Showing posts with label blue_roses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blue_roses. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 December 2015

The Planet I Want [John Lennon & Yoko Ono: WAR IS OVER! (If You Want It)]

I dream of a planet where we're not killing our children. A planet where soldiers are paid to rescue kittens up fir trees, rebuild houses and schools (or build them from scratch in remote places), go deliver babies in the mountain, and dig wells (for water, not oil).
When is our species going to grow up and get rid of greed? We all kick the bucket, and no one takes their gold to the (non-existent) afterlife.


PS:bloody onions! It's getting worse...

Friday, 4 December 2015

If I Could Make a Wish...

... I'd like someone to find a way to have this on loop for all politicos (and excited, pointless thugs, as well) until they start using their three (collective?) brain cells to protect the future of our children.


PS: if I ever find out who was cutting all those onions whilst I was watching this...

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Dreaming of a Complicated Quilt

This is NOT a post about sewing at all.
It's about humanity, but using a pattern image.
The thing is, the recent events in Paris have made people start talking about community, and some people would like our world to be a piece of material with printed polka dots, in which the dots are separate communities that would have no contact with the next dot whatsoever.
Of course, that's one way to stay safe... but of course, with that, you never get out of your cave, and you die in the dark.

What I'm dreaming of is a lovely quilt. Different colours, different materials, but with defined limits so that "blue coton" doesn't "bleed" on "red satin" or "green wool".
I don't want a world of ghettos (my cave, my family, my tribe, my village, my street, my pub, my region, my country?). Whatever the size of these limits, I don't like them. I do understand that I'm not like a Zen monk or a farmer from... let's say Guatemala, but if we are civilized we can respect all our boundaries, agree to disagree on some topics, and live together in harmony (then again, I grew up a trekkyer, so I probably dream about the Federation too much).
If people insist on having polka dots on the fabric of humanity, we could have them close enough to talk to one another couldn't we? Or are most people so afraid of the mauve cashmere polka dot that just moved too close to them?

Are so many people really that afraid? Can't we talk and communicate and be better than frightened animals?

I'm probably too optimistic.
I know.

PS: I'd kick any polka dot/quilt square so hard that "it" would land on a polar bear if "it" told me to obey "it" and let "it" treat me like a slave. I'm optimistic, not stupid.

Sunday, 4 January 2015

And It Was 2015...

Hello, my sweet (mostly silent) adorable bunnies!

May you all have a Happy, Merry, Fantabulastounding, Quiet, & Lovely 2015!

I've got some hope for this year... May I not be proven wrong come 2016...

Love,
Dru

PS: Talk to me? I do not bite.

Tuesday, 6 May 2014

When 1811 Meets 1968 (or Something)

I had some digital fun with a kind of Regency silhouette and some bright colours...


Friday, 11 November 2011

Blue Roses Plot Bunny

I've always found the idea of a blue rose intriguing, and now... I'm going to use blue roses in a story on which I'm working (though, let's face it, it's not #1 in the writing queue).
So, just in case I forget which webpage I viewed (and in order to test the features of this blog), here's the link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_rose
Now, let's launch this...