Do di do di do

I recently began work on an animation based on a story I almost literally dreamed up. It's in the Sci Fi genre, fortunately I don't have to worry about vivid contrasting colours as most of the scenes are either on board the space craft featured in the story, or within the planet's atmosphere so I can use the three primary colours for much of the detail.
When I first began thinking of this story I had a piece of music which I couldn't quite remember playing in my head, just a short part of the piece I could remember, I started using xfiles music to fill in the blanks so I could play the song in my mind as a background thought, and complete the basic plot. Now I have hunted down what might be the piece of mucis I was innitially thinking of and played it repeatedly while I drew the first sketches for the scenes of the animation, now I am considering writing the story as a short novel and from there attempting to produce a short film, as I had originally envisioned the piece.
I am also considering making an original piece of music in the style of the two pieces of music I used to keep me focused on the project, and using that in the final version of the animation or short film.
I feel an appropriate title for this project would be the few bars of music that I was thinking of when I first thought up the story, but it would be very difficult to actually use that name continuously as any commentator would require the skill of playing pan pipes or a pan flute.

blogging

Can anyone tell me why livejournal is so bad?
The spell checker livejournal wiped the blog post I was posting there. It was an intelligent, structured blog entry detailing an observation I had made and when I went to spell check it, the website wiped the entry. Blogger/blogspot is far superior to live journal but I was hoping to separate my longer, well thought out, thoughtful blog entries from my quicker more 'spur of the moment' posts like this one.

It was a good theory I'd come up with. Since I'm typing here anyway, I'm try a shorter version of it, so I can still remember it.

I had observed my own chain of thought which had surprised me.
First I thought I saw or imagined someone doing what I was doing, somewhere else, probably far away, I then thought about psychic thoughts and how I think they personally effect me, then I thought of two extremes of a situation where other peoples thoughts effected an artist's creativity: in one case the artist would be submerged in the thoughts of those around them, interpetting the larger consciousness into creativity, in the other case, the artists were cut off from intense interaction with other people and so their souls or imaginations reach out filling their own space with creativity and perhaps reaching out to the other souls distant from them.

Why do people keep telling me to do stuff I'm about to do anyway? it's annoying and offencive.

Errors

So, it was about 2am and I decided I shouldn't really stay up in the living room all night playing on my laptop, so, I closed the laptop, piled all the cables, headphones and my DS onto in, picked it up and began to head up strairs. As I was on the stairs I decided I probably should unplug the internet thingy so I wouldn't have to make a return trip to do that, after getting back onto the stairs after unplugging the thing, I realised the plan wasn't shutting down the computer for the night it was just going to my room to use it without being disturbed by angry tired people telling me to get to bed. At this point, I had a decision to make. Should I go up, put my laptop on my bed, then return to plug the internet thingy back in, or should I return immediately, making the total distance travelled less, thus reducing the chances of noise disturbing people, so after carefully plugging in the internet box thing, I turned and galloped up the stairs. Galloping... is... noisy! I realised my mistake very quickly, slowing to a walk and creeping to my room, mentally kicking myself. Then I had to answer a call of nature. FLUSH! commencing mental brain slapping.

Oops.

I feel I must apologies for the typos in that previous post. I'm so sorry. It might have annoyed some of you, but then again, you might be apathetic, like cows, you know, those big patchy things that chew stuff all day. Like hats. Ever fed a hat to a cow? I don't think they'd mind, I hear they are apathetic you know.

Hah!

Well, Google is automatically logging me into my blog, I'd like you all to applaud them for that. *claps hands*.

Pulling an all nighter, I tend to get good blogs doing this, or at least I think I do, that could be the tiredness talking (why do I think of a ghost like thing when I personify tiredness?).

In other news: "Hah! I got my browser windows to pile on top of each other on the task bar!" I may have more browser windows open than I need. Nearly a dozen Windows live windows open, half a dozen IE windows, a Firefox window and a file folder. Not bad for blue buttons. One of them is glowing orange, I think that means I should read the message and perhaps reply.

All hail Google, or, you know. be apathetic. Like cows! I hear they are apathetic. Oh well. You're choice. Go watch that cartoon about the little wizard thing. You know, the white one, something about beans. Go on, you might enjoy it. Or, you know, be apathetic about it. Like cows. Your choice, I don't mind.

Good Tidings.

Greetings all, welcome to an example of what one does when an internet game fails to entertain the way it used to. That's really not the reason I'm doing this, it's just something that's recently happened.
There are some people who are starting to think I'm never offline. This is not correct however, as I do have to eat.
I'm an artist and a writer however two things cause me problems here. I have "abnormal colour vision" and I'm dyslexic, I aim to overcome these obsticals however, I have things to be doing so I can't surgically remove the faulty pieces of my brain and replace them with spare parts I manufactured out of a bag of Crisps and a melted slab ofd Edam Cheese, no, I must work with what I have in my contstantly loud brain.
I don't just wear head phones to stop my noise annoying other people, I also wear them so the sound is blasted directly to my brain to drown out some of the more annoying thoughts.
I should have better success with this blog than I did with my old animator blog, since when I was animating a lot more, I wasn't on blogs so much.