is why I shouldn't post anything after three am.
Googling my ass won't help with the answers. I made that statement after Lugz sent me some info debunking my little quiz.
Jason R.
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Um, Wibby, that's a cop out. I want details damnit!
Jason R.
What if I promise you a pic all for you alone?
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Because not only would we all enjoy giving your ass a few swats, we know that you would enjoy it all the more.
Jason R.
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Sometimes I really hate the internet. Google my ass.
Thanks for the info Lugz. I think I shall post that once this is finished.
Jason R.
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Okay, now there's three right answers out there. Just one more.
Jason R.
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Now Des, he might be talking about his.....ummm.....hair that grows around or on his....place that connects with the chair.
It's not very nice to assume that he's talking about his "pubic" hair.
Sorry about that Trab, you know how Desilu is.....
Jason R.
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It looks like that my poor camera might be getting alot of use in the comingcumming days.
Jason R.
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Not bad Trab, you did get two of the four. Until others guess though, I won't be telling you which two are right, and which two are wrong.
There are still two more out there.
Jason R.
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It is customary in America to lower our national flag in times of mourning a fallen President, natural disasters, or horrifying events. But did you know that there are four American Flags, in separate places, that are never lowered for any reason? This is done out of respect, these four places are held in such great esteem that lowering the flag at these particular places would diminish the memory of what transpired at that location.
Can you name these four locations where our national flag is never lowered?
Jason R.
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I don't like the choices, so I didn't vote.
For number one, I never sit at my computer naked. That's gross. Just think of the chair. *shudders*
And if I would sit in my chair naked, why would I keep my socks on? Maybe Raccoon's do this but I don't.
If I'm at the computer, I usually wear whatever clothes I happen to have on for that day. Plus my hat, I do have a lucky hat I always wear when I'm writing. Matter of fact, I'm wearing that hat in my avatar.
And as for Cole asking who would answer the door naked, I've been known to answer the door in all states of dress/undress. But then I'm also the guy that takes photos of my no-no parts and sends them to my friends at the most bizarre times.
Jason R.
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Since my author page was lost for a few months, I wanted to bump this thread back up in case there were those of you that didn't get to read this story. I know, shameless behavior. But I'd really like those of you that haven't read it yet to give it a try.
Proceed.
Jason R.
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Thanks Desilu,
I've never been good at breaking down sentences. You rock.
Jason R.
(Wow, I just realized I didn't even make fun of you once in this entire post. I must be getting sick.)
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Thumbs up because I loved this poem.
Thumbs down because I can't pronounce the title.So all around I'll give it three
Jason R.
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--Steven
If you can't laugh at yourself; you're probably not funny.
Off topic, but I disagree with your sig. I laugh at myself all the time and everyone says I'm definately NOT funny.
Jason R.
By the way, I agree with everything you said in the above post.
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All right Awesome Dudes, you heard it straight from the rodents mouth.
Everyone send Wibby an email at least once a day until the next chapter is posted.
Jason R.
PS: Hey Wibby, what's your email address again?
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Hey Lugs,
As long as you're okay with going second, you may dust off your lap.
Or better yet, I could help clear away the cobwebs. You know, as sort of a "Welcome to the green room and author statis type gesture". The dude did ask us all to be friendly to those new comers after all.
Jason R.
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And if you won't tell Rad, how about telling me instead?
I agree with Rad's agree.
Jason R.
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Okay, here's my problem.
On one hand, I hope that Pecman isn't laid off his job.
But on the other hand, I'm so hoping that Pecman is laid off his job.
Seriously love this story by the way. And since I've found out a few things about Pecman recently, I might have a small cyber-crush on the man as well.
Jason R.
BTW Pecman, if you need a place to stay..........
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I voted "NO". Never really been interested in chat rooms. Like Des, I think it would be a diversion from the main reason we all hang out at AD. And that is to write stories/read stories.
But whatever is decided, I would support it as best as I can.
Jason R.
Thumbs down because I can't pronounce the title.
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Untitled Poem as of Right Now
in Poets' Corner
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Since the poetry forum has been a bit quiet lately, I want to spice things up a bit. If interested, I'll begin by posting a single line of poetry. Then, as inspiration strikes, each following member can add the next line. Anyone can make multiple posts as they see fit but allow someone else to post a line from the last line you posted.
I'm curious to find out what us Awesome Dudes can come up with. As for form or rhyming scheme, let's let muse decide. I'll start.
Untitled Poem
Written by: Awesome Dudes
Is there some other way out of here