I just took a stupid facebook quiz called "Porn Star name or My little Pony Name". I did a craptastic job, I think I scored a 2 out of a possible 4,000,000,000 or something or other. I guess that is a good(?) thing? Actually, I digress (can you actually start out a blog post digressing? hmmmm contemplate.....) but http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Incarnations_of_Immortality here is a wiki post to one of my all time favorite fantasy series ever. This would make the best sci fi mini series EVER.
Again, I digress. One of the first paintings I ever painted was a biblical representation of the four horsemen. It was a mono chromatic and quite good. I gave it to a stupid ex boyfriend in high school. He was weird. I saw him a few years back. He grew a beard. He looked like the lumberjacks in WoW. Sort of. I hate painting things for people. Its like birthing children and randomly handing them out to strangers to hang on their walls. Torturous.
I looked, and there was a pale horse! Its rider's name was Death, and Hades followed him. They were given authority over one-fourth of the earth to kill people using wars, famines, plagues, and the wild animals of the earth.
Can a blog post be one giant digression?
I am on a Willy Wonka and the Chocolate factory kick today. That is what I dreamt about last night. I think. Of course I didn't fall asleep until the wee hours of the morning and my dreams were weird. Really weird. My dreams were a mix of porn stars, my little ponies, charlie and the chocolate factory, God, the bible (specifically Revelations and since I havent even got to that book yet, my mind interspersed Piers Anthonie's Incarnations of Immortality's into my dream).
I wish my brain had a shut off switch. Or at minimum, a mute button a pause button or a giant plug.
Dear Jesus, thank you for my pony.