mennyivel t�bb �rtelme lenne visszafel� �regedni

Nyilv�n nem volt el�g befejezetlen projektem, �gy most van kett� �j! 

Saj�t HP self-insertem virtu�lis pap�rra vet�se az emelkedett c�l (vagy h�t, ugye, ciki c�l), de m�g az se megy! 

Mindegy, ez egy igazi self-insert karakter, �letemben el�sz�r v�gre nekem is siker�lt egy ilyet alkotni! Persze, semmi gond, sosem �rn�k r�la (elv�gre a saj�t magad bele�r�sa egyes szoriba a Mary Sue szindr�ma egyik legs�lyosabb rizik�-t�nyez�je), de j�l esik valamit megjelen�teni, amire ennyit gondolok. Viszont �r�l�k neki, hogy egy�ltal�n van ilyenem, azt hiszem az eg�szs�ges pszich� egyik jele, ha k�pes vagyok saj�t magamat is re�lis(abban) beilleszteni egy sz�momra ide�lis k�rnyezetbe - m�r egy ideje k�szk�d�k vele, hogy m�r el sem tudok k�pzelni helyzeteket, amikben boldog lenn�k, �gy egy t�lem er�sen elt�r� karaktert kell form�lnom, ha azt a bizonyos idilli t�rt�netet le akarom jegyezni. Most v�gre �gy t�nik fejl�dtem �nbecs�l�sb�l, �ljen! Vagy, legal�bb is, rem�lem.

De legal�bb van egy �i vizu�lis projekt, ezekb�l t�nyleg nem volt egy ideig, a legut�bbit �prilisban fejeztem be - az volna a h�tt�r jelenleg az oldalon. 

Ami az �r�st illeti, annyi megkezdett nyavaly�m van, csak folytatni k�ne m�r valamit. 

MS Paint f�lk�sz iz�, osu!-ba szeretn�m majd spinner h�tt�rnek, esk� ennyi�rt kezdtem bele, illetve a SAI-os eredeti (f�lk�sz, nan�) verzi�:

Ez ut�bbi am�gy HATALMAS m�ret�, fogalmam sincs mit gondoltam mikor elkezdte meghaladni a 2000x2000-es px m�retet, eredeti nagy�t�sban csak az arc:

Nem vagyok norm�lis, na! De ideje futnom, holnap mel� 

Igaz�b�l nem is �rtem mi�rt, de �vekig tart�, tombol� ny�r im�datom valami�rt v�get �rt. Hihetetlen, de n�lam jobban senki nem v�rta most az �szt, az els� kis gyenge, de m�r �rezhet�en h�s fuvallatokat, a levelek ropog�s�t �s meghitt susog�s�t a talpam alatt. Hogy a hajamba belekapjon a m�g j�t�kos, de m�r nem meleg sz�l, hogy az es� ne tudja eld�nteni, most j�n-e vagy sem �gy a kett� k�z�tt marad, hogy a reggeli �g olyan m�ly legyen mint a kibor�tott tinta �s komor, m�gi�t id�z� felh�k bor�ts�k amerre csak n�zek. 

Azt hiszem elj�tt az �j fejezet, valami eg�szen m�s, mint a t�bbi. A hashtigo �tadja hely�t a megfiatalod�snak, a cs�m�rl�tt, bej�ratott �s d�gunalmast az �j, friss�t� �s felfedez�sre v�r� v�ltja. Milyen �rdekes most az �let. Itt az �sz! Minden porcik�mban �rzem. A kimer�lts�gem �sze, vagy tal�n ink�bb: az �j er�m tavasza. R�gi pap�r barn�ra �s halk meg rik�t� pirosra fordult a vil�g, kicsit meleg s�rga minden, �s valahogy ez most j�l van �gy, mert m�r l�tom benne magamat, �s v�gre mosoly �l az arcomon, nem kil�t�stalans�g. 

The Cinematic Orchestra
Arrival of the Birds & Transformation

quick quick update

Mabinogi seems to have taken a more bold approach to ban mods, which might be the death sentence of my Mabi addiction. As long as I remember, Tara is a no-go zone for me unmodded. Like, completely.

Also, I'm soon to hit my second month on osu! (I think I started on March the 20th, so it's easy to remember), and of course, I suck at it.

On my second day on Tree of Savior (it opened for everyone yesterday) I just realized I probably screwed my character up already. Also, can't defeat this boss I should be able to - she's also a fire magic user. 

Maaan.

The final instalment of Zom-B was satisfying, although not the -oh-my-god feeling from the Vampire saga. Nothing tops that one, I guess.

Also, this is awesome:

Now, I need to go to sleep ASAP.

Rimbaud has shaped my mind unlike any other person - dead or alive -, and the older I get the more I feel like I can understand and emphatise with his musings and thoughts. 

And, as of late, fears.

The young Rimbaud was fond of modernity ('One must be absolutely modern!'), praised innovation and the advancement of science. The older Rimbaud, his clothes dirtied by the sand of time and torn by foreign, merciless winds of being an invalid, however, found himself to be afraid of times to come. The inventions, telephones, images, the first signs of the later coming Information Age (our age!) made him denounce the enthusiastic bohemian youth he once was. 

And truly - where does it all lead?

Where are we heading?

The direction seems to be going towards a no-art, no-culture, no-identity route, where everything belongs to everyone, and where no one is really anyone. The cultures we have built up, the diversity of the world is to come crashing down to give place to a world-society (instead of separate societies), as savage and useless they might be, and it has to do so - to serve them with the kind of emptiness such society can only fit into.

This world-society won't understand art or tradition - and we can already see the first movements to that horrible tragedy. Entertainers are winning "art" awards, rear-shaking is the new political manifesto, baby tonight tonight is the new national anthem. Our past, now completely failing to be understood by this new generation of degenerates is losing all of its meaningfullness. 

A society without a past has no future, however.

The borders will vanish, the countless litres of blood of our sweet forefathers who fought until their last breath for those borders will go down the drain with all the values they have taught us, so we can give place to the mindless mob, the motherless, idiotic lot of them all. Look at France. Just look.

I don't know how 2070 (or so) will look like, but 3070 will be a year we will thank the heavens not have to look at.