Like a giant Failjitas

Its fucking not morphing time. Or its that the morphing thingy is over.

I need to explain myself a little.

You see, since my childhood, I got those moment where I'm all " I'm gonna rule the world". In these peculiar times, I either convince myself to be more helpful, or to forget about gratitude for me, or be more in shape, or simply be better man. Whatever.

Its like the whole thing is, not only possible, but also close to me. Like I can FEEL it. I'm gonna be like this or that, maybe not in no time, but I'll be!
But let me tell you, its not like that. In fact, it seems that the harder I try, the less result I got. And so the spiral goes down. Its not only that I don't get the result I wanted. its not about the hard work behind my original intentions. It completely randomize the universe. The simple life equation, like we are told, is : The harder is the effort, the better is the result. Something like "1% talent, 49% will, 50% effort" should be something on what we could rely on. Something we can construct on. Human potential should be the way of life, do what you can, and you cannot do it wrong. But guess what.



I failed it.

My very history, is one of contradiction and irony. The level of random is so high the NASA could not measure it from mars. Like a fajitas you stuff too much: You see its impressive, but you can't really understand the immensity of it, until your put it in your mouth, and realize that you wont be able to finish that bite. And so, even if I'm award of what I can do and what's not even an option, I still try. Cause it may work out. Cause if I put 99% effort more than usual, it'll come out right. But instead, its chaos. Its goes everywhere, and I' much obligated to follow and/or eventually bear the consequences. There's a graphic about the randomness in my life. Look at it, there's some colors!



Like those days at job. Shits happens.


And so then, I get not only no positivity, but I even look like a retarded junk that can't do his job. Maybe I'll should stay behind a desk, and just never leave my chair again. I wish I could survive with this blog. But I'm not that Awesome. Not yet. And that tiny voice in my head (God I hate it) keep telling me that I'll never be. I would be the incarnated being of a thunder god, giant mustached frog, it would not matter. I'm doomed to b the red mage, never a specialist. Like the fajitas is stuck in my mouth, and my throat is playing hide and seek.

EDIT: Ok. so I got some problems with a set of images. I'll need to drawn them again, but separately, it seems. Well, the job-related sketches will be back soon.

EDIT: Well, I don't remember what the picture were supposed to be, so ... forget it. sorry.

Ok, I need you! Be readeay, it fucking Mophing time! *insert epic song here*

I decided (wow), finally (you mean, again), to take myself back. Yes I know, it does not make so mush sens right now. But I started to work out. I mean, by tacking myself back, its against all those bad habits I have. So, it took me over a MONTH to mentally prepare, now I'm really into it. But for how long?

So there you come: I need you to help with my exercise plans. Should I focus on Muscles, or on cardio? Should I level up my alimentation, or completely reject all king of grossy food? Should I work Abs more, instead of my butt? Will I walk for an hour, or jog for 20 minutes a day? You decide. Yes, YOU!

For sure, there is some things I will not be able to do, and some others, that I'll just clear out of my mind. I still got that two job schedule, and my larp stuff and , well, video games too ( and books, and tv show to watch, and comic books to read etc... God, I should stop working, and live from my blog, like Her. Make me FAMOUS!) And for that reasons, I will not be keeping a regular report on my progress, or a "how was my training" vlog. I'll do my very best, as long you encourage me. ... I'll do it anyway, but knowing that you guys ask me to do this stuff that I'll be doing, it'll make it very harder for me to skip it. I would feel way too much culpability to handle it.

So, respond me. Help me a little. And it will really make a change in my life.

Let your suggestions/encouragements in the comment section please :B

UPDATE: Bfriend respond to this. And he just can't make a answer that won't put our personal life up. And that would not make me REALLY uncomfortable to publish. It started well, but, as usual, he failed it.

HARDEST TASK, EVAR!!! OH!, and zombies. And undies.

I'm doing my laundry. In fact, I more like just putting it in my drawers, cause I've done most of the job three days ago. I have SO many cloths... In fact not. I'm just wearing clean stuff that I take directly from a pile on the floor. and put it at the end of the day in another forming pile. Until I don't have anything to wear at all. and since I'm working, and so i must go outside, I STILL need to wash my wearings sometimes... But despise the fact that after 2 days of procrastinations I finally decide to clean the floor (and the chair, and the top of the desk), I manage to get it wrong and do something else at the same time. Like blogging. Its not even a post. Its just a ... I'm not exactly sure what I was going to compare that to but... whatever.

Its been fifteens minutes since I start, and I'd only go trough three undies... that's not productivity. I should work on my LARP too. Like doing enough stuff that I won't need to literally puke ideas from my head 2 days before the due date, so we won't have to run like crazy chickens with AIDS with our arms up in the air while yelling "OMG!OMG!OMG! WHATDOWEDO!OMG!OMG!INEEDAREDBULL!OMG!!ISTHATANELF?". But we would never do that. No. That would be inappropriate, and would not be a lot productive too. In fact, that would be completely inaccurate in any sens of the term "productivity"... 

4 undies, YAY!

I realize now how confusing it sounds to you that I'm packing my privates while blogging about it. Well. Too late. And Its not like you weren't appropriately warned. DON'T YOU JUST HATE IT WHEN YOU SNEEZE SUDDENLY WHILE INFORMING PEOPLE ABOUT OF WELL THEY WERE AWARE OF THERE SITUATION? Me, yes.

I'm in the middle of "The zombie survival guide" reading, and it does not help me at all. All paranoiac that I am, and WAY TO MUCH afraid of the zombies, Its really not a good thing for me. I mean, last night, I let my lamp on, just in case. Even if the manual says the contrary. I take that risk. Living in a basement, If I'm going to die, I'd rather be AWARE of it. I think being wake up be zombies feeding on your limbs is really not ideal. It stressful. And stress is not good for concentration when your planning to escape zombies. neither having zombies already on your limbs is. I think I'll go over Bfriend home tonight. Not that I'm to afraid of being alone, or that he'll protect me (hell no. I should not count on that. Nope. definitely. Not at all. No.). Its all part of a plan. If zombies ever breach into his house, 1: He got a dog that'll probably bark at the zombies. If not, 2: his room is on the second floor. Zombies can't use stairs without a lot of effort, noise, luck and pressure from other zombies (I must precise that they still don't climb the stairs, they just walking one on another. Its more like, they're are climbing, AS MASS) , all together. And if THEN, this security measure should still fail, They will eat him first. His way more louder than me. Sorry Bfriend, I not that I don't wanna save you, its just that I'm not sure that with a hole in your stomach, cause by ghouls heads, even if I manage to save you, you'll be alive. Humanity > logistic. Logistic > stupidity. Sorry. But that does not means that If an outbreak occurs, you should not save me! If I don't have the head of a moaning feeding corpse in my belly, or haven't been bite, help me! You won't go away like that, you jerk! Bet you were thinking " I'm just gonna save my ass, pretexting that its revenge against total logical reasoning" He, guess what, IT WONT HAPPEN LIKE THAT! I'll return as a walking dead and RAPE YOUR SKULL! ... after eating the brain.

6 undies! wahoo!

 Well. I've completely forgot was I was saving for my conclusion. Well. Too bad. I'll do without. I'll join some drawing in near future.

Oignions and other craps. COMMENT ON THIS, OR I'LL BE VERY CREEPY ON MYSELF!

First: Our fabulous french language national office or whatever, decided to change some words for, what they call "the best". Some change are interesting. Some make me really upset for nothing. Like " oignon " becoming "ognion" . WHY DID I SPENT ALL MY LIFE TO CORRECT MYSELF (and others) AND NOW ITS NOT RIGHT ANYMORE? WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?

I'm kind of late on that subject. I started that post long ago and, just think that, if I wasn't able to give you people something to read soon, I'll be dead meat. I mean, is I have a chance, as small it is to be famous, I must at least write something sometimes.  So there you go. And Its all.

No seriously, that is all. I mean, who would read me anyway? Some freaks, or the only 2 regular readers I know? No ones ever leave a comment. Except those that already done it. I should have said "most of those who read me" but I didn't. It express way better how the absence of your appreciation makes me feel. Like NO ONE EVER READ ME! Or wrost, I feel more like you are : "Well, that junk is no worth my superior opinion on any matter. I may be an average fictional person, but I still got will to restrain myself from commenting. " SO COMMENT! Make links! GO NAKED SOMEWHERE AND DO SOMETHING THAT ... wait. No. It may not help me to command you such thing. Forget it. But if you still want to go naked somewhere to publicize me, its your choice. But I do not encourage you to. neither I refrain you to do so.

It's almost 1:00 in the morning. I'm really tired. It normally a normal hour for me to be up, But I didn't get much of a good sleep theses days. And maybe that another reason to either stop blogging, or just go and sleep. Not read about zombies. It would be completly stupid, and unaware of myself. But I'll do it anyway. I'm like that. And I hat it.

Is going nowhere. I made my decision, I turn off the computer. I'm just saying that my futures articles will contains more funny sketches and/or photos.  I hope so.

UPDATE:      I made you a little something:

 It will eat you in your sleep if you dare stop reading me. That's it. It a trap. Anyone who reads this is now and for the rest of his life forced to read AND enjoy AND comment my blog. Still., I'm polite, so I thank you all  for the very kind and prosperous messages you'll send me.

That's not even an update but I'll try my best to entertain you, PALS.

  I've been thinking, again and again, of many funny things, and even funnier way to express them. But as long my brain won't be fix, memory is NOT one of my principal aspect. I mean, If I were a diamond, which could be a really nice title for a song, i would not be perfect. I'm realistic, nobody's perfect. But you would not see some dirt in me, neither those black spot of what I think is stillnottrasformed carbon. Like a cheap toy with bad painting, but that isn't that bad. No spot, no dirt, not really a painting mess. You got it? What was I bringing with that ...Oh, yeah, I can't remember important thing very well, and, since I find that blogging thingy thing reaally dear to me (I love knowing that some stranger are spying my life and though), I lost the count of how many subject I have found already, and thus, forget all of them, leaving me with a small big impression of missing something HUGE. Cause my ideas were awesome, for that I'm sure.

 Oh! And I googled myself few minutes ago, just to confirmed that I'm not findable under, at least, 8 billion of millions of pages, but guess what? :

Yeehoo!

And that not all! That was without safesearch filter on. SO, for I reason I don't even remember (oh I know now: I try shearching some friend, but could only come up with porn artist, even with a name like "Normand", "Bruno", "Valen" or even "Gia Hoi". WTF?), And I found THIS:

AWESOMENESS!

I did not put the names of my fellows, cause I didn't ask them for the pic. ... And so I'll surely never mention it. Please refer to the first paragraph if you can't understand why.

Anyway. I got so overwhelmed with this that I forgot how I wanted to end that post. Well,, too bad. Its late, and some candies over from Halloween are waiting in pain for me.