It has always intrigued me that people seem
genuinely interested in the way my mind works.They have often questioned
why it works the way it does. The honest answer is I'm frakked if I
know! :)
Nonetheless, people show a great deal of interest in the
random manifestations of my mind and the way I see the world. I am
always jotting down the various thoughts that cross my mind, and luckily
for you, I am generous enough to share my brain dripping with you! I
hope that these Brain Drippings will either make you laugh, make you
question yourself and the world around you, and/or entice you to write
so you can find out firsthand just who the frak *IS* this guy
who keeps posting this Strangeness?!?!
Or, you could just email my link to someone you think could use a little Strangeness in their life.
3 Things to Consider: by Confusedus
1) Instead of wondering if people will think you're crazy, wonder instead if crazy will think you are people.
2) If people ask you why you are acting like a mental patient, ask them
why they don't ask the mental patient why s/he is acting like you; for
you should feel offended that they automatically assume you were the
copycat.
3) In a crazy world, all the ones called weird and crazy
are the ones who belong here. So to all those sane, rational,
clear-thinking individuals out there, GET THE FUCK OFF MY PLANET!
Everyone else, welcome, and enjoy!
~Contrary to their names, serial killers actually like cereal and have never intended to harm it in any way.
~Keep breathing; you might live longer that way. Death greatly reduces
your chances of living a long productive life—try to avoid it whenever
possible.
~The human brain has several gears it must shift
through to create coherent and productive thoughts. Unfortunately, most
people's transmission is shot.
~Some of the best discoveries in the world are the result of idiocy.
Benjamin Franklin discovered electricity. He decided it'd be a good
idea to go out into a thunderstorm, with a kite, with a piece of metal
connected to it.
~Confusedus says:
_The deeper your thoughts, the greater the chances of someone drowning in them. Always provide a flotation device.
~Whenever I feel overwhelmed by a problem, I just remind myself that
today is nothing more than tomorrow's yesterday, and everything is
suddenly better.
~There is no problem in this world that I cannot fix with my horde of flying monkeys!
~I Love my enemies because their confusion amuses me.
MORE TO COME!!!
I am The Kyle and I approved this message!
Saturday, February 27, 2016
BLOG #14: A Dream Realized
Oh, Fraptious Day!
Initializing frantic Futterwacken sequence; stay clear of flailing limbs!
When I was a wee bitty basket case, my school counselor had me fill out one of those banal little questionnaires that they insist is important. You know the one I mean: The one where they ask you what kinds of things you like, what you want to do with your life, what the voices in your head tell you, why do you set fires, that kind of thing. Anyway, in that very questionnaire, where it asked me what I want to be when I grow up, I answered the following:
1) I want to be a world-famous martial artist (didn't pan out; extended stints in asylums tend to disrupt any plans for serious training, and my psychiatrists were dead set against anything that would lend to my aggression).
2) I want to be a crash-test dummy (Hey, I had no idea they weren't real! I didn't know anything about special effects, all I knew was these dudes could hit a wall doing 90, pop their heads back on, and go again—that was _sooo_ freakin' cool!).
3) I want to be a writer.
Writing was the only thing I did growing up that anyone ever gave me any really positive feedback for, and since I was good at it, I figured if I couldn't for some reason get to be a crash dummy, I could always write about it.
(And for any smartasses muttering under your breath "How can he possibly remember that from so long ago?", I don't' remember it, but I don't need to—they have a copy of that questionnaire [and other documents like it] in my psyche profile!)
My Strangers, I have such splendid news! After years of aspiration, I have *FINALLY* achieved a dream I have had since I was wee bitty basket case: As of 27th November 2015, I am *FINALLY* a published author! Hell to the Yesness!!!
Last year, my Lifemate encouraged me to submit some of my poetry to an erotic poetry anthology that was coming out. I had never submitted anything at all anywhere. I submitted two poems, and they were *BOTH* accepted! My Lifemate said that it is really rare for an unknown, previously unpublished author to have any work accepted the first time it is submitted; I actually didn't think they would get picked! But the editor really liked what I wrote, and published both of them!
What compounds this whole box of awesome is the Nature of the two poems that were accepted: One is entitled "A Tribute to Aphrodite," and it is the very first erotic poem I have ever written. I wrote it as an *actual tribute* to the Goddess Aphrodite. The second poem is entitled "The Kiss," and it is the first romantic poem I wrote for my Lifemate. To have not one but *both* of these poems—which are imbued with such potent emotional significance—be accepted the very first time I ever submit them anywhere, and be the means by which my lifelong dream is finally made manifest, Gods! There are no words to describe the awesomeness of this event!
The book is called "Coming Together: In Verse," edited by Ashley Lister. I am published under the nome de plume Okami no Koga. All sales proceeds go to Hope For Paws, a super-cool-awsome charity for animals. That's right, I'm not making a dime! Even if erotica isn't your thing, buying a copy will help animals in need, and c'mon—who doesn't like animals?!?!
With that said, back to Futterwacken!
I am The Kyle and I approved this message!
Initializing frantic Futterwacken sequence; stay clear of flailing limbs!
When I was a wee bitty basket case, my school counselor had me fill out one of those banal little questionnaires that they insist is important. You know the one I mean: The one where they ask you what kinds of things you like, what you want to do with your life, what the voices in your head tell you, why do you set fires, that kind of thing. Anyway, in that very questionnaire, where it asked me what I want to be when I grow up, I answered the following:
1) I want to be a world-famous martial artist (didn't pan out; extended stints in asylums tend to disrupt any plans for serious training, and my psychiatrists were dead set against anything that would lend to my aggression).
2) I want to be a crash-test dummy (Hey, I had no idea they weren't real! I didn't know anything about special effects, all I knew was these dudes could hit a wall doing 90, pop their heads back on, and go again—that was _sooo_ freakin' cool!).
3) I want to be a writer.
Writing was the only thing I did growing up that anyone ever gave me any really positive feedback for, and since I was good at it, I figured if I couldn't for some reason get to be a crash dummy, I could always write about it.
(And for any smartasses muttering under your breath "How can he possibly remember that from so long ago?", I don't' remember it, but I don't need to—they have a copy of that questionnaire [and other documents like it] in my psyche profile!)
My Strangers, I have such splendid news! After years of aspiration, I have *FINALLY* achieved a dream I have had since I was wee bitty basket case: As of 27th November 2015, I am *FINALLY* a published author! Hell to the Yesness!!!
Last year, my Lifemate encouraged me to submit some of my poetry to an erotic poetry anthology that was coming out. I had never submitted anything at all anywhere. I submitted two poems, and they were *BOTH* accepted! My Lifemate said that it is really rare for an unknown, previously unpublished author to have any work accepted the first time it is submitted; I actually didn't think they would get picked! But the editor really liked what I wrote, and published both of them!
What compounds this whole box of awesome is the Nature of the two poems that were accepted: One is entitled "A Tribute to Aphrodite," and it is the very first erotic poem I have ever written. I wrote it as an *actual tribute* to the Goddess Aphrodite. The second poem is entitled "The Kiss," and it is the first romantic poem I wrote for my Lifemate. To have not one but *both* of these poems—which are imbued with such potent emotional significance—be accepted the very first time I ever submit them anywhere, and be the means by which my lifelong dream is finally made manifest, Gods! There are no words to describe the awesomeness of this event!
The book is called "Coming Together: In Verse," edited by Ashley Lister. I am published under the nome de plume Okami no Koga. All sales proceeds go to Hope For Paws, a super-cool-awsome charity for animals. That's right, I'm not making a dime! Even if erotica isn't your thing, buying a copy will help animals in need, and c'mon—who doesn't like animals?!?!
With that said, back to Futterwacken!
I am The Kyle and I approved this message!
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