Cie Vs. Dementia

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All right, people, time to get real. I know I'm not popular or pretty or any of that other krap that people are supposed to be, but this isn't about me. I designed this shirt, and for the next four days, all proceeds will go to the Alzheimer's Association. Even if you don't like me that much, I think we can all agree that dementia is even worse than I am. So, buy something interesting and help the Alzheimer's Association fight this lousy disease.

~The Real Cie~

The New Cold War

You're Lost Little Boy Version 13

Photoshop Manipulation by The Real Cie

I had a very realistic nuclear attack dream where I was in downtown Denver and could see the cloud appearing on the horizon. People were staring and screaming. Some were starting to run, but most of us realized there was no escape.

I wanted to see my son again. I wanted to call my mother, with whom I have a troubled relationship, and tell her that I love her even though our bond is difficult. I wasn't afraid so much as extremely sad. I knew there was nothing more I could to do. My last words were "Gem, come get me, please come get me."

When I woke up in my son's living room, I was surprised because the dream was that real.

I'm not sharing this as some sort of prophecy of doom, just a thought that with the Cheeto Warmonger and his pissing contest with Krazy Kim Jong Un, the pervasive feeling that power-hungry kooks could reduce us all to ash and perma-fuck the rest of the planet which many of us remember from the Cold War has made a resurgence.

I was once talking to my son about how living during the Cold War has formed the sorts of things I write and even the way I think. I said that I never thought much about the future when I was younger because I was pretty sure I didn't have one as I figured I was going to die in a nuclear exchange.

My son made the remark that he didn't know what it was like living during the Cold War, but the older science fiction that he likes to read gave him an idea of how people who lived then thought and felt with the looming shadow of possible nuclear war.

The other day I said to him "remember how you said you didn't know what it was like to live during the Cold War? Well, thanks to Trump, now you do."

My reasons to hate Lord Dampnut do not lessen as his time in office marches on.

~Cie~

Gem is an Effing Goofball

Gem's chosen interpretive portrait of himself

Just to show you the kind of very stodgy spectral being I'm dealing with...

I wanted to make an interpretive portrait of Gem. I'm not a very good artist, so to make the portrait a little prettier, I ran it through some photoshop filters.

What you see above?

Yeah, I was totally ready to hit "cancel" on that. But Gem got all excited. He said "that's it! That's the one!"

I said I'd save it if he wanted, but I was most certainly not going to share it.

He was disappointed. Then he fluttered his eyelashes at me. He has very beautiful eyes and a very fetching smile.

He says this portrait shows off his prominent chin.

He has an angular face. His chin is not that prominent!

He's stubborn and I can't argue with him. Also, I enjoy seeing him happy.

This is Gem's chosen interpretive portrait of himself. He does not actually look like this!

One thing it certainly showcases is his sense of humor. He's a goofball.

I do love you, Gem. 

~Cie~

Under My Wing

This is my favorite of my “Angel” manips. It turned out so perfectly because of the dynamic that was already there. 

I believe that the spirit survives the death of the body, and if you believe that then you know that Malcolm is/will be Angus’ real guardian angel, regardless of whether or not winged angelic beings are real.

I think he already is. Angus said in a January interview in Guitar World (I believe) regarding Malcolm “he isn’t in there at all any more.” His body doesn’t allow him to matrix through it any longer because the CPU (brain) has sustained too much damage. He’s already a spirit even though his body remains in the world.

Yeah, I believe in all that esoteric shit. I’ve seen some shit. Every time I have seen some shit, I was stone cold sober and in a stable state of mind psychologically. I’ve experienced more than I’ve seen, because I generally don’t see spirits, but I do sense them.

Anyway, I love how this manip turned out. I love these guys. And when I get to the other side, some fate or power has got some ‘splainin’ to do for the shit it put them through.

~Cie~