Jon Furniss

Or maybe not, we’ll see.

First, some brand new Thoughts from Dead Stick Figures:

The Text:
Panel 1:
USED CARS
“I want a car that can fly!”
“This car can fly.”
Panel 2:
CLIFF
“I’m flying!”
Panel Three:
Bottom of CLIFF
“It couldn’t fly…”

The Text:

“Reincarnation:
A bitch to be reckoned with
Suicide is bad.”

The Text:

Panel 1:
“Gnarly! Hard core windsurfing!”
Panel 2:
IMPALED!
“In Soviet Tornado, wind surfs you…”

I just couldn’t resist the Soviet Russia joke you know? Because, well, I’m a sucker for that sort of thing…

I’ve also been haiku crazy (the official name of this is Haiku Syndrom) the last few days, with the most exciting part of this being that I learned “Mexican Baby” is five syllables long, and well, awesome.

So here’s one that I wrote this morning:

beauty is precious
trees and flowers don’t wonder
humming birds hover

So, why haven’t I been updating for real lately?

Mainly because I’m lazy. Secondarily because I’ve been doing a lot of reading. I’m rereading the Dune series. I am currently on book four out of five. This is my first time reading the sequals to Dune since about seventh or eighth grade, and I now understand how the whole thing went completely over my head. These books really are a work of genius, and the plots and idea behind the whole thing are masterful. Frank Herbert was the man.

So today was the first day back to work after my vacation. It wasn’t too bad. We were a bit busy because of the pseudo-holidy of President’s Day, but I survived. Yeah, now I’m basically aiming for cruise control towards the summer. I will go into robot mode at work and school and just deal with it. My goal is to make this be the first semester that I don’t seriously consider dropping out, and I think that I can do it! And then there’s my social life, which I intend to work on, and you know, have it be cool and fun and social. And such.

As for Lego building. I cleaned up my room on Saturday and no longer have a “massacre of Legos” on my floor, so I’m not as tempted to build awesome creations. But you know, I don’t want to completely abandon Legos, like I pretty much did the past three or four years of my life. So if anybody has any suggestion of things I should build, I am down for that.

And that’s all I’ve got today.

Yeah, I went there. It’s a lot shorter than I had hoped, I really hadn’t realized how much effort/work it took to make Legos into letters and words and such.

Dig it:

The text: “I would show you everything I feel if I wasn’t absolutely sure that you would promptly run away.”

Close ups:

The rose you saw yesterday, the heart is new though, go hearts.

And another:

And the description I put of it on Flickr:
how emo of me! the heart is breakable, hooray!
and an unintended note, the top half of the heart looks like an overweight seagull trying to escape!

Damn red overweight seagulls, always trying to run off with my heart.

So as of today I am 20 years old.

It doesn’t feel as weird today as it did yesterday right before I was 20 years old.

One more year until the second digit in my age is half of the the first digit. Let me tell you, I am excited about that.

Today, I am not interesting, I should be, since it’s my birthday, but I’m not.

I have the entire week from work, it’s like a vacation, because it is.

Other exciting news in my life is that I get my HD Tivo set up tomorrow, so I can DVR more TV than I can ever watch in High Definition Tivoey glory.

Here’s the first bit of poetry I’ve written in a while, which I wrote in math class while recovering from frostbite:

coldest. birthday. ever.

It feels approximately infinity below,
I’m surprised I didn’t freeze the moment my nose passed the doorstep.
I would’ve been a statue, moments before surprise,
eyes about to widen, mouth about to gape,
a perfect picture of the calm before the storm.
And then come spring, whether or not I start to melt,
I think I need a kiss to thaw me.

Bite frost like it’s always wanted to be bitten,
it’s like fighting fire with fire… but cold.
And maybe I should have worn a hat,
but I’d much rather your arms around my neck
than a scarf anyday.
But until then I’m still frozen,
and not getting any warmer.

Yeah, sorry for being fairly lame on my birthday.