“A week in the life,” posts are incidental musings, pictures, memes I mined and things I’ve bought. Why? Because it’s content and nothing I wrote for today made the cut. Welp, enjoy!

I finished this pink elephant on Tuesday. I branched out into making elephants while trying to keep myself distracted and also contemplating my return to training. I sourced some new wool from another supplier who was more cost effective. It allowed me to experiment and dare to waste materials or mess things up. The freedom to do that actually helped me not mess it up because I could potentially fix it. There are 5 of these elephants in existence right now. Two look passable. The others look like they want to kill you…Like the ugly cats, they just come out kind of angry, maybe because you have to stab them 145385673852 times to form them.

(I just sent the above pic to a work friend while writing this. She told me to bring the elephants and ugly cats so no one will go near our desk.)

 

 

I cooked a big rack of ribs on the weekend. I experimented with garlic and maple, salt and pepper. It came out well and I will do it again sometime when I crave meat. It’s not that much food, technically the meat is only a thin sliver on each side of the bone so…it lasted a couple of days…and once again the will to be slimmer and fitter disappears for another week.

 

 

 

 

Monday was crap. Monday is always crap, it’s the start of another week of you working, getting closer to death, all of that good stuff. Naturally when my friend AC wanted to drop by after work, I was feeling like poop and did not feel like being a human let alone entertaining anyone. I did it anyway for the short time he was visiting. The good thing was that AC brought around a belated birthday present for me, probably knowing I’m a sad sack, Eeyore, mopey fuck atm.

I have chicken feet socks. This makes me happy. Bok Bok.

 

I had a hot chocolate on Friday night. It was literally hot.chocolate. Not milk and a lot of water etc. It was Spanish drinking chocolate. Chocolate is part of my food pyramid, I think I even have a problem. It’s a must-have for me. However…trying to drink/eat this thing was tiring. It was so chocolatey and definitely worth the money, but halfway through I was slowing down, the richness that I usually want was almost overwhelming. The marshmallow on top was blowtorched to all buggery by the pretentious curly-haired teenager at the counter too but, besides those things, it was a good experience. When I left, I told my mum that I am never eating chocolate again…

and now that I am looking at the picture, I’m contemplating a drive to get another one and would recommend you treat yo self too.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Social Media is a pile of shit.

Social Media is run by a bunch of billionaires who sold you out years ago to the alphabet of authorities through back doors, screengrabs, political interests, facial recognition and algorithms. They use your likes, dislikes, GPS whereabouts and can predict your mood and accurately determine your personality based on years of your bullshit rants and woes in the “update status” field.  We have built it. We built Google’s creepiness with all the weird questions and search terms, downloads and gravitation to whatever the mainstream media puts out. You know what clickbait means…there are headlines and soundbites taken out of context or misspoken but you click it anyway and you feed the beast and it learns what interests you.

Creating fiction means I don’t feel the need to write about reality much anymore and usually don’t write articles or editorials. There are plenty of people who want their opinion/interpretations of events heard…but I do still notice that the news used to be more accurate with reports on factual events. Now it’s agenda and skewed, often parroted by other channels word for word. Listening to the language deliberately used around certain subjects is so obvious; emotive or attempting to cause division into “us and them” is always present  because when you’re infighting, you’re not noticing what’s going on in the background.

I use social media, now that I’m older it’s only catching up with friends, arranging meetings, book/publishing stuff, networking with other writers etc. It’s rare I bother commenting on social issues because there will always be someone who disagrees and is so invested in their perception that they will even come after you personally and try to make you feel bad. Usually these people don’t have the knowledge you do, or maybe they do but it was taken from bias sources, their personal account/confirmation bias etc etc. We’re all guilty of it until we experience another side but until then, some people feel like everyone is entitled to their opinion and screw you if you dare hold a different one!

We’ve all used social media long enough to have said some really dumb stuff. Some of it, jokes that maybe appear offensive in the current political climates, maybe you just wrote a troll comment while you were drunk, some comments you may have even genuinely argued a point that you don’t even support anymore and haven’t thought about for years. Some tweets do not age gracefully, as the saying goes. And, to the Instagram “models” or girls making kissy faces and taking pics of their booty, your grandkids are going to see that eventually! Do your thang gal, get those likes, sponsors and suckers sending money (I really mean it!) but the internet, as they say, doesn’t forget and sometimes people like to remind others of that decades down the track when you are no longer that person.

This blog post is about no one in particular btw, but I was scrolling through social media and came across about 3 different posts where someone was trumpeting their ignorant opinions and blasting feelings in order to try and win complex arguments by appealing to virtues of anyone reading the exchange…and my thumb actually pressed the “add comment” before I caught myself.

                 Nah…you do you, random internet clown.

I CBF being called back to a comment I made weeks ago, off the cuff, out of frustration, or even if it was one I’d put thought into. I don’t care what random people I’ll never meet think or what someone took away from the one liner I barely remembered making by dinner.

You can scroll past things. It doesn’t hurt. You literally think “wow, what an idiot,” or “okay, that person needs an education,” or “I disagree with that status on many levels,” and then move on with your life. Don’t bother writing a reply that’s going to be picked apart by that person’s vulture friends or you’ll be tagged and repeatedly called back to that comment ad nauseam because some people have no lives and will literally keep arguing until you have to block the thread just to get on with your work day.

Beauty is in the eyebrow of the beholder?

A few months ago I scrolled past an advertisement for an eyebrow stamp, an eyebrow shaped ink pad that gave women eyebrows. I wrote something in the comments(–hold onto your hats if you’re a sensitive loser about your dumb face.)

I said that I’ve never had this trouble before, up until recently I never knew eyebrows were a big thing. I’ve literally been stopped by random women in public toilets or the street, stopped in the middle of conversation by a friend(twice) to compliment me on them. I was always bewildered about eyebrows being important.  This product actually looks good for people who think they need it.

Because the product did look interesting(!) I wanted to leave a comment so I could go back to it later to show someone else the product. (Sorry mum,) I know a few people who say their eyebrows are thin and want something to fill them in with, or some people who say they have non-existent brows! Recently (not my mum) someone I know actually had them tattooed to make the area darker! I never paid attention to eyebrows. Mine were always there and just part of my face, but apparently it’s important to some people.

You know how I know this?

Because I got a flood of bullshit replies to my comment, saying I was bragging, I made the comment to make people feel bad, can they get a picture of my eyebrows THEN there were people defending me, and even others writing that it was good I was “confident” about my looks.

Wut.

I commented on a product and how I’d been confused before I saw it. I don’t have the “eyebrow arrogance” I was later accused of. (?!LOL)

I was so amused by the crazy,  and just when I thought it was over, I’d get another notification – more women getting angry about something I’d written two weeks before. I was the Michael Jackson popcorn meme, watching women I’d never meet attack and also defend me over a comment about something IDGAF about. I didn’t even turn off the notifications for this one because it was so funny.

Take it from Joe Rogan; don’t read the comments.

They’re filled with people who are high on something, angry or trolling, looking for an argument, just got dumped, think they’re smarter than you, hate your gender atm, think they have more experience than you, and people like those really dumb ones who will literally call something blue when it’s clearly red, just to mess with your head.

I always for free speech and using your page/profile to say whatever you like but sometimes it’s not worth it. Sometimes it’s best to be a sleeper cell and have your own viewpoint, vote accordingly etc. The world doesn’t need to know your viewpoint on everything all the time, something we forget now. You don’t need to defend your comment either or convince others to come around to your way of thinking because they are not looking for a lesson, and people don’t like to change. Just use your profile to do you, pics of your life or an announcement that you’re releasing a book or getting married or something. It’s not worth doing much else and it’s certainly not worth letting the company’s shareholders gain advertising knowledge or the authorities being able to predict your movements and thoughts based on your profile.

Hashtag:  stuff I wish I realised younger. 😛

 

TLDR:

*Social media is a cesspit, if you aren’t already aware.

*You can scroll past something you disagree with and the world will not end.

*People sometimes post things they dont mean, or while drunk, young and stupid, as jokes etc. You can still be friends with them for other reasons.

*Bitches be maaaad about their eyebrows.

 

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“AND MAY WE ILLUMINATE THE PATH TO MOVE SWIFTLY, COURAGEOUSLY AND PRECISELY TOWARD A NEW WORLD ORDER.”

Agent Cleo Darkrose and Agent Trent Starr are from the northern hemisphere. They could have worked (maybe) from a closer locale to where I was situated, (think Pine Gap etc.) but I felt the mystery surrounding the Groom Lake area was still more interesting and rooted thoroughly in history and the imaginations of millions of people despite the years passed, the movies and video games and other. The area is pop culture gold and always will be; stories about alien activity and odd sightings, whether the government/military or other is responsible. Last year there was even a “Raid on Area 51,” which turned into more of a free-for-all weird get-together. But the point is, it’s still in people’s minds.

In the novels, MDS HQ (which may or may not be ‘Area 51 area,’ you decide) was founded on strange circumstances and was the beginning of something which evolved since.

Welcome to MDS, HQ.

The Majestic Defence Syndicate formed after the Roswell incident. There is no confirmed narrative regarding whether the infamous “alien spacecraft crash” was extra-terrestrial or whether it was an advanced military contraption/weather balloon/hoax used to take control of the area, which later became known as an air force base and testing ground.

MDS HQ is a military-esque base surrounded by miles of desert and heavily-restricted airspace. It still houses top-secret documents and programs but there are many others around the world gaining notoriety for their work (HAARP HQ, Fort Meade, Area 6 etc etc.) Red Cowboys has a line of dialogue that explains the theoretical alien crafts and other aren’t there, that there is only an army of agents being housed and trained, a few research and development areas and underground structures that require top-level security clearance. Our agents don’t mind that everything is need-to-know, it’s the culture they’ve lived with their whole lives.

The Majestic Defence Syndicate borrows from the Roswell, New Mexico mythology that 12 people were appointed to handle the incident and aftermath. The 12 people originally appointed spawned either children/adopted family/handed the position to other descendants who have stepped into the roles for this century and play their own parts to facilitate a New World Order. 

“The concept of “Majestic 12” emerged during a period in the 1980s when ufologists believed there had been a cover-up of the Roswell UFO incident and speculated some secretive upper tier of the United States government was responsible.^[3] Their suppositions appeared to be confirmed in 1984 when ufologist Jaime Shandera received an envelope containing film which, when developed, showed images of eight pages of documents that appeared to be briefing papers describing “Operation Majestic 12”.^[3] The documents purported to reveal a secret committee of 12, supposedly authorized by United States President Harry S. Truman in 1952, and explain how the crash of an alien spacecraft at Roswell in July of 1947 had been concealed, how the recovered alien technology could be exploited, and how the United States should engage with extraterrestrial life in the future.^[3][4] ”   — Wikipedia, 3rd June 2020

The general outlay of MDS HQ is likened to the Pentagon building – still highly classified in the outer levels but it isn’t until travelling deeper that the real party starts. The lower-ranking “combat agents” are housed in the shallow areas as these teams are sent out for patrols and on request by authorities on The Outside. These teams are overseen by Number One, the director of the Combat Dept and a descendant of one of the original 12. “Combat Agents” partake in duties like body guarding dignitaries, fugitive recovery, Deletions of key figures on The Outside and more. They are considered “meatheads” by other departments who are more technology-based, they use brute force, military tactics and low-level tech in their assignments within urban jungles. Other MDS superiors (the other Numbers) operate teams of weapons designers, body acoustics, gene- experimentation/cloning, quantum mechanics and other.

Number One plays host to military and political dignitaries from The Outside (very occasionally) and although highly-respected and similar to royalty, does the most liasing out of all the Numbers/directors within the MDS.

 

What is MDS Call? 

Call is like a prayer/blessing over the gathering agents every time there is an assembly or announcement and there is a designated hall that conducts the oath multiple times a day. Call can also be performed anywhere. To some people it is boring/unnecessary, to others it’ reiteration of MDS and the mission statement. To others it’s simply tradition like a prayer before a parliament/congress meeting.  In the UK the House of Commons and House of Lords recite a prayer before meeting.

“Lord, the God of righteousness and truth, grant to our Queen and her government, to Members of Parliament and all in positions of responsibility, the guidance of your Spirit. May they never lead the nation wrongly through love of power, desire to please, or unworthy ideals but laying aside all private interests and prejudices keep in mind their responsibility to seek to improve the condition of all mankind; so may your kingdom come and your name be hallowed. Amen.”  – UK parliament.

Call is like a mission statement and is also like dedications certain countries have in respect to elders/indigeonous people who populated the areas historically. This is sometimes called “Acknowledgement of Country” and looks like this in Western Australia: 

“I would like to acknowledge the traditional owners & custodians of the land, the Wadjuk people of the Nyoongar Nation, on which we meet today. I would also like to pay my respects to their Elders both past and present.”  – found here.

 

MDS Mythology contains history dating back to the Bavarian Illuminati and other clandestine organisations, pre”woke” era. 😉 where these terms are made into jokes. More on this later. Other intricacies will be featured on this blog in the future for those who want to know the Darkrose Novels and their backstory! 🙂

 

 

TLDR:

*The Majestic Defence Syndicate formed after the Roswell incident.

*MDS CALL is like a motto/prayer/traditional reciting of a code that all agents must attend whenever they are home.

*The title of this post literally said “Darkrose Mythology,” you should have been prepared for a history lesson!

 

 

 

 

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A lot of people have been getting into arts and crafts because they’re staying home: Corona BS. I got into the most recent project for other reasons, but it still passed the time and added some focus.

I like art. I like to paint and sculpt. I like contrasts and gradients and shading and different types of effects made by brushes. I like compostion, I like meaning and attempting to understand what the artist was trying to express. I like symbology, I like sizable pieces, I like many types of styles.

Last month I realised I hate craft.

Fuck craft. It’s stupid. It’s finicky, time consuming and too expensive.

Why the hell did I choose to do it? Because I wanted to try something different and needed to take my mind of other things. Do I regret it? I don’t think so, but I’m still unsure.

I decided to make some cats out of wool. I knew I could do it, I’m good at stuff, all of the art stuffs, so I knew the end result would be at least be acceptable. I originally wanted to make one for my mum for Mother’s Day since her other gift wouldn’t get there in time. It took me a couple of days off and on and it cost money, frustrated tears and blood. Yes, literal blood because you have to use a needle and on top of it being a sharp needle, it has freakn spikes on it so when it accidentally gets stabbed into your flesh it SUCKS. It also taught me to be more mindful and stick to one task because any time my thoughts wandered, I’d miss and hurt myself.

The first two “cats” I made were for my mum, and mums DGAF about how shit your art is. They like it because you made it. She said she liked them.

The first one looked like an angry kangaroo and the second looked like a weird Simba. Simba was my saving grace because it also kind of looked cat-like.

Then everything went downhill. I don’t know what happened exactly but now every single one starts as a vague cat but becomes a…thing. I’ve made an accidental gargoyle for my friend, I have made an angry “DAT” (dog/cat, I think it’s a dog but it might be an overly-muscular cat?) and others. I have a deranged cat army now. But looking at them all together, it’s pretty awesome. If someone else had made them, I’d have thought they were cool. They all have character, they’re all individual, all unique and handmade and I’d pay money for them. Each one takes about 5 hours depending on how much I’m raging when I stab the wool and sculpt shapes, and every single one has drawn at least SOME blood. #hardcore #rockon

So, they are worth something somehow because they took time, they’re unique and someone dedicated a chunk of their life to make them.

It’s like writing novels and generally how my art goes. I have an idea and it changes over time. If there’s a twist or something doesn’t go the way I planned, I modify it and usually keep within the general outline/goal of what I originally planned, with two exceptions. If I’m dedicated to getting a specific result, then I restart or work at it until I get what I originally wanted. The other exception is if the new idea is too good to go back. EG: When I made the accidental gargoyle. Its face was not going to be brought back from the brink and suddenly become a cute kitty so I shrugged, added wings and started changing other features and adding more colour to make it an even better gargoyle creature instead.

I see a lot of “what ifs?” from writers/performers and artists just starting out or trying something new. Sometimes there will be a project you probably should just scrap- it might not be the time, maybe you’re not the person who should be writing it yet, but often the project is just needing some tweaking or a new direction to become something even better. Don’t be afraid to see where your art or story takes you. It’s not a waste of time even if you don’t end up using it, because you’re practicing skills. Sometimes projects get left aside until the right time. That could mean that you become more experienced or qualified to write the idea better or that the market/social opinion has created a niche for your subject etc.

In martial arts (and I suspect a lot of other things like it) it apparently takes 500-1000 repetitions of certain movements to develop muscle memory and execute without much thought. Writing is the same. The more you do it, the faster you become at constructing effective sentences as well as editing yourself before you send it to a professional or submit it somewhere. Nothing you write is a waste of time.

Always create. Sometimes you will get to a place that’s just as good as your original idea, or even better…and if you don’t get what you originally wanted…at least you’ll have an army of ugly cats?

TLDR:

*Don’t be afraid to make a mistake when you’re creating.
*Sometimes mistakes are better than your original idea.
*Everthing is experience and practise.
*I made ugly cats. Want me to gift you one? Wanna buy one? HMU 😀 

 

 

 

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