The Last Frontier

And so...I've been looking through my old blogs and stuff...but I've found that I really don't have any left, except for Myspace.
I mean, its not like I need to look back on those times, but I miss them now. Well not the times, but the remembrance. I had something I could look back on that just screamed "this happened" and "I was there". But they're all gone now. 'Tis a shame.

But we all move along. And I am fine with that. And so here, and the fated Myspace become now my final frontier of blogging, of giving my deepest, most inner thoughts, to prove that I am here now.
Though I am not much, I never was, there was certainly a time I thought that I was all that and a bag of chips. But I can say I have quite humbled in recent years. So you won't find any "pity me" blogs, you won't find over exaggerated explanations of my misery, which I can really say I don't have too much of right now. But one thing you will always find with me...awkward wordings and random archaic words in my sentences.

As we said misery, let's just think on what misery I even have. Ok I can think of only one real thing. I am in no emotional pain, nor am I in any spiritual pain. I am quite content with those areas of my life :-)
ITS PHYSICAL PAIN. When will this headache end?! My body is like death. But that's...just something you gotta live with. No deep thoughts here.

There are always two sides to the story. And there are two ends of the spectrum. There is the hurt, and there is the joy. Sometimes one's hurt is another's joy, sometimes one's joy is another's hurt. Sometimes one's hurt is another's hurt as well, and the same with joy. But we won't make this too confusing for the casual reader.
In life, I wish to say we all find that joy, but I know better that hurt is much more prevalent in it all. But to those who find that joy, it's something you just cannot let go of. It becomes too precious, and you hold onto it with all you can. And there is nothing wrong with that.
So I say to all of those who have found what they're looking for, keep it, hold it, never let it go. Don't take anything for granted. Keep what's important, important. Let go of what is useless and vain.
And to those who still haven't found what they're looking for, keep looking. The best advice I can ever give is nothing short of an urge. And the best gift I can ever give is nothing short of love. And the best I can ever be is nothing short of me.




I'm not down and out just yet, kids. Come to me, sweet ibuprofen!

Towards Forever

Time truly is an odd thing, ya know. As autumn approaches, and the weather begins to cool, I think of ice, and of time. Sometimes we wish we could return to the past, to an easier time, and sometimes even a happier time. Sometimes we love where we are, and want time to stand still, to never change from how it is, and sometimes we long for these times to change, for the future to come so soon.
There was once a piece of my life where Time was my worst enemy. What I wanted was in the past, my future looked horrid, and I could not stop the decay of time. But, times have changed. I have grown. I have seen. And now I am no longer trapped in those chains of time, no longer trapped in those chains of ignorance. Life is a constant growing and changing. But this is a message to those who have not come here yet, who are trapped.
In life there will always be problems, troubles. But also life is growing. We grow, we learn, we move one from the pain. Though sometimes we have pains that seem to never go away, permanent lacerations. Maybe they will not go away, but we all gain things to mask it, we get used to it, it gets a little easier to deal with. That I assure you.
You learn what is important. You learn to keep it.
And you learn to throw away what is unimportant.

We'll Fly Tonight

Its been a while since we last talked, oh dear blog. A while indeed. Times have changed. Now I am out of high school. But hear about me, is not the purpose of this! Its to spill my mind into the world! I saw a show today, the theme of which was that everyone makes their own reality. What does that have to do with what I have to say? Not much really, there is only one reality. Maybe many different ways to perceive it, but one reality nonetheless.
But verily, I need something. I have been lacking something in my creativeness as of late. I have 3 groups of 3, and a 4th group, and an alien. Well kinda. This year is tying up loose ends. Either way I know not where to go from where I am. I have a group of government FBI agents etc., a group who believes the way the world is run is wrong and thus are taking over, the fourth is made of a reporter and her cameraman, and an archeologist, and the third group...well thats the problem. WHAT ARE THEY DOING?

And Im pretty sure Im immune to strep throat now.

I'll fill my next post with something much deeper next time. But this is enough for tonight. Welcome me back!

Seven - Something or another

And so I post another one. Things have been going smoothly indeed, all is going according to plan. So my Bubble Existence has been finalized, moving on, we find ourselves nearing the end. The true identity of Elba must be realized as Aziz, so I must introduce a tiny bit about Aziz himself.
And that is where his palace comes in. Im thinking a very Japanese feel to him, as is in most of the Mind Existence. It has been hidden and abandoned by him for a very (very) long time, and taken by something else. It is within a "kingdom" that only appears during the first full moon of the season at midnight, and the window into it lasts but only an hour. And it appears by some random lake. I dunno. I'll name it after one of the moon's maria or something.

But enough about that, and more about the good things in life. I got my haircut. I definitely needed it, I can't stand having hair as long as I did. I can't pull off short hair, but I don't like hyper long girly hair. And so it is cut.
I got nothing else to say.

Unfortunately 2 in 1 Day - 6 - IPod Project

Dominic Allen

Narwhals:
Power Point
Showing how cool they are in hopes of limiting the killing of innocent Narwhals.
Pictures
Interesting info + dangers they have
Probably some background music

What I need is an Ipod to put this on, and just some brief research online, including finding images and music.

- Because Narwhals really are just SO cool.

5 - Life, Circles, and 2

Ok so I'm like sick or something, my throat has been killing me recently. And I was supposed to go to a concert last night but when we got there they told us they were sold out. That wasn't too happy. But I am glad this week is almost over, I NEED the weekend. I need to sleep in, I have got like, no sleep all week. Even more no sleep than I usually get.
Well, I suppose I should get on a topic now. A topic of...life. Life has been going on since the dawn of life, and creatures that live just have to live through it. I really just hate this keyboard, I'm sorry, its just getting to me... Anyway thats life. The end.

My story has now hit its general season of inactivity now, as usually happens. I get going on something, I get stuck, I get a break, it starts over again. A cycle. A circle.
Which is one of the reasons circles are the best shapes. It never ends, it is predictable, it doesn't break. Circles are really nice...unlike triangles. In triangles, how can you pick one side over the other? It goes, but there are three different angles involved! When in life things come in two, add a third and there is problems. Make the two a circle and things are good. But no, no need for threesomes goin' on around here.
While on the topic of threes and twos, two is a pretty sweet number anyway. Like I said, things in life come in twos, in pairs. So much so that Im not even going to list it. But two is good. But so is three, three is perfect, because though life comes in twos, there is always that third piece that does not come so easily. Mind, body, spirit now! (And truly, that fabled Third Way through life does not exist. In the world of good and evil, there is no middle ground, and yet that is where we are. Our grey is only to make people feel better about themselves, because people are generally wayyyy too prideful...but I shouldn't be talking.) My number is 22, so that just makes 2 even better anyway. But enough of this.
Fare thee well kids, until next time.

Quatro - Complaining

Im actually not going to continue off of the last blog, haha. Im wayyyy too tired for that right now. So to keep me awake, I am going to...talk about how February is almost over, and March is almost here, which means spring is almost here.
Im sick of the cold. Im tired of the snow, its not even giving me the snow days I desire, so I hate it. I want spring, I want warm weather, I want summer! And spring is one step closer to that.
Allright so that lasted long...talking about spring. Ok. Ah! I hate this keyboard! The buttons are messed up, all of the number buttons are backwards, so like when I press nine, it comes up as 2 because it is where two should be. And the m and n buttons are switched too. Someone really needs to fix this. And I need my music. I am so tired, I want to go to bed, I want my music, I want to create something; none of these things I can do right now! And Im cold too, I told you, I hate the cold. I can tolerate it, but that doesn't mean I like it.
Enough of random complaining, next time I will actually get onto a subject. A subject of...neatness.

Oh and a maniac laughed at me last night at Wal-Mart. Some creepy guy was sitting outside and I was carrying a bag of ice melt salt to the car, and he started saying something about how I was going to fall on the ice outside and all. Then I just gave a fake laugh kinda thing and walked away, but he kept going on about it, and started laughing like a mad man! He sounded like a rapist or serial killer, you take your pick. Either way, he was terrifying. (And then I started kinda running away, during which I DID slip and fall on the ice, but luckily he didnt notice. He was too busy laughing.)
Ok bye now.

#3 - Absolutely Nothing - The Bubble Existence

Aaalllright now. So it is yet another day, time to get personal! Because my short-lived February vacation has now come to a close. It was fun while it lasted, except for the migraine I had Saturday night (why can't those things hit at more convenient times?), but that one didn't last long so its all good.
How about instead of rambling on about myself, however, I turn to that which has been annoying me for quite some time now, something I like to call the Bubble Existence.
So as you all know by now (you better know at least...), I am a Creator. In my story I have, however, come to a...bump. A plot bump, so to speak.
I have the protagonist Canus Gris, I have the antagonist Elba, and I have this slight problem of Elba being godlike and Canus being...not. He needs something to change in order to possibly go up against this Elba, and for that I have come up with the Bubble Existence. But my problem is...why? Why does he go there, he is led into said existence by a certain character of noble motives, and yet Elba also wants him to go there for not-noble motives. But I DONT KNOW WHY! I have the players, I have the settings, I have the motives, I just don't have the reason.

So instead of thinking out loud here, I will explain the Bubble Existence. In my world Existence is made up of a basic five planes, it is nice, it is ordered. But this Bubble Existence is just as it sounds, a pocket of Existence within Existence, undetected and unknown to anyone who hasn't been in it to begin with. Within this specific Bubble is a sort of frozen time-space, but not really, because time is still moving. What I mean is...it is a section of time within an older part of my story that is kinda continuing on within it's own closed circut here.
But Alas, this is going to have to wait for another day, my time here is limited (oh how I despise time).
More on The Bubble Existence later

The Second Post - Elba and Naming

Alright, so now you may know I have a story. What you may not know is the character "Elba", whom I was trying to name after an ancient Syrian city known as Ebla, which had something to do with Sargon the Great (or Sargon of Akkad). Either way, my dyslexia kicked in and I accidentally named the characted Elba instead of Ebla. Elba being that island Napoleon was exiled to and whatnot. Who cares about that...
Now, there was a reason I specifically needed a more Middle Eastern name, I was looking more specifically for Arabic (which I did find). It is because the name scheme of this particular character is Arabic, Elba not even being his real name. Because, as anyone with any sort of creativity knows, name schemes can be a good thing.

On the subject of naming, although it can be good to have schemes and such, its not bad to make up random names off the top of your head...its just not good. Not professional, I should say. Names are very important when it comes to creating your character. I've seen numerous novices complain that names "should be completely random and not mean anything because in real life thats how it is!" ...novices. Any fool will know, fiction writing is not real life. And it is not meant to be real life because it is fiction! You should only use completely random, meaningless naming in cases of satire, or if you are a pro, like myself.
Because I tell you, the only time I used completely random names off the top of my head (if you even want to consider what I named them names..), it turned out to be some of the most well-developed, unique, and interesting characters I have ever created. But like I said, you gotta be a pro.

Oh those were the good old days...the days of Vyse Alexander DeCrow! What a glorious time! The characters had such flare, such personality! The story was serious underneath, but had a nice, upbeat, energetic, light feel to it! Such perfection in seeming imperfection! I have never been able to achieve such greatness as in those days. The heir to the throne of DeCrow, who had fallen down with amnesia, Vyse DeCrow, struggles against his father's killer, and numerous other villains whom he befriends along the way, from his (also amnesia stricken) former guardian Splyce and Vyse's robotic clone Mecha Vyse, created by the eccentric Japanese scientist Nokihama Serijou to The Moonchild and so much more! *sigh* Those were the days...

But I digress. Nowadays there isn't anything wrong with my story and characters, its just...they don't have that same feel. I have Nox the Aether Elemental, Magi and the Seeds of the Universe, Canus Gris and Xibalba and Elba. These are schemed names, meaningful names. They are important, they serve their purpose, and they are good. They help organize a story, they help make it more publishable, more understandable, deeper, etc.
But I tell you, the days of Vyse have truly never gone away. Even unto this day some characters from that glorious era will pop up every now and then, as the plot dictates.

And so, Elba's name scheme just happened to be Arabic, as is everything connected directly to Elba himself as the head. But this is enough for one day. I hope you now understand and appreciate the compexity and importance of naming! If you don't, then too bad for you. Good day!

First Blog - My Favorite Subject

Myself. Alright, so I am Dominic J. Allen and I'm sure everyone would like to know about me, because well...I'm just that awesome. But where to begin?
How about I begin with saying that I will probably blog about my interests, which are, of course, very complicated things such as whatever I want. (Fun, abstract sort of things that only the best people like myself could understand.)

Now to be nice and not come off so self-centered as I talk about myself. And my beliefs. And whatever. I just need to get at least a first blog done here.
So I am a writer at heart, a creator. I create...things. Not boring dumb useless things, but useful, not to dumb boring useless things, but useful things as well. We can start with this. I have a story I have been working on for nearly 6 years now. I would say I am writing it, but its more other stuff than actually writing.... Either way thats what I do. It is highly complicated and spans over many different plots, many different characters, worlds, lives, times. And its not some dumb "Oh Im poor living in a growing America" or any other sentimental garbage stories with no real action in them. Well maybe there is some sentimentality, I'm a man with feelings you know. Real men have feelings and aren't afraid to show them. ANYWAY its a fantasy/sci-fi/theologically stuffed sort of thing...mhm.
I am also a self-proclaimed psychologist, I am awesome at digging into people, and helping where needed. And all the fun stuff that goes along with that.
Well I feel this is enough for right now, I will get into more in-depth and specific things later. But this is fine. Goodnight. (Morning actually, but whatever.)