Started writing a dream journal.
The first thing I do after waking up is recording my dreams as accurately as possible.
Perhaps this could be the first step towards my goal of having lucid dreams!
Avatarist's CreedAvatarist’s Creed:Avatarist's Creed by MoseyHosey
I believe in our Holy Bryke the Blessed.
Creator of Avatar: The Last Airbender and Avatar: The Legend Of Korra;
and his two mortal form, Michael Dante Dimartino and Bryan Konietzko;
who were conceived by the Nickelodeon,
suffered under the Shyamalan; were crucified on The Last Airbender,
they descended into the Hollywood racism.
The second year, they rose again and gave us Korra.
They ascended to reassume their immortal form as Bryke,
and commands the Fandom with the Holy Spirit The Track Team by his right side.
From thence, he shall come to judge the fans and the haters.
I believe in the The Track Team,
I believe in the the Blessed Avatar Fandom,
the communion of the Avatarists,
the forgiveness for racism,
the resurrection of a live action Avatar movie,
and the Avatar cycle everlasting.
Bryke's PrayerBryke’s Prayer:Bryke's Prayer by MoseyHosey
Our Bryke, who art in Nickelodeon,
blessed be thy Name.
Thy Avatar come,
them series be done,
on television as it is in comic books.
Give us this day our weekly Avatar chapter;
and forgive us when we attack other shippers
as we forgive other shippers who attack us;
and lead us not in to shipping wars,
but deliver us from the Shyamalan.
For thine is the Avatar and the Canon and the Fandom
Forever and Ever.
Pursuit of a Dreamtechgnotic
Leia em Português|
Trekking at Sunset
by MetaWorks, JoeyVazquez, sanjun
Felipe Cagno’s Long Journey to “The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkang.”
Many deviants know well…
…“The Lost Kids: Seeking Samarkand”, the 200+ pages graphic novel written and created by Brazilian storyteller FelipeCagno.
What few know is the story of how it took him almost a decade to bring this story to the public between script re–writes, produc
Sexism - a story untoldI. A mother scorns her infant boy fordisneynumber1fan
wearing a dress; the fresh print of a
hand mark glows on his cheek.
Meanwhile, his sister plays in shorts
II. Lunchtime and a child, no more than
twelve, hurries home early. Tears
smudge the sleeves of his favourite
shirt as he tries to muffle his sobs.
A girl hit him in the face, but boys must
III. Accused of sexual harassment, a
young man apologizes for complimenting
a lady at the bar. Somewhere in the
crowd, a girl pinches a stranger's bum
whilst her friends screech like hyenas.
She was only mildly flirting with him,
IV. In a restaurant, a woman insists her
date pays the bill. The following day,
he's accused of earning too much and
spending too little.
V. A man is pinned against the wall and
forced into sex. Even though he turns
away, he must enjoy it because he's
just a bloke. Women can't rape men - it
doesn't work like that.
VI. Somewhere in this world, a boy
holds the door open for his crush, a
You May Say I'm An Artist...techgnotic
I am haunted in this holiday season by the opening lines of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities, his novel about a society 250 years ago coming apart in its seemingly irreconcilable divisions. Could it be these lines define where we have come to find ourselves today?
“It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times,
in the age of wisdom,
it was the age of foolishness,
it was the epoch of belief,
it was the epoch of incredulity,
it was the season of Light,
it was the season of Darkness,
it was the spring of hope,
it was th