tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-152630122011-04-21T11:59:57.355-07:00Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263012.post-1160300439131963682006-10-08T02:26:00.000-07:002006-10-08T02:40:39.766-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/pan2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/pan2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/Pinhead.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/Pinhead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/Oberon2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/Oberon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/halloween3.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/halloween3.png" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263012-116030043913196368?l=godsandmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263012.post-1159939444870934192006-10-03T22:22:00.000-07:002006-10-08T02:43:25.373-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/pan3.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/pan3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/lupin3.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/lupin3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/untitled.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/untitled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/goblin3.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/goblin3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/jackfrost1.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/jackfrost1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263012-115993944487093419?l=godsandmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263012.post-1146323210550421242006-04-29T07:58:00.000-07:002006-04-29T08:06:50.566-07:00Here I am slightly tipsy on New Zealand wine. Lindauer Rose, if anyone has the chance to try it. I'm in my element in the quiet wee hours of the morning while everyone sleeps and the night creatures rome. The is a great video by Plecebo on the tv and suddenly I realize that I'm a long way from where I started. I've put in my resume to Weta Workshop. I don't know if anything will come of it, but now I'm officially off the charts. I passed what I had set out to do. Now what? What do you do when you passed all planning when you can no longer see the horizon? Do you keep sailing? You can either sail off the side of the earth or you can simply trust that you'll hit land somewhere in the uncharted lands. Godspeed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263012-114632321055042124?l=godsandmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263012.post-1128577182825081312005-10-05T22:33:00.000-07:002005-10-05T22:39:42.833-07:00In the wee hours everything is quiet. I'm looking at a huge stack of clutter, a huge stack of half read books, thinking of a huge stack of projects that I want to do. Nothing is ever done. No one is ever finished. I feel like Sisyphus. So why am I so happy about that fact? I have no idea so I'm gonna go watch tv. It's good to be the king.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263012-112857718282508131?l=godsandmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263012.post-1124983923939010622005-08-25T08:27:00.000-07:002005-08-25T08:32:03.946-07:00Who was trying to find a needle lost in a haystack? Was it a joke pulled by some mischievous or vindictive child? Was this needle so important that you had to look in a stack of hay to find it? I ask myself these questions as I attempt to sift through piles and piles of clothes to find my white shirt.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263012-112498392393901062?l=godsandmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263012.post-1124161968731964602005-08-15T20:07:00.000-07:002005-08-15T20:14:01.296-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/1600/1520rain.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5224/1407/320/1520rain.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Sometimes the moment is just good enough.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">That is when the magic comes through.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263012-112416196873196460?l=godsandmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263012.post-1123612289708849782005-08-09T11:25:00.000-07:002005-08-09T11:31:29.713-07:00We make our offerings to our gods and away we go.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263012-112361228970884978?l=godsandmonsters.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Darrylhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12534975341719115660noreply@blogger.com1