I'm going to dry my clothes on the line today and save energy. Wheat! whee
· Fri Apr 22, 2011 @ 10:04pm · 0 Comments
||Convenient Links to Righteous Word Games
Here's my scrapbook, where I keep treasured gifts and things.
My original screen name was Creek..Feet. That's why you'll see it in a lot of the drawings and poems and things here.
From blue-owl. Go to his art shop! He also has an auction monthly for profiles.
A widdle wibble of a amination made for me and Wolfie by Lysine:
more art by blue-owl (who also designed my profile)
Wedding Day... that's right, the beautiful bride is my Wolfy! =^x~=
art by Tashkilat
Prom Night. Note the fabulous overlapping of our names!
Thank you to Lady Rat for this beautiful animated version of my Butterfriday casual butterfly arena entry which did fairly well, actually! Rank 54.
Thanks to blue-owl for profile design & blinkies: [/size:f4d4e13179] [/color:f4d4e13179]
[img:f4d4e13179]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/monkey1ae/BlinkieCreek.gif[/img:f4d4e13179] [img:f4d4e13179]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/monkey1ae/BlinkieLoon.gif[/img:f4d4e13179][img:f4d4e13179]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/monkey1ae/BlinkieOtter.gif[/img:f4d4e13179] [img:f4d4e13179]http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y227/monkey1ae/BlinkiePiggy.gif[/img:f4d4e13179]
If this cupcake fib should become its own meme, remember that you saw it here first. Although I must credit Lysine for the inspiration! I believe she said something about cupcakes and fibs first, and then I said I would make that.
Where's Trespassers W?
If I'm not here or in the Hundred Acre Wood,
I'm writing writing writing.
That's good, isn't it?
But that means I'm neglecting my rp,
and my charity
and all my wonderful Gaia friends.
That's bad, isn't it.
So sorry. So sad.
But I'm having so much fun...
writing writing writing!
Owls and osprey glide
Through the treetops, rest and watch
Twilight mouse and fish.
[b:f4d4e13179]E[/b:f4d4e13179]grets and otters
Reside splashing along this
Stream of consciousness.[/color:f4d4e13179][/size:f4d4e13179]
What does everyone like? Well, yeah, parfait, but also bukkets.
Here's the Cirque RP.
will be shunned.
Smart people will go here
and read page 1
barış, sulh, fois scots, salaam, shalom, vrede, paix, frieden, pace, fred, paz, ειρήνη, pax, мир, peace...
tell me in another language![/color:f4d4e13179]
Bebop? Now you can play with Bird! Bird Lives!
For my birthday, commissioned by DarkBunnykins heart
A doodle by Owinari:
With butterfly wings, by Arian Rayne:
With my darling Wolfram Lee Ysud, by blue-owl:
A Creek wallpaper by blue-owl, resized so I can show it off here:
By The Ritzy:
Get out your microscope, because here is mini-Creek by J 4 C K !
A doodle for me by Astroasis!
Blinkies by blue-owl:
chibis by Arian Rayne:
An avi edit from chilecavy~guineapig! Squee!
Astroasis found a couple of my quotations from the Intelli-Thread worthy of immortalization!
Once when I had to be away from Gaia a lot for a few months, blue-owl wrote this poem, which, along with all my friends' well-wishes, made me want to and 4laugh all at the same time!
"The sun sets to end the joyous day
Deep below the ground,
As the last red begins to decay
A crying moon is found
The still creek is soft and sound,
Yet no one is asleep
Faces solem all day round,
And no one dares to peep;
I hope the river, running deep
Will flow in joy again,
Put waves of sorrow in a heap
So I can have back my friend;
Before, the happiness had no end
Coming from dear Creek,
Now there is less fun to send
And no joy left to seek;
I look forward to the day she peeks
Back on to always play,
Each day she's gone it seems a week;
For the moon is here to stay."
Moon Over the Creek,
Here's the wish fairy by oxalis, for my Wish Fairy Charity:
By laserhamster, for my Yuletide Fairy quest!
And by thelatao, for same:
By Toxic City, for my birthday:
From chilecavy~guineapig, for my birthday!
An honored friend created this picture of three of the original-est members of Cirque de la Lune!
This lovely graphic was a thankyou for donating to Azildin's OMG Quest... a very worthy cause!
Frequent consumers of acronyms will be aware of the salamander rebellion often referred to there. Laserhamster illustrated the salamander ninja.
Piggy made me a coin. Awww.
Mysterious and magical, the wild bird that you seek,
May be found a-wading, down the deep, starlit creek
It's me, by laserhamster!
when night falls on the creek - beware!
of birdsong coming from beyond.
with flowers in her muddy hair,
on creek-feet stalking, queen of the pond.
Another gift from laserhamster:
Here's my double haiku for Cocoa, the Cocker Spaniel we rescued:
My spaniel is fat.
I said, "He'll eat anything
that's not nailed down."
He said, "That's not true!
Nail down a nice pork chop
and I will eat that!"
And here's Cocoa himself, by blue-owl!
Here's Cora, the Athshean/Tralfamadorian wildlife biologist at Dochas RPG, as rendered by blue-owl!
And here (also by blue-owl) is the whole gang from Dochas:
With tuna, a photo by Piggy-dear! (chilecavy~guineapig)
From the haiku game: the last line of the one before me was, "All is a lie, now."
All is a lie now.
I put on my Lie-Glasses.
They make things look false.
Here's Paloma, by Creek..Feet!
My entry in the avatar arena:
Hear a splash in the creek,
by the light of the moon.
See a feathery freak.
Is she some kind of loon?
She's an odd bird, but shy.
Though she's so very bright
if she sees you she'll fly
and she'll stay out of sight.
Still on a June night,
softly sing your best songs
and she may not take flight
but stay where she belongs:
Here on Gaia, where the wild
are praised and beguiled.
(My first ever entry in the arena.)
Hey, I didn't do too badly! 283 out of the top 500, and 6.530 average rating. My avatar was rated 1051 times. Interesting experience... didn't think I would do it again, though. I remembered after I'd already entered, that I don't like competitions! xd
But I did do it again. I entered as The Big Bang and took 10th place! Amazing. And that's it for my arena career. Proving to myself that I could place was gratifying. Thanks, nice voters!
I painted da bunny aqua, and blue-owl took this picture. Now don't nobody try no funny stuff or da pretty aquabunny gets painted puce!
Puppy Love: Photos by chilecavy~guineapig!
Here are Marshall (Wheeliecopter) and Valentino (Kuku), the magnificent one-year-old mutts.
Membership Card ^ by Eni.gma.
This is from DarkBunnykins! Thanks! heart
· Sun Apr 16, 2006 @ 02:23am · 0 Comments
Ooh! I emptied it! Continue to the first entry for babblings.
· Fri Apr 14, 2006 @ 11:18pm · 0 Comments
||The Babblings According to Creek
Stuff was created by the Great Dancer when in a fit of exuberance she danced her random delight across the void, and Stuff just appeared behind her, all unbeknownst-like. Some Stuff was wonderful, some was awkward, some was downright ugly but it was all bits of The Dance. The spontanaeity of it all makes it all okie dokie. That is why the Great Dancer is also known as She Who Must Not Be Blamed. Our job is to smooth the flaws, right the wrongs, live our lives in the ways that make The Dance more beautiful, the more it is danced.
Throw the beliefs on the wall with a smash!
Mull and ponder, mix and mash!
If thesis and antithesis
make synthesis, then what is this?
Voyager through the cosmic wastes
who weaves, unravels, cuts and pastes,
you open a book with an open mind
then go outside to see what you'll find,
trying to bring the eternal nearer,
seeking divinity, look in the mirror;
Doin' the dialectic boogie!
O let me with my language be precise
and strengthening my grasp, express just so
the niceties that people find so nice,
nor let me e'er forget where commas go.
Let me with my vocabulary broad
express succinctly and with a straight face
comments discreet and not the least bit odd,
unwieldy, verbose or out-of-place!
If inarticulate I'm ever found
let me be tarred and feathered on a rail
for by the Writer's Code I'm duty bound
to chat-speak ne'er on boards or in email.
I have a way with words, but willy-nilly,
I try to get away with words too silly.
A game I'm playing by meselfish:
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
- Lord Byron
Alright, now let me drive a nail in the Byronic coffin.
She Walks In Gaia
She walks in Gaia, like teh n00b
Of begging posts and wretched 1337;
And all that's worst of any boob
Meet in her to make grief complete:
Please dress her in a modest cube
So in her undies we won't meet.
One scarf the more, one plushie pile,
Has so impair'd the nameless gawk
Who posts with every yellow smile,
when I was looking for straight talk;
Still questing for more, all the while.
Can someone hide her 'neath a rock?
And with what cheek, and with what gall,
So blatant, though she seems a lamb,
doth she send pm's to us all
to tell of gifts that are a scam.
A mind conspiring to sprawl
in every gutter known. Hawt damn.
This one is for The Intelli-Gent, who earned it:
How can my brain find cleverness to solve,
While thou dost post, that pours’t into thy thread
Thine own sweet puzzlement, too much involv’d
For all the vulgar brain cells in my head?
O! give thy self the thanks, from time to time,
If I with wit, if not with brevity
Do post a smart riposte or charming rhyme,
For ‘tis thy mirth that sparks my levity.
Be thou a second Sphinx, more worthy riddling
Than that old noseless bore off in the sands;
And whom thy challenge answers merely fiddling
Infernal numbers fashioned by thine hands.
If my slight brain Intellipoints doth earn,
’Tis done despite my wit, which doth adjourn.
With apologies to Shakespeare who
How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O! give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
· Thu Apr 13, 2006 @ 05:58pm · 0 Comments