Kismint the Kartoonist

I found this neat cartoon site to play around with. Very simplified and easy to use!
For Hamlet's Soliloquy (--err, at least part of it) I used the computer voice (that happens to be British).

The computer ain't much of an actor. =P

Soliloquy Solo by kismint on GoAnimate

Animation Software - Powered by GoAnimate.

Tell me whatcha think!

God bless,
K-Minty

Hammock || Mono No Aware

Play this when you have 6 minutes and 39 seconds to glue your paper heart to your sleeve and wear melancholy as a pair of socks.



Love this music video. A lot.

A Talebearer's Re-accountings

As I fall asleep, my eyes widen. Carols of the midsummer ring in the peppered air. Words, like purple lupins of the mountainside spring gallantly int the present ad out of the past. I remember.

I remember everything now.

The wind over the lake the sad in our eyes. It was a dream in my mind, but that didn't matter, because I was dreaming now. Our dreams intertwined together and danced a swirly-twirly dance I couldn't think of a name for. he whirl of colors reflected off of the water like stained glass, and the sky was tinted like a rainbow. We had forgotton our sunglasses, but the wider our eyelids we flung open like shutters on a window, the more clearly we could see. This was truely a world at its brightest. At that point, we knew light never lost a fight agaist dark. It never even had to try.

2:00 AM and the mist approaches the bay.

My shoes are by my side and my feet over the edge. Nothing but the lights of the seaport to catch my eye. All is still. Everything lonely. My only thoughs dive the depths of the ocean vistas far beneath me, and Iwnder at my finds. I know the light does not hit some places down there.

But that is no accident.

Clock chimes: 2...3...4...It never stops. Every once in a while, those bells might take a quick breather, but stop? No. They won't stop. It is their job to be a force that is inherently impossible to stop. Time is not a thing to meddle with---only to use wisely.

There was more. More in a woody glade. It started warm and green: fresh with living things. The light there was not dead, but very much breathing. It raidiated out, filling the place with a glowing brilliance. Every leaf and bough was a star in the sky, gleaming with a sparkle of its own. But after a while, cold and bitter raided and stole. They took what was never their's, replacing the green with burned colors of rust and mud.. Bare and gloomy is that place now. I am glad I once saw it how it was ment to be.

When I said it all came back to me, it was no lie. But a talebearer cannot tell all that has happened, lest she run short of her onn trade.

What do you see with those eyes of yours? Open up.

Stringy Thoughts

So do you mind ink blots or not?
I'm not good with writing much of anything. It's clear enough, I know. But it's okay anyway.

I've got youth group hockey league on the brain (as was testified in the previous post), and a stack of t-shirts to hang up floating above my head. Also, this keyboard is driving me crazy because I have to press really hard to make every 'r' come after the 'e', 'h' come after the 't', and 'space' come in between.

Autumn is here. Unfortunately, it happens that Fall falls at a very depressing time---when school starts warming up. Oh joy. Autumn is also a bit irritating at times because to be honest, cacti and palm trees don't exactly have leaves that burst into brilliant golds, tangerines, and rubies. But you know what? Autumn brings hope to the desert dweller. It brings a taste of cooler temperatures, an inkling of pumpkin pie, and sometimes---on the very rare occasion---an excuse to wear a hoodie!

And that is a reason to thank God for Autumn.

So anyway, all this Autumn hallapalooza stuff that goes on is giving me another legit excuse too. Therefore, dear friends, when you wonder at why on earth I am changing my blog template for the 400th-odd time, I will look you blankly in the eye and proclaim that:

"I want to keep up with the festivity."

 

 

After all, what would the world do without those people who can't stand to let the paint dry on their wall because they want a new color up ASAP??

 

Stay creative, and smile with your hoodies and holidays!

God bless,

K-Minty

*Epic Music Plays*

Hockey pictuuuuuuure!

(photo taken by dad)

Guys, it's time. Hockey time.

Dear You,

You're so awesome. I love that dorky smile of yours. It lights me up on the inside---the way your eyes are so sparkly. It's a joy when I see that excited side of you come out. That normally reserved and composed person who you pretend to be on the outside suddenly gets caught up in the moment and turns a new leaf.
You and your funny little dances, teasing remarks, bubbling laughter...What would I do without you?

I won't forget that day you gave me your hand to help me up. And every time I see you you let me know that you're always ready to give me that hand again.

You encourage me to play hard and to give it everything, and you do the same right in step with me. You refuse to let me get down on myself, you listen to my rants. You watch with wondering eyes as you see me in my hyper mood, whooping and screaming the evening out.

But the best thing about you is that you don't care that I'm the most lame person in the world. And that's very nice of you.

They say to write what you know

but I don't know what to write!