The I can't remember what I was Complaining About Complaint Thread
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I'll be having a good thought for you and yours Fyre *hugs*
A pillow with all the stuffing up one end?
...a one year's subscription to the Congressional Record?
Qualifies as "cruel and unusual".
I propose "YAWNULUS", Roman god of boredom!
Oh mighty YAWNULUS, whom even Zeus fears, spare me from your visitation! :ahhh:
I'm hoping for a quiet time the next couple of weeks :)
It's supposed to be public.. will check when I get home. Thanks!
I'm stupid, posted wrong linkie... :red: :red:
https://soundcloud.com/synthetic_aurality/nviatwas-wip-2
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((((hugs))))
Home argh. 102F outside, Tulsa is NOT cooler than Austin! *cry*
Had a zero-calorie vitamin water, last of the beef nachos, a probiotic gummi, and an antioxidant fiber chew.
Welcome to the Old Trout's World of "Fix yer damn stressed out guts"! It IS working, I haven't had indigestion or a real bad night from eating something normal for 10 days.
Between that, quitting loud aggressive music, and getting some meditation in, yeah, maybe I'll last another 20 years! :) I'm sure the walking is helping too.. just have to balance my exercise needs against my trashed left foot.
No going out for the next 2 weekends, it's pay the bills time. This means.. RENDER FEST! :snake: Me, a few beers, Vicky, a sword, and maybe an aardvark.. or do I have an armadillo? Have to look, I'm pretty sure about the aardvark. Maybe put an armadillo in my wishlist.
Getting sleepy.. Thom Brennan in my headphones, he does soundscapes and new-agey kind of environmental music. Snzzz... YAWNULOS has meeeeeee! :bug:
DAZ Draggin' 3.. don't like the head on the base model at all, it's not a dragon, it's a leezard.
The morphs pack fixes it, but I'm iffy about paying another $25 to fix a $40 model.
Can anyone comment on the ol' Draggin' Gen3?
Got through the day thinking up how to create our new Roman god.
May I present, YAWNULUS, Roman God of Boredom.
Why a spear for his weapon? Fiancee said "because it is a pointed stick that you can lean on." Not that the other ideas you guys came up with weren't awesome (but how do I present a looping powerpoint slide in a still image?)
Both Reld and the big dragon are from Dragon 3. I think they are much better than SubDragon. They move better, and don't have the glaring issue with the wing membrane clipping through.
Think Rezca has a nice Mil Dragon in glass http://www.daz3d.com/gallery/users/5858
Hehe awesome yawnsome :lol:
My thoughts are with you. Wishing for good news on Wednesday!
Dana
It's supposed to be public.. will check when I get home. Thanks!
I'm stupid, posted wrong linkie... :red: :red:
https://soundcloud.com/synthetic_aurality/nviatwas-wip-2
Echoing awesome thanks thanks thanks thanks thanks....... :)
ps is skinny puppy you as well?
if i stare long enough will his skirt become transparent?
I like it, posing is easier, but it would really depend on how often you think you'll render a dragon. There will be sales in a few months. :)
http://www.daz3d.com/gallery/#images/29807
if i stare long enough will his skirt become transparent?
Given that I try to keep things PG13, probably not.
was thinking chocolate chip cookie doe is more of a day time ice cream, nights are more vienna mocha chunk
Omg, this is funny - showed Fiancee this and he plans to steal this idea ;p
Food for every day :lol:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_food_days
Food for every day :lol:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_food_days
yummm July 10 National Piña colada Day
need more pancake days :)
Is always Pancake Day at IHOP. :)
Catatonic. :)
Catatonic. :)
catastrophe ;)
((hug))
will hope and pray for the best for your dad (and you!)
A spear, yes - but shaped like a stylus, with a wooden spear-point (and fire-blacked / hardened tip), haft painted a dull ocher and with a reddish, soft butt-stop.
Oh, and a big numeral 2 on the side! (or I guess that would be "II" since we are talking Roman)
He rhythmically thumps it on things, sending out irritating (though usually soundless) waves to exert his power... or when he is just bored!
... yes, his modern avatar is that guy who always plays drums with his pencil because he is bored!!
I propose "YAWNULUS", Roman god of boredom!
Oh mighty YAWNULUS, whom even Zeus fears, spare me from your visitation! :ahhh:
LOLLOLOLOLOLO!!
(luckily I saved before attempting to post this, since the forum 'ate' it when I hit post!)
patron god of boredom and scourge of children everywhere!
"I'm bored (sigh)....", the child whined grumpily, clumping into the room drawn by the silent rhythm of Yawnulus' unseen #2 Stylus beating against the table.
Under her breath the mother whispered thanks to the insidious god for drawing her offspring from his hiding place. Then, aloud the mother replied with beaming satisfaction, "Great! I have some additional chores that will keep you occupied!"
also referred to as either the Lord of Mediocrity or Spirit of Ennui, Yawnulus' was rather unique in that he didn't have holy days or feasts in his honor - preferring to (quietly) crash the festivities of other gods and absorb their vigor and the feasts of their flavor. While this made him *extremely* unpopular amongst most of the pantheon (and even those of neighboring Persia and Egypt where he would often 'attend' uninvited as well), no god could ever gather enough interest to actively oppose or attack him (a fact which enraged Mars to unparalleled heights - when Yawnulus wasn't nearby - and is speculated as to what eventually drove Mars mad). So great was the effects of Yawnulus' power that it eventually brought an end to worship of the entire pantheon (and surrounding ones) as people slowly came to just not give a **** - in fact several scholars speculate that Yawnulus was actually one of the original Titans that Saturn / Zeus and the gods just never got around to overthrowing and imprisoning. Sadly, the effects of Yawnulus' power largely kept scribes, poets, and writers of the period from bothering to record his tales, information or even presence and so left the god largely unknown in later ages except for a few extremely pedant (and anal) scholars.
As with many Roman/Greek gods, Yanulus had an 'interesting' family life (though his was a bit more odd than most. Husband to Vesta (Hestia in Greek), Zues' virgin sister with no real personality, Yawnulus is unique in that he never strayed or dallied with human women (apparently he just wasn't interested) after their marriage (rumors were that it was arranged as neither ever showed any particular passion or even affection for the other). Together they were the parents of Somnus (Hypnus in Greek) the god of sleep and Aergia the goddess of sloth and laziness (so much so she never even put forth the effort to have a separate name in Greek and Roman cultures), patron goddess of bureaucracies, and reputed origin of the phrase, "Eh... close enough..." Interestingly, Vesta was still considered a virgin AFTER the birth of the children - which was about the ONLY thing interesting about her to be honest - but apparently one of the benefits to being a goddess was skipping childbirth... and the preceding sex also apparently!
Before the marriage Yawnulus actually did manage to sire one demigod son with a human woman, Eula (a woman traveling from the 'far North' - indeed the name is apparently a derivative of one common in early Germanic tribes). A daughter of a wealthy man, Eula was traveling South towards a last ditch arranged marriage when her complete lack of interest in pretty much everything attracted Yawnulus' attention like a magnet. The poet Aeschylus (524-455BC) recorded the events in his largely ignored first tragedy, "Truths Found in Young Wine":
Suddenly struck by the new and unknown feelings of curiosity and ardor, Yawnulus assumed the guise of the youngest and plainest of the caravan guards and approached the young Eula as she sat idly picking her nose and gazing off into the distance. Long he stood, gazing at her unremarkable figure, his eyes roving hungrily over her small and uneven breasts as they hung shapelessly beneath the gray, soiled traveler's smock and her flabby limbs sprawled awkwardly revealing their pale, blue-veined skin as she sat against the fallen tree in the gray overcast of the afternoon. Finally noticing his gaze, the young Eula's finger paused in its questing of her left nostril, and her pale brown eyes looked up at him like the tepid waters of a roadside ditch for lingering moment, then she quietly grunted and looked back toward the horizon while her finger resumed its tunneling and she broke wind in complete uncaring at his presence. His passion completely inflamed for the first and only time in his existence, Yawnulus immediately realized he *must* have this drab maid, and thus repressed his divine nature so completely even he forgot his godhood for a while, then asked her that most ancient question, "Um... ah.. you want to?" and eyed the nearby bushes meaningfully. Eula's eyes languidly looked back to his unassuming assumed form and a small grimace crossed her face. Looking down and pulling forth her finger, she glumly noted the lack of success in its efforts, brushed her hand on her smock and relied that most desired of replies, a disinterested "Sure... why not." With such matchless temptation even his godlike indifference was unable to keep his modest and unimpressive 'sword' in its sheath and thus did Yawnulus take his this most un-notable of maidens in the mud of a gully along the road to Athens."
Unfortunately for Aeschylus, the audiences took his fairly accurate and flowing account as sarcasm and comedy, and not particularly good sarcasm and comedy considering they were told it was a tragedy. Thankfully he both stopped drinking 'young' wine from his day job at a vineyard and chose a different subject (and protagonist) for his next work and Aeschylus went on to become a somewhat noteworthy poet.
The child of their union (and quite the surprise to Eula's young husband coming barely 6 months after their first meeting and marriage - though since the marriage wasn't his idea either and his father was somewhat of a bully, he kept his mouth shut and ignored it and his homely wife) was named Hipsteron, and became known as a skinny, effete and altogether annoying fellow who befriended and then in turn offended all he met with his aloof disdain at all things popular and feigned disinterest of what others felt important. His only real notable aspect (and indeed, why anyone recorded his existence at all) was his repeated claims of Yawnulus as his true father (as the events of his mother's roadside impregnation had been told him - by her - when he reached manhood and was whining about how boring everything was). Needless to say, most rejected his demigod status as energetically as they rejected him (usually out of a bar and into the alley, though occasionally off a nearby cliff when he was being exceptionally irritating) and indeed his father might actually have been that young, plain and disappointing caravan guard seeing as Yawnulus never corroborated the story, met Hipsteron, nor claimed him - except that Hipsteron kept *surviving* all the beatings and repeatedly being thrown off cliffs.
Yawnulus' traditional offering (for those few EXTREMELY weird people who actually WANTED his attention, and insomniacs who were trying to get him to intercede with his son on their behalf) was cold, unsalted and unsweetened gruel served in a plain wooden bowl. Those who set such out for him as they prayed invariably remarked that, after they did so and waited a while, absolutely nothing happened! So they guessed he was very pleased with the offering. Yawnulus is also noted for disliking loud, vibrant colors and fast tempo music, claiming they gave him migraines. The other gods, however, snidely said it was just because Yawnulus was so self conscious about the facts that he was so color blind he could neither appreciate the colors nor name them, and he was a truly horrible dancer. Indeed, his few attempts at dance reputedly were the only times in his 'life' that he inspired strong emotions in ANYONE - divine or mortal - and no one likes to be mocked and laughed at.
Hehe Gecko goodness *applause*
+1 - that was good. I had briefly contemplated coming up with the background but you, sir, have exceeded my very simple concept. I bow before your scholarly discourse on the history of our new Roman God.
... also, it should be noted that Hipsteron is the chosen patron demigod of Seattle, WA which is the site of (unsurprisingly) the first and only statue to his honor.
Also rather expectedly, most Seattle natives try to ignore this and claim complete ignorance of the fact while his neo-followers are quick to disdainfully point out that they are unsurprised you never heard of him.