End of April post

That’s right. A post to annouce the end of April. I’m singlehandedly bringing on the arrival of May.

No, of course not. One thing I am doing though, is realizing how fast days go by. We sort of agreed to aim for at least a post every three days, cause our lives are just that interesting, but here we are, four days later, and here’s a new post. Not that it’s fantastically interesting, but there’s a big surprise as the end, so it’s totally worth it.

Writing has been slow lately. Earlier, I have produced more than 10k a week, though this didn’t happen as often as would be awesome. Still, things have gone smoother. I do admit I’ve been spending my free time otherwise lately. Outside of work, I’ve been rather caught up in Darkest Dungeon, which is a really addictive game I recently stumbled upon. If you’ve heard of it, it is quite brutal, and I regret naming my characters after characters in my novel. For they all died rather horribly. Save for one character, who’s still hanging in there.

Phoebe has begun working more, and her time is more limited, though she’s still finding time to work on her art. She’ll probably upload another work tomorrow. That is, if I decide to usher in May at all. (I will. It is the month of Norway’s national day after all. The 17th btw, don’t forget)

Also, look:


It’s a mouse. Reading a book. Wearing tiny glasses.

Also, that was the big surprise.


Alien Day!

Wow, my levels of gushing certainly have a way of timing everything just correctly. My excitement for the upcoming Alien: Covenant film has been brewing for quite a while now, from the point those trailers started dropping and I let go of my disappoinment of it apparently veering away from its Prometheus storyline.

As more and more has been unveiled, however, it may not have strayed too far. Which is good. Anyway, as my anticipation for this film reaches its zenith, which isn’t really now, there’s still three weeks to go, I find myself wanting to post about it. AND LO AND BEHOLD…it happens to be April 26th, which is gaining more status as the official ‘Alien’ day. So that was a neat coincidence.

Ridders is my favorite film director, and he returns to his origins in this movie. Everything I’ve seen of this film so far, and let’s face it they’ve almost showcased their entire film at this point, it’s looking very solid. I like the plot they’re going with, and how they’re tying it into Prometheus. My only complaint so far is the lack of Shaw. One of the things Prometheus managed to excel in, it was creating a strong character I could get behind, just like I could with Sigourney Weaver’s Ripley. Shaw is not front and center now. And we don’t really know what’s up with her, or if she’s still around. See? There’s so many questions! What’s up with David?? He’s such a douche! I think.

I’ve actually come to the conclusion that I’ve never been more excited for a film release before. Alien is my favorite film franchise, something I realized when Prometheus came out in 2012. It took the reins from the Middle Earth franchise, which is coincidentally the last time I was genuinely this excited for a film, when The Hobbit came out in 2012.

A large part of why Alien trumps the Middle Earth franchise is because I view it as somewhat done. Maybe someone will try to do The Silmarillion or something in many, many years, but done for me. Alien on the other hand though…I can get Alien goodness for the rest of my life.

Alien: Covenant also has something really amazing. It has what I believe is the greatest teaser trailer of all time:

I don’t know exactly what it is about these select few, yet gorgeous shots combined with the musical stylings of John Denver, but it really resonates with me. Also, look! Danny McBride is there. I usually know most actors from one select role, and though it’s not here yet, prepare yourself Dan, cause you’ll probably be Tennessee for me for the rest of my life.

Happy Alien Day, folks!

Book Cover!

Or, I should rather say, interim book cover. Yes, one of the chief things I went forth and did after I could not get my story out of my head, was to create a mock up of the cover which I instantly found planted in my head one morning. As opposed to the title, which forced me out of bed in the middle of the night to scribble it down.

I’m hoping it comes across as intriguing and interesting as I found it when it entered my brain. Hanging beside my writing desk, it’s a constant reminder of what I’m trying to do, and moreover, a reminder to myself that I have this thing to work on, so maybe stop reading up on old Wikipedia entries on the varies titles of Kim Jong-il, and get to work on that instead? He had a lot of titles though. Like, far more than his son. (Honestly, it is my belief that if some higher up politician, maybe Trump, he seems like a good bet, went ahead and called him ‘Bubba’, it might actually stick cause it’s very applicable)

See? I just looked over to the wall beside me, and behold, the cover is telling me to stop procrastinating and just get on with it already. Anyway, here it is, though of it is of course subject to change:

This version also has the title slapped on there. Not perfect, but I love the color.


Something akin to trying new things

A picture is an intermediate something between a thought and a thing

Samuel Coleridge said that, supposedly. In any case, I like it. Good quote.

I like to get things out with my painting. A way to deal with emotions, stress, and just life in general. There’s a lot of thoughts, and a lot of pictures that come from them. Hence the quote.

Not that this really matters for this post. It doesn’t concern any paintings that stemmed from any deep thoughts or relations. Other than, I enjoy Jonathan Davis and everything he has to offer. As such, here is a painting of him. It’s an older one, but if we’re doing this blog thing, then I should show everything I’ve got.

A large part of why I paint after images sometimes is because I’m always looking for ways to improve. I don’t want to toot my own horn here, but my skills have greatly improved since this particular piece. You’ll see, wink wink.

2013, based on image.


Happy Easter!

It’s easter again! And the sophomore post in our blog happens to concern it.

I swear, Easter is one of those holidays that always creep up on me, despite the abhorrant way the stores announce it with their seasonal sweets and whatnot. Even more so, I happen to work in a store, so I get this thread down over my head each year. Despite this, I always react with an ‘oh right, it’s Easter soon, ain’t it‘, and then everyone around me has apparently been anticipating it for a while.

Why do we have it again? Like, if I remember this correctly, then Jesus fell into a Sarlacc pit or went through puberty this time of year, and…that’s why we celebrate? I forget.

Anyway, I do happen to live with someone amazing this year, unlike previous Easters, and as such I actually got an Easter egg for once. A treadition long dead in my family since I turned, oh I don’t know, twelve? It now, however, makes a grand return at the tender age of 25 26.

Instead of a boring egg I instead received a brain egg. I’m unsure of why, but I’ll just assume she thinks I’m very intelligent. And too good for normal eggs.

It also came complete with Game of Thrones memorophilia. Can’t really go wrong there.

Stage Fright.

Jumping into the unknown can be scary. Hell, downright terrifying. Ray Bradbury once said, in a quote that surely resonated well with people, enough that as I write this it’s one of the things that come to mind, ‘Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall‘. Good quote, and one that is quite fitting for what this post is all about: plunging into the unknown.

Yet, as this whole thing is about to start I’d feel unsatisfied with this unless I began it with a quote from the Grand Master himself, Terry Pratchett:

“Wisdom comes from experience. Experience is often a result of lack of wisdom.”

Let’s fail hard?

Hi there! My name is Christian, and I am the honorable co-owner of this here blog. It is also run by Phoebe, who in an insurmountable amount of ways is my significant other. I try my best to write, and the dream is to become a full-time author. Phoebe, on the other hand, is the most amazing painter and artist I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. So now she sometimes makes me dinner and cleans the apartment, which is a total and horrible waste of her talent.

My main project, which part of this blog is named after, is called Absolute Absurdity. It is a selfdescribed comedy of epic proportions. Unless I’ll still be writing for the complete and utter vacuum of nothingness out there on the interwebs, there will hopefully be some readers down the line who feel intrigued enough to find out what it’s all about as I unveil more about it.

And there’ll be art. And lots of it. Pheebs dreams of living off her dream as well, and whatever she does, it’ll eventually make its way onto this blog.

So for now, that’s our little intro.