Florida Lotus

“According to the American Psychological Association, the most effective stress-relief strategies are exercising or playing sports, praying or attending a religious service, reading, listening to music, spending time with friends or family, getting a massage, going outside for a walk, meditating or doing yoga, and spending time with a creative hobby. (The least effective strategies are gambling, shopping, smoking, drinking, eating, playing video games, surfing the Internet, and watching TV or movies for more than two hours.)”

So that’s why I’m bad at achieving bedtime.

Evil Google Books link

stevepavlina.com/blog/2011… Put the time in to be better than the 99%. You have to make some money, but it’s not the end-all be-all. That means making art that people like, and being able to market and sell it.

Being on the inside is better than being on the outside. Learn to deal with criticism. Publish or perish – don’t try to revive dead projects, just move on and keep creating! Value your customers and your fans, but value your customers especially – they are your financial base.

You have to find your balance for each of the aspects of being an artist – finance, networking, fans, customers, and the actual action of art, but if you can make the art and good financial decisions, being a financially successful artist IS possible.

Money has no inherent value: the entire reason currency exists is to be spent for goods or services with actual value. I think this is most apparent in Bitcoin or other digital currencies, because they don’t have rigid values assigned to them. Or you can live through inflation 😬

There’s a balance between learning to make blogging a habit and blogging just for the sake of catching all life. But my thoughts are all so spontaneous, and if I don’t capture them here, where do they go?

Where do ideas come from?

Why do children always pull off the skin of nuggets? I remember doing the exact same thing.

Time to get in a fistfight with previous self XD

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I understand where I was coming from (or at least I should), but I can’t believe I thought we should have a weak central government while appreciating socialism. sigh

Let our way be lit by lightning,

That we may face our shadows.

Let’s run like the wild dogs of yesterday

And fight the aging hours.

Planted sweet potatoes and a sprouting green onion in the compost pile. The rain’s coming down pretty heavy on it, which is good. Machete work is fun, but tiring. I guess that dance move is actually pretty accurate.

Bread and circuses.

“Sir Arthur…”

" I’ll take the yellow ones and the erm… ermine, yes…" “Ahem Sir ARTHUR…” “And remember to tell them to arrange the tables–” “–SIR ARTHUR! If you don’t step into this armor in the next FIVE SECONDS you will be donning this armor BY YOURSELF.”

“…Okay”

I love commercials that tell me how much money I could save, they remind me how much I could save if I didn’t buy the product. But even better are commercials where death is just a side effect. I wonder what the actual effects are… XD

Oldies are great, but there’s nothing like finding new music that you love. It activates an entire other part of your ethermind to discover something new and amazing that’s not complete garbage.

Like I had to tell you that.

My saucy alfredo romance; starts out great, but at the end you spend a lot of time in the bathroom. Is it the garlic…?

Vampire hunting equipment:

• Silver dagger

• Holy Water/Garlic

• Star-spangled flag (or a cross, whichever is easier to find)

Fear me! I am the counter counter revolution! I am a straight white male without tattoos who has a job and believes in God, and occasionally enjoys a good book about fighting Communism. Fear me, the person who cannot be frightened by your labels and waves a spangled flag!

Growing up is becoming able to buy ice cream with your own money, but you don’t want it anymore because it’ll rot your teeth.

“Walk through the darkness to the other side of heaven.” - My evening walk towards food.

And I found a cute little turtle climbing towards a lamp light and put it back in the dark grass by the river. The turtle was the size of ping pong ball! Where do you find that? :)

I cry today so I can forget tomorrow.

Having the courage to live life is an art form. To drive your own life and not let fear take the wheel, to do what you love no matter the odds, is a lost art.

Reading theoretical game design threads on Reddit instead of actually designing games as “research and development” is a vicious cycle. Is it weird to be afraid of intentionally creating things? My best work always seems to be spontaneous.

Weirdly enough, I’m the only person in my family who didn’t have the death angel a’knockin. Knock on wood.

Revisited my text adventure game Nix. It was fun! However, a little frustrating to get the right word combo. Always remember to unlock your doors and light your lamps. Also, try moving the boiler to get the hidden ending!

My room is a cage.

My body is a cage.

My mind is a cage.

This computer is a cage.

Society’s a cage

The rules are cages.

We’re fish in the sea, and the sea is our cage. That you can’t see, can’t feel, can’t touch. A cage of “should” and “should not” you can’t understand, because it is the reality you agree to.

Be the fish that crawls onto land, free to make their own cages and realities and mindsets.

How can you understand freedom if there are no cages?

He tries to expell his poison–

But like the cloth he wears,

It is trapped within.

Forever silent,

Trapped inside him,

Until the overlord says;

“Unleash it!”

“This is your enemy

Worthy of your enmity!

They are the reason

You must wear the civil treason!”

A slave to the times,

We follow like lost dogs.

If you run to where it is,

You’ll never catch it.

Savor the moment,

Others have forgotten,

In favor of the Times.

Time, that vicious circle.

That makes memory fade away,

And tradition become ruin.

Guard against its rust and decay,

we must keep our strength and faith!

Or have you forgotten

The Hammer and Sickle,

That reaped so many lives

With a zeitgeist so fickle.

Or perhaps the Yellow brick Road,

Which shone like Stars

For the eyes of one man

And his people compliant?

Time is a hypocrite:

In pointing at our future,

We repeat the past.