Experimenting with Typography.

It was snowing heavily when Inspector Lee stomped out of the all-night liquour shop, with two bottles of red wine in a plastic bag. Unlike Minsky and the rest of the force he wasn't much a beer drinker. No, he preferred the multiple layers of scent and taste that only a decent wine could provide. But he needed something to take the edge off, his encounter with the girl. Especially after he switched places with his partner in the interrogation room and she noticed nothing disturbing.

'Sure, she was bit weird looking; like someone who'd wandered off a Tim Burton set. But the girl didn't follow her (Minsky) with her eyes or anything'. In fact the girl resolutely ignored ignore Minsky. Head bent and stringy black hair covering her face.

"Go home Lee. get some rest. I'll take care of the paper work and bring you some take out later. I know it's been a tough week. Your wife being out of town this close to Christmas on a last minute assignment." Minsky elbowed him and walked back into the interrogation room.

The girl looked up again, while his partner was turned away. She stared straight at him again a and grinned. Dammit!
It was perfectly normal grin. Except that it didn't reach her yes.

Those icy blue eyes that should have shown so much, were empty. Not cold, not contemptuous, bereft of hope or sad. Just empty.

Inspector Wong Lee was no longer tired... One hour ago was he was. His shift should have ended now. he should have been home watching the game. He should have.
But instead Inspector behind the one sided mirror in the glass partition watching the "so called" interrogation of 15 year teenage girl by his younger partner Claire Minsky. She wasn't having much, if any, success. The girl ignored his partner completely, and was doing an excellent job of freaking him out at the same time.

Pale, skinny and black haired, the girl's ice-blue eyes was looking straight at him through the one-way mirror. He knew it wasn't possible. There was no way the girl could see him. The girl was simply looking at herself in the mirror and almost never blinking. It had to be sheer co-incidence that he was sitting in her line of sight. An accident. Right?
Inspector Lee chuckled nervously and told himself that he was being paranoid. He'd prove it to himself right now.

Lee pushed the chair back slowly, got up and walked over to the side. Then turned back to look at the girl and nearly jumped. Here eyes were still looking at him. 'Don't freak out', he told himslelf. She probably heard the chair scraping. Co-incidence.
No longer sure if he was trying to fool himself or not Inspector Lee tip-toed to other side of the room, this time not taking his eyes off her. The girl's eyes followed him across the room without fail. He tried not to faint. His partner would never let him hear the end off it.

Not enough sleep. That had to be it. Of course there was a way to check. He pressed the intercom button.

"Minsky..".

In the interrogation room, the girl smiled, and somehow that made it worse.

....to be continued.

Male chauvinists, racists, religious bigots... I classify them under one category. LOSERS!

You're not a loser if you are - a nerd, a loner, a skeptic, an atheist/agnostic etc. Pretty much a free thinker, who challenges society's accepted norms.

Two for the long gap: Pretentious & Pop

Upper image: Moss covered stones, Curliness for Flora & lizard footprints for Fauna.

What do you mean it's not symbolic? *Snark*

Lower Image: I have ... no idea what I was doing here.. Maybe it was an Illuminati inspired fever dream?

Quote: This is important.

“Do you think that your 16 year old daughter hasn’t masturbated already? Like, do you really think there’s anything in that scene that this chick hasn’t already tried when the lights go out at night, or in the bathroom, or in the tub, or with the shower head or something like that? I’m telling you, man, I’m not teaching this broad anything new. If I were to create a rating system, I wouldn’t even put murder right at the top of the chief offenses. I would put rape right at the top, and assault against women. Because it’s so insanely overused and insulting how much it’s overused in movies as a plot device, a woman in peril. That, to me, is offensive, yet that shit skates.”

—	Kevin Smith (director) on the ridiculousness of movies about sex receiving NC-17 ratings while extremely violent movies get by with R ratings.

You stare into the abyss...

...and the abyss calls you rude. The rest are here: http://boredmuse.deviantart.com.

Testing the ping.fm service

I'm sitting on a blank here.

Not quite like:

Rather the boring brain blank Writer's block. You might add an Artist'ss block in there as well. Though I I'd have to be full of myself to call whatever I draw to qualify me as and artist.

I am conceited sometimes, but let's pretend I'm not for a moment. Shall we? So I'll humble it down to designer block. Simply put: Nothing to write / draw comes to mind. Maybe I should draw something about Writer's block to pass the time. Or maybe i should just link you to the tvtropes page Writer's block Montage. By the time your done extricating yourself from that lovely time eater, I may have come up with something again.

Or simply go to my tumblr page: http://boredmuse.tumblr.com/, and look at shiny things.

Mars had air...

...So the scientists say.

Find the full size image on my deviantart account.

Logic v/s Robots

Unemotional calculating humans cannot be labeled machines. Machines are passive mechanical beings with no thought or initiative. They are fed Instructions and perform programmed tasks, after which they spew out results. Cold calculating people can instead be designed as sentient intelligence, transcending humanity to another level. Self-awareness without emotion. if you will.

Why am I talking about this? A lot of writers in fiction, whether it be books, T.V. or movies seem to make this mistake all the time.

Yes, it's quite presumptuous of me to claim that they're wrong and I'm right. But this just irks me. It's a popular topic, and many writers just jump on the 'in-thing' bandwagon without doing any research.

Look up MB-TI websites and read about personality types and their multiple variations. They are explained simply enough. If bored teenagers and employees can do it. So can you.

Read Asimov & at the very least, please. Spock is not Data.

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Broken Elevator

Not one of quite one of my Pictogram series.
Think of it as a Conceptual album cover.

That's a girl in a overalls and a toolbelt, wearing a welders's mask.

Drawn in a pen and scanned. Edited in photoshop.

Third in my series of Pictograms and Photo series.

The radioactive icon.

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Bilingual Bonus in German:
It means Poisonous, Toadstool poisonous.

A larger verison can be seen at my DeviantArt account.

Second in my series of Pictograms and Photo combo.

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I thought I'd make the second one minimalist in contrast to the first one.

Btw, that's my coffee cup at work.

Neil Gaiman in his Essay Some Strangeness in the Proportion: The Exquisite Beauties of Edgar Allan Poe has this to say.

Read the poems aloud. Read the stories aloud. Feel the way the words work in your mouth, the way the syllables bounce and roll and drive and repeat, or almost repeat. Poe’s poems would be beautiful if you spoke no English (indeed, a poem like “Ulalume” remains opaque even if you do understand English — it implies a host of meanings, but does not provide any solutions). Lines which, when read on paper, seem overwrought or needlessly repetitive or even mawkish, when spoken aloud reshape and reconfigure.

(You may feel peculiar, or embarrassed, reading aloud; if you would rather read aloud in solitude I suggest you find a secret place; or if you would like an audience, find someone who likes to be read to, and read to him or to her.)

The same thing happened to me when I read Poe’s poem “The Raven”. But I digress.

Poetry is usually not my thing. I don’t read things out loud. Reading is a solitary activity for me.

But not in this case. I had no audience. But the poem simply demanded to be read out loud. Now I see on of my favourite authors writing the same thing about Poe.

Funny huh.

Pictograms are universally recognized signs across the world.
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I snapped of this pic when I was in Delhi last year, for work related reasons. The restaurant is caleed "Punjab by Nature". Photoshop CS3 was used.

As usual can be found here.

In my quest to waste more time and try out new things, I cam across

a visual blogging site called glogster.

This is the result.

You can view the full version here.

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The mindscape of a person who is inflexible in his or her views of what's right and wrong can get a little...twisted.

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A fictional ad poster.
Imagine a world set in the near future. A mysterious ad poster has shown up all around the city overnight. On the same day strange VR device shows up on the underground market, which you can plug directly into your television. The device promises a fully immersive 3D experience. The device is an instant hit. As is the VR channel that has launched alongside it. Except that a few days later. People who use it start becoming addicted and slowly slip into a coma...
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A list post...a list possst....because I'm lazy. My own updates later.

My top 5 favourites on deviantart, in no particular order. Something to aspire to.

10 of diamonds by `hakubaikou

Wish upon a star by ~ellaine

graphic assault by *elpinoy

Machinery of the Stars by =alexiuss

Mandatory Guitarist by ~fonzfonzfonz