Argus Mondiguing

Here, there, everywhere... What does it matter anyway?!

Storywriter, B-U-M (Yes, all I do is sit. So?)

Poetry, (Writing is a less strenuous alternative to exercise) Gaming, Storywriting, Plot conceptualization, Daydreaming and mostly... Animes (though i have cut back on that)

Good old fashioned fantasy novels, (Trying to get a hold of the entire "Xanth Series" by Piers Anthony) The VI Warshawski series and your all-around pal, the dictionary!!!! (Though I rarely read anymore)

(The first three are my favourites in order, the rest all hold the same value for me) 1. Waterworld 2. Dances With Wolves 3. Postman 4. Equilibrium 5. Fahrenheit 911 6. The Whole Ten Yards 7. The Whole Nine Yards 8. Imagining Argentina 9. Dead Poet's Society 10. (Insert some anime movies here)

No specific genre holds my undivided attention.

Cutting back on viewing, probably "Lost, House, Gundam SEED, Ally Mcbeal and Seinfeld Reruns... OH and also reruns of Mad About You.

Scorpio

Time is a treacherous being, playing with the hopeful, the hateful, the lost, the fearful, the lonely... All of us are susceptible to its unyielding passing, every moment an eternitys worth of torment to those bound to dark memories, or perhaps a brief gleam of false hope to those stranded on the shores of despair. In its presence we dwell, and in its presence we shall falter, and in its silent, mocking continuity we shall perish, broken, battered and ultimately defeated by its unseen sands. It is the perfect weapon, untouchable, invisible, eternal and without mercy. The universe itself will see its end, leaving in its wake... nothing, but the silent, immortal shroud of time...

~Argus Randall~


Slow to change, slow to re-educate, but not necessarily narrow-minded. "Escapism" is a word that hangs around me like leaves on a tree. Gravity is an overrated concept, which is why there are people like me who find themselves with their minds drifting elsewhere. Yeah, I have my head in the clouds, what's it to you?! I'm an ass, i'll admit that, I shoot my mouth off a lot too, deal with it. Here's a small piece I wrote, a tribute and also an oath for aviators in both the figurative and literal sense. Perfect for one like me, a perpetual dreamer. I live in my thoughts so to speak, so don't be surprised if I seem distant.

~Avian Battlecry~

Blessed are those who fly with and within dreams
Honor. Pride. Wrathful grace. Unhindered beauty
The skies are our canvas, and we shall remain in it
For so long as wings of steel allow us to sing our songs

We know no limits but our mortality
We know no rules but our yearning for peace
We know no home but the realm of sun and stars
Yes, we know fear. We also know it is meant to be bested.

Fly to live, live to fly. For peace. For life. For our world.
We fight


~Argus~

Heck if you liked that then that's cool with me. If not, then frack the hell off my case and find someone else to bother!

Really don't care, and i'm not much for this friendster hooblah anyway. Having friends you can count but can't really count on? Fracking priceless... I can WRITE pretty good shyt, but I AM NOT AT ALL too brilliant. If I were, I'd know what the frack "pi" is. So don't ask me out to chess or scrabble, my head's not stuck on straight enough for that crap! Oh yeah, by the way... Merry Christmas to the doomed human race!!!