Awkward Zombie is Cute and geeky. It updates about once a week. There are multiple topics and it seems to run the gambit of the awkward geek.
Webcomics Wednesday
Tuesday Tunes
Lyrics:
Well I’m an axegrinder piledriver
Mother says that I never never mind her
Got no brains I’m insane
Teacher says that I’m one big pain
I’m like a laser 6-streamin’ razor
I got a mouth like an alligator
I want it louder
More power
I’m gonna rock ya till it strikes the hour
Bang your head! metal health’ll drive you mad
Band your head! metal health’ll drive you mad
Well I’m frustrated
Outdated I really want to be over-rated
I’m a finder and I’m a keeper
I’m not a loser and I ain’t no weeper
I got the boys to make the noise
Won’t ever let up
Hope it annoys you
Join the pack
Fill the crack
Well now you’re here
There’s no way back
My Two Cents- Today is a bad communication day for me. I was trying to figure out a good song for the post. I told Joe that I felt like I needed to bang my head against the desk because of how hard it was to communicate. He said that I had my song…yeah I guess I did. So join me in Banging my head with happy instead of frustration,
Monday Poetry
Friday Share
So you found a new book?
Or maybe you just published one?
Did you find a new webcomic that you like?
Or a song you think everyone should hear?
No need for explanation…Just Share it.
You find a good deal that you think we should all see? Just share!
Or hey even a joke you think too fun not to share, Just share it.
Post links in the comments.
Occasionally I will too.
All of the Shoulds, Woulds, and Coulds.
I find myself judging me
for things done in anxiety.
The things I should be doing
eat at me, whispering in my ear deafeningly.
I cannot grow a care…
Though I know the reasons that I should.
The things that would happen
are just as bad,
telling me how important it is
and why I should be sad.
Instead the urging only
reverses my mind to anger quixotically,
making a monster of the rage building deep inside of me.,
The could be is somehow worse,
for in me, these are the ones that hurt.
I feel like I am not enough,
because I can not make them happen
no matter how hard I try.
So the should, the would, and the could,
each have their place
in stretching my anxiety
into another day.
They make me into a nervous wreck,
weighing each mistake
as a possibility.
Fighting the trio
I become a careless me.
The Dreams I Got Caught in, Yours, the Nightmare You Got Caught by, Mine
Poetry. Perspective.
I was, caught by a dream once, long, long, long ago, that dream of you I’d had, that kept on, recurring, recurring, repeating in my state of sleep, I couldn’t break myself free out of it, and for a very long time, you were all I was, ever going to, dream about…
The dreams I got caught in, it was you, and you’d, become, my nightmare then! I tried to, work my way, through these walls of my own mind, but kept, ramming into, the dead ends, like there’s no way out.
The dreams I got caught in, yours, and now, you will get stuck in the nightmare of my making, call it karma, or, pay-back if you will, after all, I’d already, gotten, ground down too hard, into, bits, and pieces here.
And now, it will be your turn, to get…
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The Exchanges of Kindness, from a Bystander’s Perspective
such a beautiful scene..
Watching kindness, as it took shape, the exchanges of two complete strangers from a train, translated…
“I’m sorry, this is my seat, but it’s fine, I like the window seats, I will trade seats with you”, there’s that sunshine shining through his smiles, that uncle had the innocence of a child.
The settled in the aisle woman who was sliding on her cell phone, noted something, was on her way to get up, then, settled back down by his gentleman nature.
The shot conversation that came on February 28th, on the northbound high-speed rail, the two only exchanged words for no more than three short seconds. Then the train started moving, and everything fell, silent then.
I was seated to the left back side to them, and was moved by what I saw. Because this unplanned, unexpected kindness of exchange between people, it wasn’t set up like in…
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Artsy Fartsy Thursday
Ok. I love Abstract art…mostly as an artist. My personal taste in art to hang in my home is Faeries, pagan symbolism, and cutesy stuff. For creating tho…Abstract rocks. When I was starting to allow myself to play with digital creation…I was struggling. I found myself saying too often “but it doesn’t look like…” and it was not helping my self-esteem and my creative nature. It Bloody hurt. I started lessening the standard I was holding my art to. I started creating beautiful swirls and pieces that I could see several things in. The fun thing about abstracts is that everyone sees something different in them. I have since learned a few things and do abstracts because they are fun, but it is not the only art I can create. Sometimes just changing your perspective can help you to create.
Webcomics Wednesday
Bear Nuts is a cute Weekly comic about a group of adorable bears. The art is truly cute. It updates on Mondays…and it takes me to the same places that Saturday morning cartoons did. Imagine Carebears on the ALT side. It is a cute time-waster…with a lot of emotional topics thrown in.
This is going up early Thursday morning due to a nasty migraine on Wednesday. However go check the comic out, you won’t be sorry.
Poetry – A day Late
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