Got Extremely Bored. So I Drew A Cat To Keep Myself Busy.

Intravenous Ketchup #0002

If one were to look at a blurry picture accidentally taken on a dark night, could one possibly say much about it given it's story or even write 3-4 paragraphs worth of information on the picture? The old saying goes that a picture is worth a thousand words. But is that so? Can information on a picture truly be worth only so much? What about pictures of holocaust victims, or of the aftermath of the bombings over Nagasaki and Hiroshima? Even then for pictures that define much or are not as easily distinguishable, then there's not much to say. Yet the real problem with the phrase is that why does it have to be words that define a picture? Why not numbers? Numbers could provide just as good as an interface to define meaning as words can. Number combinations such as 1337 or 8008135 can still be understood by the reader as long as they have previous knowledge on the number combination. Watch as I demonstrate: 843 378462837 333463 3837984464 8428 93 5669 22688 843 96753 93 5483 46. Even emojis (unfortunately) can provide a "sturdy" way to communicate thought and emotion from images. This can be a good way to communicate to children the value of not littering: 🚯or👮will🔫and🚔take you to🌋 (My apologies, I couldn't find an emoji for prison so I used volcano) To summarize, a picture cannot simply be dumbed down to a thousand words. Many interfaces exist and can accurately describe a picture. So my proposal is to instead say "A picture is worth a varied amount of characters and character combinations based on whatever interface the viewer would like to use".

Have no idea why I drew this. But... it exists.

Thoughts about a strange star appearing in the night sky

The end of an era is never really happy or sad. We get accustomed to many of the words and feelings that accompanied the old Era that to see it go away represents us letting go of a part of us. All the memories then feel as if they are gone and will never be taken back. There's also the uncertainty that comes with something unknown that strikes fear into us as well as confusion and anger. It hits us so hard that we feel as if we though are falling hard without any help or guidance as to where to go. We lash out in anger, cry and act as if though the world is ending. Even if it's the end of an era that we may have thought was bad. No mortal being can predict the future, and even our best automatons and machinations can only give us their estimates of what comes next. Yet in the face of the winds of change there is a necessity to do one important thing. To forget who we are. To remember what we love and live for. The things that drive us to live another day. So that in the face of uncertainty we can remember what we stand for . And tomorrow will be that much brighter.

I AM ALIVE BIHS! BLARGH! That is all.

Tried screwing around with painting again. I think i’m getting better. I used an old picture I took about a year ago as reference. I think i’ll upload it because i’m too lazy to do anything else right now.

I'm bored so here's something stupid.

Shakespeare: "All the world's a stage, and the men and women merely players-" Me: Fine, wake me up when it gets good.

smile!

this kitty is smiling.

i think i really am improving on my painting skills.

I took this around a year ago. I was going to class when i saw this little beauty in a bush where every other rose was recently pruned. Yellow is my favorite color for roses so i decided that i wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get a good picture before someone would either take or destroy it. Use it for reference, art, whatever. I just thought that i’d share this somewhere. I thought t would be a bit sad to leave this thing to gather dust in my old phone.

Quote of the Second

"Cream of wheat is gruel for people with refined tastes." -Horace Jenkemshire at his mother's house.

Just a stupid little thing of Reese.