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Posted Dec 23, '08 at 10:34pm

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Hex jokes are for the programmers.


And people who stare at colour palettes too much!
 

Posted Dec 24, '08 at 7:51pm

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I prefer RGB since I can't think in hex without pause, since I keep forgetting which way is up. Of course, then I need to rely on converters in html or just use longer html.

I might just type up the Fog City parts by memory instead of waiting.

The Stranger

The Stranger did not remember ever having used crayons. They were these little wax sticks of color that did not provide much in the way of fine lines. He was awake early before sunrise, staring at the second place entry of the nostalgia theme. Earlier in the day, or perhaps it was yesterday, he heard whisper about him possibly being a Figment. He didn't know exactly what that meant and whether or not that was a Bad Thing. He never slept and was never tired, but he never remembered having slept before either. He never even remembered having a childhood, but he knew this must be a child's drawing. Perhaps, he could talk to the artist and figure things out from there.

 

Posted Dec 25, '08 at 10:39pm

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I planned on two parts today, but I could only get up one.

Fog City
"A Little History Lesson"

Fog City is city on the island of Pacarna known for its bluish five-days-a-week fog, to those who even know it exists. It was founded in the 19th century by a retired fisherman who named the new establishment after himself, Port Perrick. The nickname "Fog City" was popularized in the late-40's and early-50's by the influx of immigrants. Sometime in the 60's the city was officially renamed Fog City and the Fog City welcome sign was put up in the harbor. The sign, commissioned by the Mayor Peter Perrick, the great great grandson of the city's founder, became the butt of many jokes, most obviously because it couldn't be seen in the fog because of the fog and the color of the sign. No successful attempts have been made to remove the sign though.
The Isle of Pacarna is by far the largest island in an archipelago of seven. Most of the people here can't tell you which country we belong to since Pacarna isn't a country unto itself, and frankly, barely anyone cares. The island was retroactively renamed to the language of the neighboring Dekas tribes in the islands not too far from here, even though the Dekas did not know this island existed until 1925, when traders from Port Perrick were looking to expand beyond the other establishments scattered throughout the archipelago. To the north was Nord d'Brouillard, founded in 1906, and to the east was Sans Nebula, founded in 1951, often mistaken for the cafe restaurant Sands of Neblina. I doubt the founder of Nord d'Brouillard actually knew French.
San Francisco's got nothing on us. Literally. Neither does Newfoundland.

 

Posted Dec 26, '08 at 7:17am

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*winces at bad French grammar*

The sign, commissioned by the Mayor Peter Perrick, the great great grandson of the city's founder, became the butt of many jokes, most obviously because it couldn't be seen in the fog because of the fog and the color of the sign. No successful attempts have been made to remove the sign though.


Now that is humour.
 

Posted Dec 26, '08 at 8:40pm

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I'm trying to come up with a clever reply but my brain seems to be stupefied by the fact that I'll have to deal with bureaucracy in a week or two when they get back after the holidays. And circumstance prevents me from doing anything else since it's impossible to pay for a fee that's already been paid for. I wouldn't mind if it was circular.

Three Cowboys

The round had been judged. The Space Cowboy could hitch a ride back to Armor Game City. He could return to the Star Straddler and relax under familiar settings. The artists weren't so bad; they were more cranky than anything else. He still never wanted to return to this place though. He walked toward the main doors but Stallion Man beckoned to him.
"The Bullman is waiting for you outside," Stallion Man said. "Has your... craft, too. Out behind the copse in the back."
"Copse?"
"Don't ask. This is the Imaginarium," Stallion Man said as he left the Space Cowboy.
The Space Cowboy walked around the guild and before him was a copse that was not there when he a few days ago. He walked around it to find the Star Straddler standing on all fours and covered in a layer of snow. A moment later, the Bullman exited the craft.
"We have a problem," the Bullman said as the Space Cowboy approached.
Before the Space Cowboy could answer, a leg of the Star Straddler sunk into the snow beneath it and it fell and crushed him into the snow behind the artist guild of Armor Games.

 

Posted Dec 27, '08 at 12:31am

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But I'm telling you, I run the art contests and it's definitely not snowing in Australia at this point in time! D:

 

Posted Dec 27, '08 at 7:30pm

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Snow was introduced by two lines from my entry in the poetry contest and that snow came from the Amero-Eurocentric demand that there be snow on around Christmas even in Australia. And because everyone mixes up Australia and Antarctica.

 

Posted Dec 28, '08 at 1:14pm

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The Stranger

The Stranger approached Stallion Man to ask for the artist, but two other people with blue shields approached him first.
One of them said, "Hey, he kind of looks like--" before he was elbowed by the other.
"We have reason to believe that a fugitive recently appeared in this part of the Imaginarium," the other said.
"And how's that?"
"We followed a stink trail left by the fugitive's vehicle that looks like a black horse."
"And you're profiling me because?"
"You are the only one up late at night around this guild and we were hoping you would have seen something. It is hard to miss a black horse on the snow."
"O rly?"
"Have you seen anything suspicious lately?"
"No, and I don't know about any snow. there's no snow around here."
The Stranger looked outside and saw nothing but a familiar green grass stretching out to the horizon.
"Thank you for your time."
The two left the guild but the Stranger overheard most of one last statement before their voices were too faint. "You can't tell me that isn't the spitting image of..."
The Stranger approached Stallion Man and asked, "Who's the artist who drew that crayon drawing?"
"That?" Stallion Man asked pointing toward the drawing of a smiling orange fish. "Rabbity looking guy," he said, holding up two fingers to represent a rabbit's ears. "Should still be around if he hasn't left already."

 

Posted Dec 29, '08 at 6:46pm

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Three Cowboys

The Space Cowboy was miraculously free of the snow as it had disappeared for the new theme, but the pain was still there. And so was the Star Straddler. He rolled out from under it before it crashed to the ground, alerting the sheriffs who had not yet left the area. The Bullman pulled him up to his feet and activated a hyperlink and was one again pulled away from his ship.
"Sorry, I had to do that," the Bullman said. "See, we're in a bit of trouble. Someone tattled on us about the little skirmish with the Rainbow Gang. And I know it's mostly my fault but I used your ship to escape and they can trace that back to you, so now we're both fugitives."
"This is great. Just... great," the Space Cowboy replied. "I came here looking for a new frontier and in a week, I've been stranded twice and I'm a fugitive! And I lost my ship! How the heck am I going to get out of this one?"
"If it's worth anything, I'm sorry."
"No, it's no worth a... Where the heck are we?"
The Space Cowboy looked around at the tallgrass around them. The grass came up to the Space Cowboy's waist. A lone log cabin stood out some distance away. He saw thought he saw movement beyond one of the windows. The door to the cabin opened and an anthropomorphic horse stepped out, looking in their direction.
"You're never angry for long, are you?" the Bullman asked.
"What?"
"Nevermind."
"Where the heck are we?"
"We're at Bad Luck Bronco's. She and Stallion Man, uh,... know each other. I'm pretty sure we're still in Armor Games."

 

Posted Dec 30, '08 at 7:35pm

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Fog City

On sunny days, if they happened to coincide with a Saturday, my friend Lena and I would go down to her uncle's shop by the docks and we'd get an ice cream or a soda. Then we would go down to the promenade and watch the boats come and go. Lena's father would let us tag along after his morning ferry round. If we were lucky, we would see blue-bellied dolphins swimming and playing in the water. If we were really lucky, we would see a ridgeback whale. When we returned to our departure point, we would look up the real names of those animals.
On other sunny days, we would look up at the clouds and wonder what it would be like to live on one. Or we would sit by the lake in the park and watch the fish and birds and wonder what it would be like to be surrounded by water. It was never productive.