tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31940068484815826122024-03-13T11:45:40.633-07:00Airships Attack!A small window into the mind of an over-imaginative introvert.Abysynthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913736125162177651noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194006848481582612.post-28447907023070936782012-01-17T15:44:00.000-08:002012-01-17T15:44:04.388-08:00Surrealism - n. 1: The youthful expression of dreamlike spontaneity which daily life conspires to repress. 2: A state of mind embracing unconscious, poetic juxtaposition which is eroded by responsibility. 3:You pursue the terrible beauties of fear and hope, your friends cannot help you...<br />
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There is a nineties puzzle computer game called Myst. The moment I started it I fell into this strange and beautiful world of floating mountains, haunting cathedrals, and foggy jungles...<br />
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Myst was probably one of the biggest influences on who I am today. It developed into a pretty good series, actually; and it's available as an iPod app if you fancy that sort of thing.<br />
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Anyways; I have an obsessive fascination for just about anything I don't understand; and as the point of surrealism is to never be understood in a realistic sense, I am drawn to it like a magnet. Because of this attraction to the odd, my friends now seem to have a fear of my iPod. Ever since they went through my pictures, they look away every time I unlock the screen (though this may also be due in part to my sadistic nature). Here are a few examples of the ones that aren't sadistic...<br />
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Most of these pictures are classified as Neo-Surrealism; Surrealism made with Photoshop or drawn to look realistic. I like this kind because I feel like I'm actually watching the universe fall apart (which is a secret desire of mine.)<br />
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I sincerely apologize for the lack of organization of this... document. I go brain dead every time I sit down to write. (I need to stop using that homemade absinth in my drinks.)<br />
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I think I'd be much better at, and much more qualified to talk about events in my life than to write about these topics.<br />
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Cordially yours,<br />
Drew<br />
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So next up shall be a story...<br />
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Also, a poll. Can you guess my age? (Neither Pandamonium nor Saruh is allowed to guess...)Abysynthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913736125162177651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194006848481582612.post-72140995186198385282011-12-26T12:02:00.000-08:002011-12-26T12:02:00.714-08:00Long Overdue...I am so sorry that I've been away so long. I don't really have any excuses...<br />
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Well, I guess I could mention that I took a trip to the moon to harvest cheese, been busy Wendigo hunting,<br />
or give you some absurd story about studying for finals; but let's face it, the reason I've been neglecting you all is because I'm lazy. Besides, we all know that <u>studying</u> is for <u>stupid</u> people who actually <b>need</b> to academically apply themselves. *chortle, chortle, <span style="font-size: xx-small;">chokes on bubble pipe</span>...*<br />
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It seems that while I was gone I sprouted yet another follower! Hoorah! It is a pleasure to have you reading my cyber-scribblings Saruh. Perhaps in the future I might throw my two pence into your and J's philosophical debates.<br />
I promise; soon I will post some actual content.<br />
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And now a short poll...<br />
What topic sounds best? <br />
1. Women (my views on relationships, my problems involving such, etc...)<br />
2. Steampunk (what it is, maybe some links...)<br />
3. Surrealism (ditto)Abysynthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913736125162177651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194006848481582612.post-2290248182131071832011-11-15T15:30:00.000-08:002011-11-15T15:30:25.386-08:00Just a song...A song about those scratchy native-american blankets that smell like comfort and sawdust...<br />
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<object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F27631589"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F27631589" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry/the-magic-of-scratchy-blankets">The Magic of Scratchy Blankets</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry">Drew Terry</a></span>Abysynthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913736125162177651noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194006848481582612.post-12526266673862477112011-11-01T16:12:00.000-07:002011-11-01T16:12:53.863-07:00Oh Goody!Know that a good amount of time has elapsed from writing the title and writing the post due to my brother starting up "Soul Calibur II"...<br />
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First of all, it seems I've sprouted a follower. Hooray! I assume you found me (please correct me if I'm wrong) through my good friend Pandaemonium. Well, I'm ecstatic!<br />
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I love the fall; the changing of the leaves, the briskness in the wind, and ,of course, the drop in temperature and the chance to start using the fireplace again.<br />
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Yesterday was Halloween. To celebrate, Steve (my invisible friend) and I went Wendigo hunting!<br />
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For those of you who don't know what a Wendigo is; it's that thing that attacked me in the parking lot after school that one day. (see <a href="http://airshipsattack.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-am-professional-crastinator.html">I am a Professional Crastinator)</a><br />
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Apparently the Wendigo is a part of Native American lore described as a malevolent cannibalistic spirit which humans can transform into or be possessed by. I'm not sure that this thing that attacked me was actually a Wendigo, as I'm getting all of my information from Wikipedia. Also, Google image search doesn't quite match what I saw (<a href="http://www.google.com/search?q=Wendigo&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=yGO&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&prmd=imvns&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ei=_XiwTob5G4TkqgGDvbSuBQ&ved=0CFMQsAQ&biw=1440&bih=758&sei=%20_3iwTrvNLsG-qgH3wq2vBQ">Those Wendigos</a> are MUCH creepier than what I saw.)<br />
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For the time being, I'm going to refer to these strange beasts that attacked me as Wendigos.<br />
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The hunting trip was a complete failure. Steve and I didn't run across anything except a pair of shifty looking stoners; whick is a shame because I had a really cool gun. I developed a blaster that fires waves of sub-bass into the targets at such an amplitude that it liquifies some organs. (it's still in developement, so it cant effect anything at a molecular level yet...)<br />
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I briefly considered testing the blaster on the tripping chaps but quickly decided not to ruin their Halloween.<br />
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On a side note, I'm working on a new song!<br />
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<object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F26030626"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F26030626" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry/inevitable">Inevitable</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry">Drew Terry</a></span>Abysynthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913736125162177651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194006848481582612.post-67046170564849573302011-10-13T18:10:00.000-07:002011-10-13T18:10:54.852-07:00And a Maestro as well!I am fascinated by a great many things; philosophy, religion, the natural world, art, people, minds, math, and other things. Above all of these, though, is music! <br />
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The science of sound entrances me much like a piece of string entrances a cat. I will continue to play with it until it is taken away unless food (or a lovely lady cat *wink*) is brought into the room. Someday I aspire to become an audio technician or DJ. If I ever get a job that allows me to work with sound, I will be a happy man.<br />
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Presently, I compose electronic works on my home computer using Fruity Loops Studio. I dabble in many sub-genres of electronic music, but tend to favor dance music and chillout.<br />
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Here are a few of my experiments...<br />
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<object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F23563738"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F23563738" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry/macabre-beat-project-one">Macabre Beat Project One</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry">Drew Terry</a></span> <br />
<object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F23027832"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F23027832" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span><a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry/back-into-balance">Back into Balance...</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/drew-terry">Drew Terry</a></span>Abysynthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913736125162177651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194006848481582612.post-79786467083363568022011-10-06T14:09:00.000-07:002011-10-06T14:09:24.416-07:00I am a Professional-crastinatorMy mornings begin at five o'clock most weekdays. Why? Because I'm cool like that. <br />
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Even though I rise at such an ungodly hour, I am unfailingly late to band practice on a daily basis.<br />
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This morning I woke up at five ten, made coffee, took a shower, got dressed and spiffed up, then headed out to my car. I've never had a full tank of gas. The meter usually hovers slightly above the 'E'. My car stalled in the parking lot this morning, but I managed to roll it into my usual spot. Thus, I achieved a truly epic feat of procrastination.<br />
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The rest of the day was quite dull and uneventful.<br />
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This, my friends, is why I daydream. When the most exciting point of your day is running out of gas, you truly 'need' imagination to keep you sane...<br />
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On a side note, I created you this picture in Desktop Publishing class 6th hour.<br />
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Instinctively, I threw a nearby student at it as a distraction; which sated its appetite quite effectively.<br />
While it was distracted, I retrieved the Molecular Displacement Beam (a modified Super-Soaker) from the trunk of my car and displaced the molecules of what I assume was its head with the surrounding air particles.<br />
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The slayed beast bled black and had a familiar smell. It didn't take me long to recognize the pungent odor.<br />
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I filled my decaying Toyota with the highly flammable blood of the queer monster and started my journey home.Abysynthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08913736125162177651noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3194006848481582612.post-79416209840046467532011-10-05T18:52:00.000-07:002011-10-05T18:52:34.027-07:00What's this?! A blog?!<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I haven't the slightest idea of what I am attempting or how to go about it...</span>.<br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Good day my fellow daydreamers.</span><br style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;" /><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">My name is Drew Terry.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> You are free to imagine me as a dashing Victorian gentleman with a striking, well sculpted face. I can assure you that this is not exactly what I look like, but you are definitely free to imagine me as such.<br />
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While there is a great deal of information I could tell you about myself, but I do not want to type all of it right now.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">By using the context I've provided thus far, one can safely assume;</span><br />
<ol><li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> I am a man</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am a man of sophistication and eloquence</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am an utterly lazy bastard</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I daydream</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I am familiar with a sub-genre of science-fiction called 'steam-punk'.</span></li>
</ol><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">I have a deep admiration for the weird and the wonderful; the beautiful and the bizarre...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Surrealism, fractal art, steam-punk stories, ghost hunts, decrepit ruins, old world alchemy and the like all fascinate me. <br />
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So tell me, what do I post about first?</span><br />
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