Fun with Name Generators

I found a site that's full of name generators... Some of the cheesiest, lamest name generators I've ever, ever seen.  And they are fucking AMAZING.   So amazing, in fact, that I absolutely had to make equally shitty doodles of the shitty names these shitty generators shittily shat out for us. 

Unicorn Names ( http://unicorn.namegeneratorfun.com/ )
Me:
"Bracken Charming Legs
Bracken is generous of spirit and always thinks the best of others.
He is charming and cheerful,
and he dances away the thunderstorms"

"Zu:
Grass Jolly Saddle
Grass loves to look after the other unicorns.
He is a jolly, brightly-coloured pony,
and he brings happy dreams and sweet sleep."

Dragon names ( http://dragon.namegeneratorfun.com/ )

Me:
"Xyabqon Scarlet-Beast The Blazing
He bathes in oceans of flame!
He has scales as scarlet as deadly toadstools.
He is a fierce fighter with fang and claw. This one's animal nature is unrestrained. "

Zu:
"Kzuck Chaos-Scales The Chaos Bringer
He breathes lightning and scorches the very air!
He is a chameleon dragon with scales that change colour depending on mood.
He has great plates of bone that form a strong, protective armour. Nothing can defeat this dragon. "

So apparently my dragon name is rolling your face across the keyboard, and Zu is the mayor of Mary-Sue Town.



I'll add more of these sometime probably.  It's fun.

Take the thingers, find out your names, and lemme know in the comments!

My love has school today for an hour.  We have a handful of places in that area we wanted to go, to partake of consumerism and the like, so I decided why the hell not go too.  An hour of quiet time to organize my thoughts, read and doodle doesn't sould like a half bad way to spend the time.  So, with my trusty bag of wonders in-hand and the taste of coffee still on my breath, away we went.  And here I am.

 

Just me, my thoughts, and my wonderful car Coelacanth.

 

 

 

 

Now, I say that without a lick of sarcasm in the mix.  She really is an absolutely wonderful car, and means the world to me.  My family found her for us right around when we got engaged, so she's been in our lives for a while now.  She always takes good care of us, never complains too much, is great on gas, and runs as if she just rolled off the lot yesterday.  I truly do love my sweet little Coelacanth to pieces.

 

 

That said, she does tend to have one hell of a personality.  She's a spicy girl, and can be demanding about her needs.  Sometimes, though, I could swear she's looking out for us.  If we try to take her into a situation she doesn't like, she'll damn well let us know.

 

 

"It's snowing out.  The roads are bad.  Twenty seems like a good speed to do.  What, you gonna try to push it? Twenty-five? Fine. Looks like we're just all gonna do whatever the hell we want, then.  Know what? I feel like going another direction than you want.  Yeah, we're just gonna go this way now. Uh oh, a snowbank. Gonna slow down? Drive like a not-idiot? ...Back to twenty.  Damn right.  That's more like it.    And next time, don't try me.  Bitch."

 

She's in her teenage years, so I guess it's only natural she be a bit edgy and rebellious.  

  

 

 

Today was one of her rebellious teenager days.

It's chilly out.  My circulation isn't the greatest, and tip-tapping away at the keys to verbally scribble these thoughts down isn't enough physical action to keep my hands warm.  I'm usually stubborn about waiting these things out without caving in and making the temperature comfier, 'cause there's no challenge quite like a totally pointless challenge, but my fingernails beginning to turn blue felt like a good reason to put that aside for a while.  They're generally not encouraged to do that, even if it does look kinda cool.

 

 

 

So, I pop my keys in to turn on the engine for a few.  Warm it up in here just a bit.  Giving Coelacanth the perfect opportunity to voice her displeasure with our not replacing her two crappy tires yet.  Her two fronts are cracked to hell and back, and have the not-slow-iest slow leaks I've ever seen.  We fill them up weekly, but they still manage to be flat more often than they should be.  (Thankfully at this point I've made her an appointment to get those replaced tomorrow morning, so she only has to put up with this one more day). 

She wants those new tires. She demands those new tires.  She's sick as hell of having to limp around on flat, wobbly sadness crap.  Her cries of displeasure, to her, must be heard 'round the world, til her foolish owner tends to this slight.  'Cause as soon as that key went in, she started screaming at the top of her lungs.

 

 

 

I've never heard her alarm go off for entering keys before.  I didn't know what the hell to do to turn it off, because she's yelling about her own damn keys.  It was kinda like an infant screaming at its own favourite toy ...what the hell do you use to quiet it down then?

 

 

 

 

I take my keys out.  BEEEEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.   I try putting them back in. 
BEEEEEEEEEEEP.  YELLYELLYELL. CARNOISES.  In disbelief that this didn't do anything, I repeat it a few more times.  MORENOISEMORENOISEMORENOISE.  It never ends.  My ears are ringing, I'm flailing my keys about in frantic efforts to silence this one-car orchestra, frantically wondering if anyone's gonna think I'm trying to steal my own car and try to arrest me or some crap, and all I wanted to do was warm up a little.  Well, I'm plenty warm from all the arm-noodling panic now.  So I guess there's that.

Finally, at last, I manage to silence my car's temper tantrum by hopping out, locking the door and unlocking it again.  For whatever reason escapes me, this worked.  Whatever, at least it's quiet now, and I'm not chilly anymore.  Which is good, because now I'm hesitant to dare try my own keys to turn on the engine again. 

 

 

Such petty revenge, Coelacanth.  You're better than this.  Is this the level you really want to sink to?

As a humbled and defeated me flops back into my seat, I could've sworn that if cars were physically able to smirk like smug little asses, mine would have been doing it something fierce now.  Next time the engine starts, I could swear the sound was like laughter.  Mean little laughter.  You know what you did, Coelacanth, and I know you're not sorry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The floor

...IT'S LAAAVVAAAAHHHHH

Ah ah ah!

Hospital Waiting Room Bingo

Doctors' offices are weird.  In order to make my stay in the eternal limbo they like to call the Waiting Room a bit more entertaining, I went and made myself a bingo sheet.  So without further ado:  

Hospital Waiting Room Bingo

Winter Weather --what?

Snow.  Snow, snow and more snow.  Then a couple days of bright, cheery sun, and then out of nowhere more snow.  Then sun. Then snow. Thensunthensnowthensunthen...

I'm starting to think that my state is the weather equivilant to a kid that found mommy's special adult skittles in the prettty orange bottles, ate them all, and will continue to trip chemically-induced balls until the babysitter takes it to have its stomach pumped. 

This week, we've had what, two, three snowstorms that've caused enough anticipatory panic that just about the whole state's shut down?  Empty grocery shelves, ghost town roads, kids home from school, the works.  The state's worked itself into a coming-storm frenzy so many times recently that it almost feels like a new routine. 

Which in itself wouldn't really be so much of a thing.  It's winter.  Snow happens.  Sometimes snow happens a whole lot.  No, what's really made this a trip is what comes in between all of it.

Weather so sunny and nice you can walk around in shorts and sandles. 

Hell, you might very well be tempted to believe it if someone told you there was a magical time portal that ate you up and coughed you back up in the middle of a sunny springtime April afternoon, if it weren't for the influx of giant, sloshy snowbanks everywhere.  

Seriously.  Shorts and teeshirts, bright happy sunshine, blue skies straight out of an ad for a tropical getaway.

But then, a couple hours later, an email from National Grid with storm preparation advice and a big ol' snow warning.  What?  No way.  It's like seventy degrees out.  I'm ready to drink fancy beverages out of a coconut and sit in a lawn chair under a fake palm tree here.  They have to be joking around or something.  Hah hah, electricity guys, real funny.  You got me! Hah, hah, hah.

....Snow.  Whoosh.  Hard and heavy, like someone dropped a big white blanket of inconcenient sadness right on over everything you've ever loved.  Freezey, miserable, sloppy, heavy, slushy, sticky snow.  And it's everywhere.

Sunny two minutes ago?  NOPE here have some snow.  You were just enjoying the weather?  Getting a little sunshine?  NOPE time to shovel.  Just spent an hour digging out your car a few days ago?  Hey, guess what! Time to do it again!  And better do it quick before this shit turns to rain and everything becomes slush and freezes over again and basically traps all your stuff in a block of ice like some sort of ancient frozen relic.

Sometimes I kinda wonder if the weather's trolling us.  Maybe it's all because somewhere in the cosmos, a bratty little rebelious preteen snuck onto daddy's computer to play games and thinks itself hilarious and clever to mess with all the other players.  Trolololol, right?  I kinda imagine an in-game chat with it would go sorta like this:

I don't even know.

All I do know, is that my state has a hell of a hard time making up its mind sometimes. 

So, today happens to be one of the snowy days.  I'm curled up under a super warm and snuggly blankie, letting my thoughts take me wherever they decide they wanna go.  Maybe a nice cup of hot tea in a little while, to warm my insides as well as my outs.  A nice, toasty-warm afternoon.  And I can tell you one thing I definitely won't be doing at least for today... going outside, or anywhere near it.

Brrrr.

Facebook!

I never imagined I'd actually ever do anything with facebook.   Then someone posted something that looked like only a doodle could properly express my response, so I did that.  Then another one.  Then another another one.  And now, I've got myself a lil' hobby.  BECAUSE EVERYTHING NEEDS DOODLES.

I'll screenshot my favourite ones so they can live forever. 

Want to potentially be part of the fun?  If you like my work, then "LIKE" my work!  Facebook.com/NimRoderick

Let the Scribbling Commence

THIS IS MY CREATIVE PROCESS