Saturday, February 20, 2010

To Alyss,

I am naming the main character of my newest short story after your son, Mason. Alyss, don't focus on the obviousness of what happens to the character. It must be more than a little traumatic to think of your son as "Mr. Demolished". But if you can see the meaning behind it all; that people shouldn't neglect their surroundings, it becomes nicer.
Honestly, and I hate admitting this, I picked the name Mason because I'm horrible at naming things; Characters, Places, Stories themselves! And I like the name, its got a good ring to it.
So I hope you won't take any offense to me naming "Mr. Demolished" (currently the most difficult short story I've ever written to date) Mason.

-Sir Jestro

Monday, February 15, 2010

Fluorescent Babies

Listen to the hum of the fluorescent babies,
as they sing intravenously to their mothers,
and lie in juxtaposition beside them.

The wrinkles crawl up their mothers' faces,
Aged with worry and concern,
They plant their babies in a pot of cushions.

The static settles and the baby's eyes grow wide,
The flashing lights come flying in,
In 1080p, high definition.

The mothers leave their nest and complain about being drained,
While the fathers spread their seed like fire,
And the children are left in the care of HD.

The only solace is trapped behind glass,
In an alternate reality,
Where time is controlled.
The light fades on the blank, fluorescent canvas, and it becomes just as dull as the world around it.

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Ummm...

I've noticed in my absence I still don't get comments, a sad fact I'll have to just live with. I've been reluctant to start writing consistently for multiple reasons; I don't want to just produce crap just for the sake of producing something. Seeing as how the only person who ever lit a fire under my ass thinks it'd be better if the two of us didn't talk anymore, there really seems to be no negativity in not constantly writing. I wonder, is it bad to give the above mentioned person something for her birthday, even though she wants nothing to do with me?
On to lighter news!
Another reason I haven't been writing as much is because, as some of you may know, I've taken up art (drawing). Actively. I've sent out some of my sketches to people via text, but the responses (if I managed to get any) were "Haha" or "lol". Apparently, my drawing are funny, is that a good thing?
I'm trying to get good enough to draw the SFG manga, but that might take a few years, but I know I'll be able to draw The SFG Crew in Chibi, so that's a start.
With the progression of my art skill I can also begin drawing some of my other stories, mainly my shorts. For those of you who are fans of The Rabbit's Foot, that will NOT be turned into a manga or comic. I might be able to draw select images from it, but due to its fully first person nature, it HAS to be a film if it ever wants to grow from the letters.
Carrios is alive and well on his boat, for all of you who care. He's currently the only person giving me feedback on Throwing Pearls to the Pig. Most of his advice is superficial but some of it hit home and I thank him for that.
Oh, one more thing!
I'm writing this now so no one takes offense to it when the time comes. SFG will only has three parts and in the third one every main character but C41212105 will die. This has nothing to do with me being pissed at Liz and wanting to kill her off, like I did with some people in SFG 1. This is merely a means to an end. Why does C41212105 live? Because I still need to write SFG, The C41212105 Chronicles! And the real Carrios wants to use SFG as history in his stories. Fallen heros. Another thing, what represents all of them are as follows; [Jestro] has his headphones, Ω has his beam katana, 김재민 has The Lance of Longinus, and **SuPeRfUcKiNgStAr** eventually learns how to fight with thin razor wire. So if Carrios fucks those four things up, I'm going to be pissed.
And on that note, I bid you all a good night.

-Sir Jestro