WOOOOOOOOORDS

FUCKING WOOOOOORDS

Never has globalization been as inconvenient as when I'm trying to find Mexican movies to watch. There are very few films made in Mexico to begin with, and out of those few a good chunk of them are Mexico/Spain co-productions which usually means that it was produced with Mexican money, but has Spanish actors with Spanish accents.

El Mariachi.

I didn't read very many books in 2011, which I blame mostly on the fact that War and Peace took me a month and a half to finish, and the stories I read for a fiction workshop ended up taking a lot of my time.

K.

In high school I had a crush on one guy, among many, who was a year older than me. He was cute and popular and somewhat funny in a jackass-y kind of way. He asked out a girl in our class who was the same age as me. She turned him down because he was shorter than her, actually said that to his face. He was a short guy, but I was shorter, which is maybe why I didn't mind the height, still had a crush on him.  The class we were all taking was an English class and the teacher, who would later divorce his wife and move to China to find himself, thought he was a literary genius, or an editing genius or something and encouraged us to write our own short stories. They were mostly terrible because we were dumb sheltered high school kids, but the guy I had a crush on wrote this amazing, passionate story. 

I really care about this.
HURRRRRR MY CRUSH IN HIGH SCHOOL all right time to grow the fuck up.

I was excited about it, not only because it validated my crush on him, but also just because I enjoyed it. I had never read anything like that. The teacher who would later go to China made some cryptic remark about Catch-22 and inspiration and blah blah blah which I didn't pay attention to until I read Catch-22 myself and realized that my crush had ripped the thing off. He had read the book, absorbed the writing style and then regurgitated it back out on the page. It was disappointing. 

Oh we all grow up to be disappointed.
I take it back. This is a brilliant narrative with a completely unique conclusion.

I did a writing workshop a few months ago during a really low emotional period. I spent most of the time feeling under-read and dumb and terrible, like I had nothing worth while to say. At the same time as I was feeling this I was also feeling a lot of loathing for the people in my workshop. A lot of their work felt dishonest. Like they were writing overly dramatic things that had no emotional core, these over-wrought stories that were about no ones with nothing inside of them. There was this one story that was written by this white kid from the suburbs that I thought was just terrible. It was all about this woman getting repeatedly sexually violated in this aimless way.

WOOOOOW.
WRITING WORKSHOPS, AM I RIGHT PEOPLE?
It's like people who would find themselves in a writing workshop have no talent or something.
Imagine~

Stories of Your Life & Others boasts an incredible pedigree and came to me highly recommended from a wide variety of individuals. Virtually every story in the book has been previously published by a big name literary magazine (Asimov's, Omni, etc) and have won awards. I came to the book with high expectations and was left  disappointed.

The problem with Stories of Your Life is one that is often levelled at sci-fi writers by its detractors; the ideas are good, the writing is flat.

Read Inquisition War if you want some scifi that has writing that pops.
"EVIDENTLY WE MUST STRIVE TO BE THE FIERCE REDEEMER OF MAN, YET WHAT WILL REDEEM US?"

I've been hearing amazing things about Inception all summer. Many people whose opinion I respect touted it as a smart summer blockbuster, and spared no praise when describing the film to me. How disappointing then to see it for myself and realize that the movie is nothing more than a very dull heist movie which badly utilizes some interesting concepts. 

Of course Warhammer is more appropriately called "science fantasy" I guess.

Way back when (AKA 2002) Naomi Watts was following up her powerhouse performance in Mullholland Drive with one in the hit film The Ring. Everyone was going crazy for the movie back then, but, ever the purist, I decided that I should go to the original source material. Did I go for the original Ring movie, a hugely popular Japanese horror flick? Nope. I went straight to the novel that inspired it all, Ring by Koji Suzuki. 

Wow you were a hipster before it was cool--
a meta hipster, Jesus Christ.
Also Mulholland Drive = zzzzzz
there was that one cool scene where a guy describes a nightmare he had at a diner he was currently at with his buddy then it maybe happened as he described it.
It's a recursive nightmare holy shiiiiiiiit fuck that movie.

The second I heard Eminem and Rihanna's Love the Way You Lie I was instantly in love. The lyrics are clever, insightful and damaging, a lyrical tribute to abuse that is shown through the eyes of the abuser.

Holy shit you're a douchebag. 

Even as it attracts you it invites your dismay and revulsion; you may find yourself caught up in the lies of the narrator/abuser only to be disgusted by the final lyrics which shock the listener out of whatever romantic illusions they may have held. 

Pretty sure I was just revolted at the reality of listening to a song collaboration between Eminem and Rihanna. 

I read a lot of feminist blogs and most of them seem to respond with a uniform repulsion. I empathize with their disgust:

Me too.
Holy shit, Eminem. It's time for you to fucking go, I think. You had that one kinda cool song you did with Dr. Dre, can't you be happy with that?
And don't get me wrong, the only reason that song is cool is because of the awe inspiring number of times they managed to fit the word "fuck" into a song.
This blog has 3 cuts.
I didn't even know Livejournal had a function like this. It's a shitty 3 minute pop song from some asshole and some dumb slut. Do you really want to devote this much thought to it?

I hadn't ever heard about Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart until quite recently which is a tad embarrassing as it is considered a seminal work of African Literature (and more specifically Nigerian Literature). 

zzzzzz I almost had to teach that.
Then I graduated, thank fuck.

The achingly simple title Things Fall Apart (which is taken from William Butler Yeats's poem "The Second Coming") is perfect for this deceptively simple work. The novel is divided into two parts both following Okonkwo a man who is severe in his desire to appear as a tough and admirable man. In the first half of the novel we witness traditional life in Umofia. During the second half things do indeed "fall apart" as Christian missionaries begin to invade the villages surrounding Umofia and finally Umofia itself. 

It's heartbreaking to watch Okonkwo as he struggles to battle to preserve his culture, his status, and his family and then watches as they all slide away.

I have to admit that at first I was almost underwhelmed by the book.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz.
You've been underwhelmed by every book you've reviewed so far though so fuck you too, bitch.
Holy fuck I just looked to the left and here's her quote on the side:

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW.

Anyway, a long time ago I made a list of my favourite music videos AKA ones that didn't just feature random dancing, ones that were interesting, clever, funny, aesthetically pleasing. Later on when I started noticing directors I realized that 90% of them were directed by the same few people. Good directors, unsurprisingly, direct a lot of good music videos that stand apart from the pack.

The best music video of all time is Hungry Like the Wolf.
Boring review of some book--
Last entry.
Good, time for bed because I HAVE WORK AT FUN O'CLOCK TOMORROW

LET'S DO THIS

Sorry my updates Friday have been pretty sporadic. I'll do better about it. I've been really busy is the thing.
Anyway I found this blog through ONTD_Political, my usual go-to.
I know I said before I wouldn't spoil my source but fuck it.
Frankly I'd be happy if they closed shop.
Anyway I found this through a cunt posting some article about women making less money (in certain sectors) and everyone was butthurt.
Even though the article outright says the reason for this is largely due to the fact a woman's income is easier to lose than a man's and parenting is still a full time job for women.
I guess you cunts won't be happy until you're completely not raising the things you spawn.
How's this?
How about if it's such a bother for your career you don't have them?
I used to see this logic a lot when I was student teaching and it made even less sense there. "I'm really committed to educating the next generation..." but apparently not the next generation you had a hand in creating, huh?
Like I get you're busy and this school sucks but why are you here until 8 PM?
You're just avoiding your kids at that point.
Anyway on to the blog.
The first entry is entitled "Should I Be Worried?" and the answer is DEEPLY.

Okay.

Okay.
Why do cunts start entries like this?

So I know that historically speaking, it's much easier for the current President to run for and get a second term than it is for the opposition to win things back. I think 2004 with Bush showed us that, even though from the rage on my flist, I would have thought that he'd be voted out on a landslide.

So today President Obama stated that he is in favour of same sex couples to get married. And the reaction has been... mixed. 

PREPARE FOR CONCERN.

On Twitter and Facebook (now, I'm Canadian, so keep that in mind - same sex marriage is already legal up here and I don't have a lot of Americans on my page) reaction has been mostly positive. 'Mr. President' was trending on Twitter earlier, and everyone seems happy. 

So you're Canadian-- why are you concerned about the American president, exactly?
Your whole cultural identity seems to be based more or less around the fact you aren't American. Prove it by fucking out of American politics.

I've noticed a lot of this lately in terms of general political issues when it comes to Obama, and I know that I'm Canadian and I don't need to care, but I do care. Because I have a lot of friends who are affected by who is in office in the US - women, people who need good healthcare, people who are gay/lesbian, people who are affected by the economy. 

Me it's me I'm affected by the economy.
AWWW SHE'S CONCERNED ABOUT ME.

So the cynicism and negativity that I see among Democrats here on LJ worries me. It worries me a lot, because I wonder how widespread it is, how many people who voted in the last election are feeling disengaged and cynical and negative... Because that is a dangerous state of being in an election year. People who are disengaged, cynical and negative quite often don't vote, they don't urge their friends and families to vote, they don't get into passionate arguments that might sway minds - and that would play into the hands of Republicans in ways that I don't want to think about. 

Yes because the Democrats are so much better than Republicans.
And different, let me also say.

I've seen a lot of comments about how this is only to win votes, that there's no risk, etc, etc. Uh. Proposition 8 and what happened in North Carolina yesterday should remind us (and I say us because I feel that not nearly enough liberal Canadians voted in our last election) that the right is very good at something, and that something is called mobilizing. 

Watch out we have a crusader here.
The ruined economy?
The wars in the Middle East?
The mounting (and predatory) Chinese economy?
NOT A CONCERN.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYS ARE THE CONCERN.

So, caveat: I haven't seen Avengers yet. I'm thinking I'm going to have to leave it for a bit until the hype dies down, because between that and what I'm about to write about, I've kind of lost the desire to. 

Save the effort. I can review it in three words:
Mediocre Hollywood Shlock 

Anyway, first of all - there are spoilers in this entry and the one I'm linking to for a line from the movie, so if you haven't seen it and you care about that sort of thing, don't keep reading!

**spoilers for the line past here**

Christ knows I wouldn't want the shitty super hero movie with the lamest fucking aliens ever to be spoiled!
Why are the aliens such a threat in the first place? Entire squads of them are dominated by a man wielding a bow and arrow.
That's right: a species capable of intergalactic conquest, a species that mastered laser and teleporter technology is dominated by neolithic technology.
Okay, Iron Man, you can put away the power armor: we went to Sports Authority and bought about 15 reflex bows.

Basically, the line 'mewling quim' made it into the movie (and I stand by my opinion that it shouldn't have), and now it seems that Joss Whedon is proud of that.

NOT MEWLING QUIM!
It did? I didn't hear it.
What does that even mean? I'm the unequivocal master of the English language and I've never even heard this word before.
Oh. It means cunt.
In the 1950s.
Who gives a shit?

But seriously, Mr. Whedon? This? This is completely garbage. This is garbage that has just stripped away a lot of my respect for you - respect that's not going to come back, after the scene with Spike in Buffy, after the problems in Dollhouse... It's like you're on a slippery slope and you think you're a feminist, but as Katie said to me today - you slip and your fanboy shows through and so does your misogyny and your sexism.

And who cares if you don't see it? It's a mediocre super hero movie and it already made 150 billion dollars or some shit. You really think the loss of 8 (Canadian) dollars is going to be felt that acutely by the producers?

The line shouldn't be in the movie and you shouldn't be proud of it. Period.

Edit: I just want to add here that I know that there are arguments both for and against using problematic languages in media, and I sometimes come down on one side and sometimes I come down on the other. I know that there are reasons for a villain to say something like this, and that's really not my main problem at the moment - my main problem is with Joss Whedon's remarks about it.

So don't see it. You're missing exactly nothing anyway.

Wandering around Good Reads, I've had to pause and wonder how many parents and adults out there actually take the time to try and look at kids books from a child's perspective.

I'm talking young books, like Love You Forever, by Robert Munsch.  

Wow you must lead a great life if this is your major concern for March 21, 2012.
Even I, on a Monday off, had more adversity in my life today than this. I was playing TERA so I was in several "kill or be killed" situations in the span of 45 minutes.
I'm still a little kill crazy, honestly.

*shakes head* Idk. It just seemed like a lot of the reviewers thought that it made sense to review every aspect of the book as though it was intended for adults, and that's...so not how you should look at a book for kids.

*VERBS* because you know kids do a ton of research on the next book they're going to read on the internet.

Oh! And in other news, I have approval to use an ereader at work, now!! After being told no by my last TM, I then found out that some of my friends were using theirs at work -

Originally I was going to make some sort of comment about it being easier to ask forgiveness than permission but man I wish I could bring my ereader to work.
But unfortunately I have to do work when I go to work.
Sucks.

Lately I find myself wishing I could turn this little train of mine around, go back a few years to have a better chance of figuring my life out.

Here I am, 31, and while I support myself and pay the bills and all that good stuff (which I'm proud of!), it's not precisely the fulfilling work that I thought that I would be doing when I was this age. 

PUTTING SALAD
ON A SHELF
AT 6 AM
I'm going to time myself tomorrow. I want to know the exact minute salad hits shelf and my day is officially off with a bang.

I don't regret my decision not to teach. Hearing about the trials and struggles that Katie goes through, I just don't think that it's for me. I mean - I got my degree, if I really wanted to, I could take the steps and do whatever refresher training I need, get my license. It's not what I want to do, though.

Since starting at my current job, I have to admit, I kind of thought that eventually I would move up. I did it so quickly at West, I thought it would happen here, too. But it hasn't, and recent events at work and in the industry is making me think that it may not be likely, either. They're condensing and trimming the roles that I'd thought that I would maybe move in to, and that means fewer job opportunities in the future, and more uncertainty. 

Faced with the grim reality that your entire existence is unnecessary and redundant.
Faced with the ever-darkening twilight of your miserable existence that for every single solitary proud moment in your life there are dozens upon dozens riding the same solar winds over accomplishes much grander and vaunted than yours.

The choice now becomes... What to do? And that brings along a whole lot of uncertainty.

I thought about getting my degree in Library Science, and that's still something I have in mind. I could go into Early Childhood Education. Or I could pursue Child Psychology, which is something that I've considered since I was back in highschool.

These will all involve money and time, of course. And in the back of my head is the small, niggling voice that eventually, that 30+ number is going to count against me - though perhaps not? I really don't know. But anyway, first I have to make a DECISION, and that is so, so hard. 

Truly, nothing has held you back more than yourself.
Wracked with indecision at every turn. A decisive person would have seen this through faster than a thousand times a thousand computer processes.

I always thought that a field would just sort of jump out and scream my name, but that hasn't really happened. I still have uncertainties about the jobs I listed above.. ECE: challenging enough? Salary high enough? Library Science: enough job opportunities? I'm not as wary about job love, here, because my love of literacy is something that will never, ever leave me. And finally Child Psychology: too challenging? Too expensive to do? Is it something I'd be good at, or just something I'd like to do?

And then there's the lingering, never-ceasing desire to write, of course. I don't think that will ever leave me. 

You don't need a degree to write, do you?

Self doubt tends to be my Achilles' heel - it has been since I was a teenager, actually. I spend so much time thinking about the what-ifs that sometimes it stops me from doing anything, and that's definitely a bad thing. 

Ever read Hamlet?
Oh well.
Anyway that was a nice detour into emo land. I HOPE THE NEXT POST IS ABOUT FEMALE PROBLEMS!
Jesus Christ it is.
Am I psychic?
I seriously had to pause for thought when I saw the title: Misogyny and Slash Fandom
I am so good at this bullshit.

So today this happened: Lucy Liu was announced for the role of Watson in the new Sherlock Holmes reboot, Elementary.

... Watson, the crippled British doctor in Sherlock Holmes?
All right.
So be on the look out for my updated version of the Odyssey playing on CBS. Starring Kelly Clarkson as a girl about to enter her first year of college. Because apparently when you reboot something it doesn't actually have to be about what it's about.

My first reaction: Awesome!! I am so there.

I feel kind of bad, because I've never been able to stomach the BBC Sherlock. I have a somewhat irrational dislike for the show, given that I've never watched it.

The only thing that it's done wrong is be introduced/announced right when I was highly, highly sick of SPN and the rampant misogyny on the show and among the fans.

SPN. YOU KNOW, SPN?
THAT SHOW?
I LOVE SPN.
What the fuck is SPN?
Oh. Supernatural.
Acronyms work however the fuck you want them to work. Don't worry about it.
When my reboot of the Odyssey is realized I'd like all of you to use the acronym TDS.
The oDysSey, of course.

Arguing until I was blue in the face about how female characters were being treated was not fun for me, and I will never, ever forget the way that Jo, Ellen and Ruby died. Nor will I forget the incredible, positive welcome that Misha received, and I've taken note of the way his character arc has been handled so far, in comparison to the female characters.

And I just couldn't stomach fandom's instant enthusiastic reaction to a show that had m/m possibility. The same thing has happened with Suits, and White Collar... Though the distaste and dislike in the SGA fandom bothered me too, when fans were tearing apart a wonderful character like Keller just because she was matched up with a character they wanted to slash.

Guess I better hate Final Fantasy now because all of the fans of that series are rampant douchebags.
You know you can dislike people who like stuff and still like stuff, right?

And it BOTHERS me that I feel this way. I want to be happy and excited when a new show comes out. I don't want to have to stick my fingers in my ears and go 'la la la' as I ignore fandom or the problematic aspects of the show. 

I know you're a resplendent child lightly aglow with the soft golden light of your own personal halo but meanwhile back in reality everything has problems and you kind of have to overlook them if you want to enjoy anything in life you miserable cunt. 
Also people are complete idiots who miss the point of everything. I can't believe you hold the fans of a show against the show.
I mean, after all, you like shows and you're a complete insufferable twat and I can't imagine liking anything you  like and yet I'm sure there's a book or something we might agree on.

Of course, I'm very aware of the problems with this idea - they're taking a show that is well known for its m/m tension and turning it hetero-normative, and that's a problem.

Am I the only person aware Sherlock Holmes was a series of stories written in the 19th century?
Sherlock Holmes was basically an autist who did manage one female romantic interest and as far as I recall Holmes also had a female companion at one point.
There was absolutely 0 homosexual tension between the two and this is coming from someone who has overapplied the term "fag" so much the term "gayfag" is required to describe gay people.

There's at least some chance that the studio did this because they don't want their audience slashing the main two characters, and that's a problem. 

The problem, then, is the writers of the show are regarding their audience with anything more than disdain. 
This isn't writing by committee, dipshits. There's a reason I'm paid to do this and you're drooling idiots who write gay sex fanfiction.

Just once I'd like a show to come out that isn't like that. I don't want to have to worry that m/m tension is going to come along with rampant misogyny. I don't want to have to worry that hetero-centric show is going to come along with homophobia. I just want shows that make me happy. Like Lost Girl and Rizzoli and Isles and Doctor Who. But I'm not really in the fandom for those, so. 

This is why I want women excluded from video games. They apparently feel the need to fraternize to enjoy something and video games are primarily a solitary activity. I don't need Facebook integration in TERA.
KILLED ANOTHER ARCHER LOL!

Idk. Maybe someday I'll give BBC Sherlock a try. But I'm still curious about the new one and willing to give it a shot, even if at the beginning I was pissed off that the US networks were so obviously copying the BBC. But a show with a main minority female lead? 

GOOD WRITING AND CASTING?
WHO CARES!
ASIAN BITCH IS IN THE LEAD!
Somehow for all your feminist and gay pride posturings we manage to conclude the same thing about what makes good TV.
Scantily clad Asian women.
Of course I wouldn't watch a show with Lucy Liu in it but the conclusion is the same and that's what counts.

I'm sure most of you have heard of this already, but there is an awesome short story making the rounds: ILU-486. It is well written and bleak and powerful and makes you think - it put me near crying, if I'm honest. Maybe because it hits a little bit too close to home when I am thinking about the goings on in the US. 

ILU-486.
Man the 486 was a great processor.
I haven't heard of this. What's it about?

Summary: In the not-so-distant future of Virginia, the Personhood Act has outlawed abortion and chemical birth control. That doesn’t mean they don’t exist, though.

Nope don't care.
If this is supposed to make me feel grimdark then I've read stories where people can no longer form unique sentences and the entirety of language is reduced to quoting state-approved quotes so you're going to have to do a fuck ton better to stir.

 ILU-486

 for Evil Dr. Em and the twitter brigade

Likewise also was not Rahab the harlot justified by works, when she had received the messengers, and had sent them out another way? James 2:25

Oh God you started with a Bible quote
Are you trying to piss me off?

“No one’s making you take any,” Carla said, her face making an expression that looked like this: O_o.

Oh yeah.
No, great writing.
I'm moved to tears at this characterization.

Ahh, I just love the smell of misogyny in the morning, don't you? Or not.

Seanan McGuire is the author of Feed and many other wonderful books, and she has a new book coming out on March 6th.

Feed was a great book.

I've no doubt that Steve Jobs was just as difficult, arrogant and tempermental as they say he was, but he was truly brilliant - he saw doors where other people saw dead ends.

Rest in peace, Steve. The world owes you a very big thank you.

Thanks for iTunes, asshole. Why did reinstalling an entire operating system take less time than restoring a music folder?
Ohhhh goodness. I guess it's my own fault. When I find out a Canadian broad has a Livejournal I should just walk the fuck away because I know what's coming.
My blood pressure is what's coming.

Fuck

So you may remember when I tried to be president of anime but nope, didn't get to be president of anime.
Guess who did, though?
No justice in the world.
I can't even pretend this isn't about jealousy because it completely is.

What is your favorite Girl Scout cookie flavor?

WOOOOOW THE THOUGHT PROVOKING QUESTIONS OF FUCKING WRITER'S BLOCK.

Thin Mints, and now I hate you, LJ, because NO GIRL SCOUT COOKIES FOR ME *sob*

Hambeast, ahoy!

What is the weirdest question you’ve ever been asked?

I've been through pussy sensitivity so I'm sure I've heard some shit but nothing really springs to mind.

AHAHAHAH, I've lived in Japan, so I've gotten some doozies. They include:

Yeah, rub it in.
I wonder what this beast did to get hired?

Upon finding out on a forum that Bioware had always planned to write the male Shepard in Mass Effect with gay options, but the model they were using for the maleShep refused to have teh icky ghey associated with him, so they had to abandon that plan with the code half done, and they made gay male options available in the last game since it's the last game so who needs that model dude, I am TOTALLY TOTALLY TOTALLY playing ME and ME2 with a maleShep who is repressed and closeted and only can be true to himself and come out the last game.

Fuck.
That's why Space Marine didn't sell any copies. No gay sex or romance options. Just tons of smashing Ork heads with a hammer.

Because that's how I *badumtish* role.

*ducks* XD

Good, good.
No, that's cool. I can't even get mad.

Guess who gets to go to Kyoto University Hospital!

:DDD

*headdesk*

No, I'm cool. Really.
Seriously this motherfucker got hired over me. Is there justice in the world?
No, there isn't.

Which video game character would you like to have as your real-life BFF? 

Well assuming I can't pick a waifu and we really would just be best bros--
I guess Adam Jensen from Deus Ex: Human Revolution?
He seems like a pretty cool guy.

Lightning from FF13, because she's just that badass.

Good.
Good.
GOOD.
FUCK.

OK, so, a lot of you are foodies or look at food blogs. Me, I'm a "whatever I don't have to cook"ie, so.

At work now, we're translating a recipe blog. Which is great and all, but there a sticking point I need opinions on, namely how to translate a cutesy-sounding Japanese thing into a cutesy-sounding English thing. I would welcome ideas, because I am sick and feverish and therefore very low on creativity right now. ^^;;

What, am I doing your fucking job for you now?

So, the thing I'm trying to translate is つくれぽ ("tsukurepo"

... Something report, anyway.

which is short for つくりましたフォトレポート ("TSUKUrimashita foto REPOoto," 

Yeah thanks for the translation.
Surprisingly I'm not completely fat and I can read two languages.
So that's a photo report of things cooked.

report of what you cooked), and it's where people who tried to make the recipe take a picture of the result and upload it with a one or two sentence review of how it came out. (An example would be at the bottom of the page here)

"Photo report" and "recipe report" are both kinda ok, but also both kinda blah. Can y'all think of anything?

Yeah I know.
I already said that.
Look, motherfucker, if you want me to do your fucking job because you're too incompetent to do it shut up and let me work.
...
FOODo Report.
Get it?
Like PHOTO but it's FOOD-o--
I dunno.
Fuck this.

Calling my family on Christmas made me remember why I always do my damnedest to avoid having to go back there.

My best Christmas present was my phone hanging up on my big brother as he lectured me on how I was just making excuses for not exercising. 'Cause, you know, not exercising when I have two injured legs and a hand in a splint, that's not an excuse, that's just laziness. I should be doing pushups.

You are awfully whiny.
I imagine most of your health problems are bullshit like all Livejournal users.

Yes, my big brother told me I should be doing pushups. And when I reiterated that MY HAND IS IN A SPLINT from the base of my fingers all the way up to my elbow, he said I was making excuses and would find a way to exercise if I really wanted to. -_-

Never mind that right now, I'm mainly just waiting for my new knee braces to come in so I can start walking again and that I keep getting injured because I push myself too hard.

Poooooooor baby.

Oh, no. I'm just lazy and making excuses. Oh, and don't realize how fat I really am. *eyetwitch*

Amerifats.

They should have called it "Final Fantasy 13-B." Because everything about this game screams "B-team." B-team writers, B-team characters...ugh.

C team because FF13 was the B team.

If any of y'all are interested, I'm live tweeting FF13-2 as I play it now. XD

I'm stopthatgirl7.
Live Tweeting FF13-2.

So I can watch
a girl
on Twatter
play a shitty sequel
to the worst Final Fantasy ever?
AND I SOMEHOW MISSED THIS OPPORTUNITY?

What are you allergic to?

Pollen.
I take this crap for it and it works but not that well.

In a Moment of Zen, I discovered I was allergic to a medicine I was being given for allergies.

...Allergies which, it turned out, I did not even have, because the doc misdiagnosed asymptomatic GERD as a dust allergy.

I have also ended up in the hospital on an IV after getting a hyaluronic acid injection for a busted knee. That was unfun.

Wooooooow.
All people on Livejournal are full of shit.

So I'm once again injured and hobbling around, and seeing as I am both a) foreign and b) obviously injured, I am getting stared at. A lot. And I'm developing a hierarchy of hate in my head for the way people react when I'm hobbling around:

Wow you went to a country notorious in not giving a fuck and openly staring at gimpy foreigners and now you're angry when you get looks because you're a foreigner who acts crazy.
You know if you'd hire me there'd be none of these problems.
I'm like a fucking ghost's shadow. They won't even know I'm there.

5. "Huh. Injured foreigner. Don't see that every day. *goes back to whatever they were doing*" Very low on the hate scale.

4. The people who ignore me. I don't hate you...unless you're sitting in a priority seat on the train and ignoring me, in which case you jump to the top of the hate list.

Shut up.

3. The obaasans and ojiisans who stare and keep on staring as I hobble down the street or into a seat. Yes, I'm foreign and injured; you are rude and annoying.

They're old people.
Old people are cool as hell.
Oh yeah, translation for people who aren't weeaboo cunts: old women and old men.
Literally it's "grandmother" and "grandfather" but in Japan you can address any old person as that as long as it's not to their face unless you know them--
if you can dig it--
otherwise it's rude.

2. "Aww, the poor thing!!" ...Those of you who knew me from college will perhaps recall me waving my cane around in the air and threatening to beat people with it for things like this

Yeah the slut whining incessantly sure isn't looking for a pity party, nope.

1. The creepers who take advantage of the fact that my gait when I'm wearing a knee brace causes my boobs bounce more and stare more openly at my chest. *rage* I hate you all and want you to DIE, you perverted fucks. (>_<),|,,

Yeah you already admitted you're morbidly obese in you're in the land of hot Asian chicks so nice fucking try, idiot.
I mean at bare minimum Japan has the lowest obesity rate in the world so your waifu will at least not be fat so come on, what, did you think I wasn't paying attention to the other dumb bullshit you were writing?
Oh yeah, that's right, ladies. I'm so literate I still know exactly what you say despite not paying attention.
Welcome to your worst nightmare. A guy who pays attention while not paying attention.

The more I'm reading of this lecture given by Mamoru Oshii (「若者は夢を持つな」と監督が言った), the more it's pissing me off. I've only read about half, but I'm at the point where he's all theorizing and pontificating about how Westerners have suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuch a hard time grasping what a "ghost" in Ghost in the Shell is and how Japanese get it so easily and blah blah blah NIHONJINRON!! all over the place, and my eye is fucking twitching.

Motherfucker isn't going to lecture me on cyberpunk.
That was your problem.
Know who can lecture me on cyberpunk?
No one. I'm already top ace on the subject, fuck you.
A ghost, as defined by Ghost in the Shell, is the handful of gray matter near the spinal cord that constitutes what a Christian might define as a soul or a scientist of the 20th century your consciousness.
Basically it's the essence of what makes you who you are.
This is important in Ghost in the Shell and all cyberpunk shit really because in worlds where a person can just move their whole being to a new robot body suddenly the definition of human shifts pretty significantly.
Don't worry ladies I've already figured out the hard hitting issues of our time for you.

I bet you money if you said, "Hey, Mr. Oshii, do you know what the Holy Ghost is?" to him, he'd be completely WTFBBQ at you (admittedly, so would a lot of Westerners, since it's very metaphysical eschatology, but still. Cultural concept). Or "Hey, ever hear of 'the ghost in the machine'?"

Not even what ghost from Ghost in the Shell refers to you fucking idiot.
How the fuck can anyone 1. assume a group of people who have watched the cartoon not know what it means? They flat out tell you what it means and 2. how the fuck can you get this wrong if you've seen the fucking cartoon? They flat out tell you what it means.
So what I'm getting here is you're pissed that he was mean to Westerners but the only person I've ever seen fuck this up was a Westerner so apparently he was at least partially correct.
I love Ghost in the Shell a lot. It's probably in my top 5 anime of all time but let's be honest: it wasn't hard hitting in terms of transhumanist philosophy. Its depth was entirely sociological. Any idea it had about what it meant to be human was already tread ground 20 years ago.

So, in other words, oh, sit down and shut the fuck up about why you think Westerners aren't getting it. WORDS MEAN THINGS. You can go on about cultural concepts - I did with the whole "Holy Ghost" thing - 

Yeah and you got it dead fucking wrong. They redefined the term ghost.
Bang up fucking job proving him right, though.
Idiot.

Dear men driving vans,

No. No, it is NOT OK to slow down and openly stare at me when you drive by. What it is is threatening. Stop.

Didn't happen. Fuck you.

Dear guy friends making what they think are funny comments in response to me saying this,

You're not funny, and it ain't cute. What it is is dismissive and belittling. Stop.

No love,

me

No joke. Fuck you.
Wait, no, I have a joke:
MUST BE A PRETTY BIG VAN TO KIDNAP YOU!
HAR HAR HAR HAR
HOPE HE LIFTS WITH HIS KNEES OR HE'LL THROW A DISC!
HAR HAR HAR HAR--
Man I am good.

...And seriously. One guy in a van slowing down to stare in one day is vaguely ick, but two in one day, and before it's even the end of lunchtime, is fucking creepy.

...
Thought I had a third one in me but I'm not really feeling anything.

What is your favorite childhood fairytale?

I checked the answers for this and the number of people who said "The Bible" was staggering.
Cool it, Linkin Park.

Cupid and Psyche.

...I didn't read too many fairy tales, OK? I preferred mythology. ^^;;

Boring as fuck.
Best mythological story, everyone knows, is The Odyssey.
How about that time Zeus killed that guy with a lightning bolt?
Oh right that was every story in Greek Mythology ever.
Zeus kicks ass.
Zeus likes to punish sinners but one time a guy killed his own father by burning him to death but Zeus reckoned the actual sin here was when the guy assumed he was as clever as Zeus.
I don't know how clever anyone involved was but I do know the guy certainly couldn't outsmart a lightning bolt.

They were all white, shortish hair, middle-to-upper-middle class-looking, and looked like they spent a shade too much time in the gym.

I was not impressed.

Seriously, y'all, looking at supposedly hot manflesh should not be boring, but that was. It was all very clearly one specific type of fetish, and extremely boring because of it.

Yeah, not up to hambeast's exacting standards, here.

Steve Jobs once said, "Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life." He inspired a generation to Think Different. How has the legacy of Apple's co-founder influenced your life?

He hasn't.

Steve Jobs and his vision of what tech could be completely changed what tech is.

As I put on my Facebook after a hater went on about how they didn't have any Apple products so Steve Jobs didn't revolutionize their life: "Oh, so your computer doesn't use a mouse, doesn't have a graphical user interface, and only comes with a single, default font? Interesting."

Steve Jobs invented none of these things.

So I woke up at 6:30 am, and then had a hell time dragging my ass out of bed. >XD 7:00, I finally went, "It's now or never, girl. If you're serious about getting into better shape, you get up now, or you give up the whole thing."

So I got up, (checked my e-mail, did farmville, stopped slacking, and) pulled on my workout clothes, and got started. :Db

Oh boy
Wii Fit and Farmville
Gamer girl watch out

The last month or so, I've been feeling chubby. >< I realized as well that I had gone back to wearing my larger band-size bras, and where I was hooking them was moving. That made me "..." a whole lot.

So Monday, I bought some batteries and put them in my balance board so I could restart doing Wii Fit...only to discover the batteries in the Wiimote were ALSO dead.

Note to self: buy rechargeable batteries. Which I will be doing when I go into Kyoto for my Korean lesson.

So I bought new batteries for the Wiimote yesterday,

Watch out white woman spending money--

Behold, the single most depressing sentence I have ever had to translate:

"Try to abstain from drinking at the evacuation shelter."

Hahaha-- awesome.
My favorite unit in Japanese class was the unit on murder and crime solving.
Poor Arnil the Indian or whatever his name was. He'll never get to take that bitch out now because he's FUCKING DEAD.
Oh yeah the Japanese textbooks had a plot line.
Murdered for what amounted to 250 dollars and a TV. Just like real life.

This is like an extreme example of White Woman's Tears, when a POC is talking about the racism they've faced, and a white woman starts crying in sympathy, and suddenly everyone is comforting the crying white woman and ignoring the person who actually suffered from the racism.

POC is person of color.
Thank you, pussy sensitivity. 
That's when I'd look over at the girl sitting next to me and say "this is all your fault" and she'd look up at me and say "my iPhone's screen is broken" and then we'd laugh and laugh and fuck that class.
Man she was a good pal in that class. Wonder whatever happened to her?

This article is that to an extreme and frankly disgusting degree. Suddenly, everything is about the traumatized white woman who saw someone get raped and how she copes with it, and not the person who was raped.

To be blunt, I don't care about what this woman did to get over her trauma by proxy to violent rape. I care a hell of a lot more about the woman who was violently raped, whose story no one STILL seems to care about.  

What a shame.
So apparently some reporter bitch saw a woman getting raped and now to overcome the stress she likes to have violent sex.
I'm sure that's the only reason she likes to have violent sex and she totally wasn't into that shit before.
Lots of girls like having their ass slapped during sex, it's nothing to write an article on CNN about.
Anyway I'm tired of looking at Blogger's shitty new interface.
Time to go~

Let's be cool

I have a new strategy for finding blogs but I think I'm going to keep my trick in my back pocket here in case they catch onto it like the writer's block.
Anyway, here we are.
So have you ever heard someone bitch about dumb shit like her Amazon order is 6 days late or she needs tangerines for this recipe and why doesn't this tiny, tiny grocery store carry 87 kinds of apples?
Know that thought that drifts into the back of your mind? It goes something like "why am I standing here listening to this? You could have real problems. You could be in war, or something."
They call that "first world problems".
Welcome to a blog about first world problems.
Before we dig into this can I share with you the most perplexing question I've been encountering lately in the exciting world of grocery stores?
"What are the sweetest apples?"
Reasonable question to be sure. The answer is Gala.
So I tell them that.
"Yeah I know that."
So why, why, why are you asking?
Now you're asking me to get creative with my bullshit. I have to find some other apple (usually Jazz apples though fuck if I know why I picked them out) and call that one sweet but kind of soft and then I pick out Rome apples and call them sweet but kind of tough.
Is this true?
I don't know.
Then I can direct them back to the Gala and say "but these are all around good."
Then they ask about Granny Smith.
Are you fucking with me?
Even I, an idiot making this shit up as I go along, know Granny Smith apples are tart.
I'm not just bringing this up because it happened once. It happened 3 times yesterday and I only worked 5 hours.
I'm pretty sure that one bitch was a store shopper, though. She was scoping my name tag too much.
Real subtle, Mr. Bond.

So pissed off right now --

I pre-ordered The Wise Man's Fear off of Amazon in early February, and was told that, because I'd pre-ordered it, it would be delivered on March 1st.

Speaking of things with cool names I found out there was a Warhammer game I missed called "Glory in Death" and I wanted to get it based off the name alone but then I found out it was for the Nokia N-Gage.
Seriously?
That dumbass cellphone Gameboy that looks like a taco?
Why did they make a Warhammer game for that piece of shit?
Do they hate money?

Perfect! I'd have it in time for my long plane ride home.

Well, it's March 1st, and I went online to track my order since I hadn't gotten it through campus mail yet. Lo and Behold, I'm apparently not getting it until March 7, at which point I will be in RI, and not MD, and therefore will not be able to read it during my long break. Oh no.

Well not to bring attention to this but I found this book for nothing on a less-than-legal channel in about ten seconds.
Get an e-reader, dipshit.

I am SO FUCKING PISSED right now - what the hell's the point of pre-ordering a book if you're not going to get it until after most people who order it on the day of its release?

I like digital pre-orders.
What?
It's not a physical thing that can run out, why do I have to pre-order it?
SO IT CAN UNLOCK RIGHT AT MIDNIGHT!
Yeah after 20 minutes of not being able to contact the Steam servers. Thanks for nothing, dipshits.

Today I was at Colt State Park with my dog. It's a very busy place in the early mornings and late afternoons, when dog owners bring their pets for walks and exercise; I came at about 4:15, with the sun just starting to sink and the bright blue sky fading into that palest, iciest blue of New England winter.

Let me paint you a gilded picture of the misty before dawn of humanity.
Seriously? What's wrong with you?
Why are you writing like this?

Standing by the shore today looking across the Sakonnet to Aquidneck and Connanicut islands it felt like the sky would go on forever - just this great huge clear vault. It's been so cold and dry and clear the past few weeks it feels like I could fall forever up into the sky.

Fall up.
Fall.
Up.
Are you trying to piss me off?
Wow.
This whole story is about how she's training her dog.
Thanks so much for this.

So I was in a local library today (you can use your card at any library in the state) dropping off some pamphlets for my place of work. I stopped by the FREE BOOKS table on the way out, because you never know, right?

No I pretty much know.

There were twelve or fifteen books of feminist scholarship on that table. Some were in bad repair, but many looked to have years of usable life. They were a bit dated, on the whole - 60s through 80s for most - but there were some important authors in there: Shere Hite, Betty Friedan, Kate Millett, Shulameth Firestone, Marcia Cohen. Whether or not you like those women's work (and there's a lot to criticize in second wave/radfem scholarship) they are important figures historically.

Not the Shulameth Firestone!
Who the fuck is that?

Still, I went inside the library to check out their women's studies section, in case they'd replaced the discards with more current books.

There was nothing.

I asked the Reference Librarian - who referred me to a university library.

It feels like our history is being erased.

Your history.
These people don't even register as historical figures to me, so it must be your history.

So...

It looks like I'm bipolar. Bipolar II, with severe depression and mixed manic episodes.

Well you know what they say about women--
nope, too fucking easy.
Even I have standards.

In the past several months my ability to do any extended reading - book reading - has sharply diminished. I read magazine articles, websites, and so on; I even do a little writing. But I can't pick up a book. When I do, it is invariably a children's fantasy that I have read many times before, and invariably unsatisfying. This intellectual atrophy is horrifying to me. Books have always been my greatest comfort; more than any other of our modern drugs - computer, television, video game - books offer a fulfilling, engrossing escape. They are also not shameful in my family; I do not have to feel embarrassed for wasting my life with Austen or Waugh the way I do with blogs and messageboards.

It's Deus Ex: Human Revolution.
It deals with the morality of transhumanism and cybernetics.
It's way fucking smarter than half of the shit you read to feel smart.

I have some hope, however, that this trend will shortly reverse itself: I begin work on Thursday. I'm working at America's most ubiquitous fast-food restaurant again, the same one I worked at fresh out of high school, and for once I don't feel bad about it, at least not without help from my family. It's paying work, it will get me out of the house, it's not morally bankrupt, and its degradations are no more than the usual.

It is beneath me.

This afternoon I read through the latest edition of The Atlantic Journal with incredulous dismay. I've always thought of The Atlantic as an intelligent, thoughtful magazine, but today's reading calls for a revision of opinion.

I don't have time for other peoples' opinions.
Ever consider just not reading this nonsense?

I know I am decadent in my self-destruction, that I seize onto self-righteousness as a substitute for happiness, that I have within me the seeds of a bitter, raging woman myself.

Wooooooooooooow.
Soooooo fucking edgy.

And now I'm depressed all over again, because I'm getting really damn tired of the bullcrap at home. Because books like that always make me feel like MORE of a fuck-up, not less - when I don't think about my problems, I can just sort of "barrel through" them, tell myself I'm mostly normal and not to feel any self-pity. When I sit and think for any length of time, though, I become increasingly convinced that we're all of us so screwed up none of us will ever get any better.

I mean, Jesus Christ, I had this conversation with my brother where he told me he was afraid he'd abuse future girlfriends because he's seen his father doing it; and I told him I was afraid I'd wind up with an abuser, because I don't have good boundaries or good self-esteem.

Uh-huh.
When you get done moaning I'll be sure to read this.

I'm afraid I'm not fit for medical school, that I'll "burn out" and prove inadequate.

God help me.

Enough with the self pity.

I skipped a lot of stuff.

I also find myself having one of those cliched "learning experiences" that we always rolled our eyes at in middle school, namely, that I've begun to befriend a woman with a number of disabilities, mental and physical, in my chemistry lecture; we're in the same lab section, so I've worked with her before. She's slow, but not stupid -- at first I was convinced she was just dumb, but I think she's just hard of hearing, older, out of practice, and in pain, and all of that combined can make someone competent look stupid.

I always loved that in a lab group. The head case and her white knight.
I can't be held back by this nonsense.
So I didn't let myself. I ended up doing all of the group's work.
Whatever.
I'm sure lots of people would piss about how that isn't fair but at the end of the day it needed doing and it looked like I was the only one about to do something about it, so here we are.
A brief lesson in self sufficiency.

She's also awkward as all get out. It's just -- it's so easy to feel contempt for people who don't blend in (and who don't stand out 'positively') and I find myself having to make a conscious effort sometimes not to dehumanize her in my judgment.

As long as she stays out of my way we won't have problems.

I got really upset in lecture today because Tina asks a lot of questions, and her voice is usually pitched too loud, and the questions sometimes seem kinda dumb, but sometimes are totally reasonable. And after a few minutes, every time she'd ask a question, I'd hear people in the back of the room laughing, and it just pissed me off. The thing is, Tina really wants to learn. She obviously works hard as a dog, and she cares. She'll probably get a C average by working her ass off. And some of these kids, they'll get a C average without breaking a sweat, without even trying, and they'll bitch about how awful the Prof was and how unfair her late policy was, and they'll treat people who have difficulty like dirt.

We all have our demons to slay.
That doesn't really excuse her wasting everyone's time. She should take it up with the professor after class.
How many times have I done that?
Well not many, actually, because my goal in college was to keep my mouth shut.

Everything's always come easy to me academically, so in a way I don't feel real "superiority", at least not morally, about my abilities. In high school I could guarantee a B average by doing the bare minimum of homework, because I'd ace the tests. In college, it's been a little rougher, but people bend over backwards to help me, because I'm "talented."

Manifest destiny out of the way plebeians--
It is only natural that people should want me to succeed--

But people like Tina, who work like dogs and who need help -- and who aren't terribly attractive, and not the brightest - the professors ignore them. I'm so mad; I missed last lab, and Tina told me that for the second time she had to stand for 2 and a half hours because she can't sit on the lab stools without her lower legs going numb, and they haven't provided her with a decent chair. I mean, Tina I can tell is too embarrassed to ask for help, and it's not my place to do it for her -- but shouldn't the Prof NOTICE when someone is standing for the entire lab? And ask, after class?

There are dozens of you and one teacher. If you don't bring your problems to my attention do not expect my help.
Although we might appear all-seeing I assure you that is carefully practiced bullshit.

I know I'll do well, and I can afford to cut class every now and then when I'm super depressed, because I'm "talented". And I feel sometimes like I wish I could give my gifts to people who deserve them, people who want so badly to learn and to succeed, and who have difficulty through no moral failure of their own.

I agree. I'd love to gift my talents to those who deserve them.
And I can think of none more deserving than myself.

Would someone explain to me why I can't ever find anyone interesting online who doesn't turn out to be a libertarian and/or an anarchocapitalist and/or a racist apologist?

I'm an imperialist.
I don't think we should hang out, though.

I work at a boating supplies/hardware store. It is for the most part a good job, but it's an almost all white staff, and a majority male staff.

Can't wait for the impending feminist rage.

The store is located near a number of majority-PoC housing projects but mainly caters to a wealthy sailing and pleasure-boating crowd.

What a bunch of assholes. A store trying to make money, huh. The gall.

A couple of days ago, I was at work when two young Filipino men came into the store. My manager, "Brandon", immediately told me over the radio headsets to keep an eye on the two young men.

Already on it, chief. I don't trust anyone.

I refused to follow them through the store, so Brandon did instead. The two ended up making a modest but not insignificant purchase and did nothing out of the ordinary to make me suspect them of being thieves.

A moment's lapse can damn us all for eternity.

When I asked my manager why he had been so suspicious - I already knew the answer - he told me that a certain kind of fishing supply had been stolen recently, that "only Filipinos" fish using those supplies, and that the two young men's dress - baggy pants and sweatshirts - was ideal for shop-lifting.

Don't know about the first part but the second part seems legit.

While I'm nervous enough about my job not to call my manager on the clothing excuse, I did ask him whether or not it wasn't profiling to assume that Filipino customers were automatically more likely to be thieves.

Brandon then replied that he was profiling, wasn't ashamed of it, and was "the Jack Bauer of [store name]."

Are all managers jackasses?
Is that like a requirement for the job?
But still you're an idiot for not assuming they're capable of theft. I watch everyone.
That 5'2" pregnant French bitch that comes in?
I wouldn't put it past her.
The only person above suspicion is the WW2 vet that lost a leg to a German landmine.
That said I'd never try to stop any of these people. Not worth it for organic tomatoes.

He told me that there were certain white customers who stole, too, but that in general young men who "looked like they were from the projects" were more likely to be thieves and that in future I should always keep an eye on them. I said I wasn't comfortable with that, and he told me that he was the manager and that his responsibility was to make sure nothing was stolen, and that I should just do what I was told.

You should hire me. I have no qualms about watching people.

I feel terrible that I didn't do more, but what else could I have said? I need this job desperately, and unemployment is 11% in my state. I couldn't afford to lose the job, but I feel like a hypocrite for tolerating racism.

Any advice?

Yeah.
Get over yourself.

Fuck the naysayers, I liked the motherfucking speech. Some of those lines I will remember - that leaders will be remembered for what the build, not whhat they destroy; and that we'll extend a hand provided people unclench their fists. An interesting mix of pragmatism and idealism.

Don't even know who she's quoting but it's a dumb quote.
Leaders aren't remembered for what they destroy?
What about Hitler and Stalin?
Also all the best leaders destroyed a fuck ton of shit to build something. Alexander the Great carved a bloody swathe across all of the known world to build one of the largest empires of the old world.
What about Julius Caesar?
This blog sucks, holy shit.

Livejournal why

They got rid of the writer's block.
What am I going to do now?
Luckily I endure as always.
You're really making this difficult, Livejournal. Why can't you help a guy out?

1.) Stay far, far away from the Baileys - that shit is ADDICTIVE. I could drink it straight and love it, and I think it's a testament to my self-control that I haven't completely drained our small bottle that we got for hot chocolate last night.

K.
Don't give a fuck.

2.) Send a very strongly-worded letter to whoever thought of the name Irish Car Bomb for a mixed drink.

Thanks for the Wikipedia link, cunt. I'm so uneducated and ignorant for your fancy speech I need cross referenced to keep up.

Srsly - that shit's offensive as hell. If any frat-boy douches here in the US actually went over to Ireland and asked for that in a pub, they'd get their asses kicked and they'd deserve it. That's like going to New York City and ordering a Bin Laden.

Get over it.
I'd totally order a bin Laden, incidentally.

So.

Like every good Socialist Liberal Devil-Worshipper, I trotted myself down to the Evil Satanic Den of Iniquity & Government-Funded Promiscuity yesterday to munch on fetus canapés and hand out condom pops and Plan B to 5 year-olds see about going on The Pill for my uterus's pesky habit of bleeding me half to death every time I'm on my period.

I had to edit this post to remove links and font effects.
One crossed out sentence per entry, thanks.
Also this whole post could be summarized in one fucking sentence:
she got some birth control.
Woooow so empowered you go girlfriend!
I so don't give a fuck. Her avatar is even the Mirror of Aphrodite (or the "female symbol" to normal people) with a fist in it.
You know, that clenched fist that usually represents annoying twats in college making my life a living hell trying to walk to class?
Radical feminist WHOAAAA so cool.

But you know what? I'm glad I have it. Because let me tell you - bleeding yourself into anemia and dizzy spells? Not fun, and not good for you. Furthermore, my reasons for needing the pill are no more valid than the next person who's actually on birth control to avoid pregnancy, whether they're sleeping with 1 or 100 partners. Our sexuality is not evil or shameful, and our bodies are not living incubators to be filled regardless of our wants or needs.

Why can't any of you cunts figure out a grocery store?
You go all the fucking time. It's not like the pineapples or lettuce or the basil has moved since the last time you were here. Do you really need a man to tell you everything?
Maybe this is why it took you a thousand years to get your rights.
Also the basil is there because if you refrigerate it it turns black.
Please tell all your bint friends so I don't have to repeat this seventeen thousand times a day.

On Sunday (lulz) at 6am, I will wake up and pop my pill in your honor with a smirk on my face.

(When I'm not, y'know, cursing about being a night owl who has to keep to an early bird schedule. But whatever.)

Gotta get up at 6 to bother me at work.
Unless you're a cute brown or yellow girl your interests are not the same as mine.
Except for that one yellow girl I was hitting on today. You really need to tell me you're in 11th grade first.
Apparently all guys who like Asian girls are pedophiles because she seemed like an adult to me and it's not like her mother looked that radically aged compared to her.
So that's the only conclusion I can draw.

This week in BUT WHAT ABOUT TEH POOR MENZ:
Women have privilege over men because more of us graduate from college, despite the fact that we get paid up to 30% less than the poor underappreciated men with those same degrees! ALSO ALSO WE CAN HAVE TEH BAYBEEZ.

I can't tell you how PRIVILEGED it makes me feel to be able to conceive a child that A.) I can't afford, and B.) could cause very serious health complications for me if I went through with the pregnancy.

So don't get pregnant.
Is this why you're so weird about birth control because you can't ever do what you're biologically meant to do?
You're basically half a person I swear to Christ.
Actually it's a good thing you can't pass your genes on. This is evolution at work.
Praise Zeus.

HONOR to live in terror of cranky old rich white dudes who want to take away my access to a safe clinical abortion as a last resort, and then my access to goddamned contraception as a preventive safety measure.

Really. I'm so blessed. It gives me such an advantage over men to have to deal with people seriously expecting me to NEVER have sex in my LIFE because I don't want kids.

Can you imagine dealing with people like this at a grocery store?
I'm not actually sure about the critical properties of red lettuce versus green lettuce outside of knowing lettuce is lacking in any real nutritive qualities in the first place but try to explain that to mrs. empowered here.
I ended up selling her the red one because that one kept falling on the floor and I was tired of picking it up.
I think I came up with some bizarre story about antioxidants and the color red.
Which might be true, I don't know~
I can tailor my bullshitting to your needs. One of the many top quality customer services I can render.
Also if it doesn't seem sanitary to be selling lettuce that has fallen on the floor--
Well, don't buy any loose salad or loose mushrooms.
Here's a post that's more link than actual words--
I can't follow this post at all--
Here's her picture and, surprise surprise, she's a hambeast--

This is me. I'm fat, I'm pale, I have no makeup on, my hair's a mess, my hands are shaky and making this thing blurry because I'm nervous and angry but dammit, I have to get this out there.

I'm still not ugly. I'm certainly not some mindless lumbering fat!zombie. I'm still worth getting to know and love. Even date.

Nope.
Not a svelte Asian or brown girl?
Not worth knowing.

I'm going to get someone to help me take better (and non-blurry) photos of myself after I've had a haircut, and then I'm going to post them publicly here and elsewhere. If people there can't handle it, then they can shut up and walk away or get on their knees behind my FAT ass(ets) and give it a BIG FAT KISS.

Now I have to go to bed, because it's been about 36 hours since I last slept.

I can handle it I just don't really give a fuck about you or your problems.
If you came into my store I'd listen to your bullshit and I'd help you with it but I wouldn't care.
I've told you the things you have to do to make our interests similar.
Like that high school chick. I was deeply concerned she couldn't find the Bok Choy.
Until I found out she was in high school then I felt weird. Then I promptly stopped caring about her problems too. Come back in 2 years, honey.

Some days I feel like I need to wear a MY NAME IS NOT BABY GIRL/SWEETHEART/HONEY/INSERT OVERLY-FAMILIAR PET NAME HERE sign around my neck when I'm working at the food bank and/or the clinic.

Seriously - is "Ma'am" or "Miss" too hard for you to pronounce? Are you physically incapable of asking my name?

I always call people ma'am or sir and I hope they can't hear the sarcasm in my voice.
So far so good.
Even though I just called that one girl honey. You got me, all right.

Item the second:
Aunt Flo is back with a vengeance - I've been through 4 tampons in the last 3 hours, y'all. XP I'm gonna have to stain-treat my jeans, dammit.

Great thanks for telling me.

Item The Fourth:
I got a fucking jury summons. When I may not have transportation to court before long.

I could be out of jury duty in a second with my "there is no such thing as innocence" rant.
Pleas of innocence are guilty of wasting my time.
Ohhh man well that's all for this edition.
We really need to have a chat, Livejournal. You're really making this shit difficult.
Also I must draw attention to the last post I did.
Check that comment out, awww yeah.
Guy was cyber stalking a girl online (we've all been there, I'm not gonna lie) and thanks to someone's (me) sage advice in the form of calling someone a cunt he decided she wasn't worth the effort.
Or that's how I'm interpreting this.
I think we all need to take a time out and acknowledge how awesome I am.
I figured I was the only one who regularly read this blog but apparently I was mistaken.
What's wrong with my reader(s)?
Why would anyone want to read incessant unrelated side comments about video games sandwiched between some cunt whining about fanfiction?
I don't get it.
Also guy you have to tell me what entry was so compelling you decided not to ask a girl out over it.
Of course my one reader is a man. No woman is sticking through this shit, holy fuck.

The fuck is this

I've been very busy.
Anyway check this shit out.
Pretentious hipster garbage.
Just look at the title of this motherfucker:
"Entries older than eight weeks made private. Edited on Mondays."
I mean why? Why make your old entries private?
Who gives a shit?
Oh well at least it makes short work of this blog.

Which is your favorite of the seven dwarfs?

Who gives a shit?

Blasphemy. Followed closely by Irony.

So fucking edgy holy shit.
Easy people, we have a real internet hardass right here.

Hey, alright! I took a shower. I was at Home Depot today. Guess what I've got for you?

Spoilers: a really boring short story about nanotechnology.
Naturally.

Seriously you have nanomachines in your story and the best you can come up with is a bathroom that changes its colors every month?
Are you a girl?

Name three things you can’t live without.

Fucking writer's blocks are the worst.

Oxygen, water, and at least one atmosphere of air pressure to keep it all together.

LOLOLOL XD SO FUNNY
What about gravity?
Electromagnetism?
Heat?
Also this is a girl.
Explains her choice in application for nanomachines.
You know in Ghost in the Shell they use nanomachines to wire a neural interface to peoples' brains so they can have a tactical overlay in their vision.
OR PRETTY COOOLOOOORS ON THE WAAAALLS.

Belinda lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The light through the thin, lace curtains traced patterns that constantly shifted. She watched those without thinking about anything in particular.

A few hours ago, when the clock in the main room had struck seven, Belinda had failed to get out of bed. Charlene had not said anything, but only made her own bed, got dressed, and went downstairs.

Eight o'clock passed without incident. Nine o'clock sounded like doors opening and closing. Ten o'clock's final chines echoed with footsteps.

Booooring.

“That's enough self-pity,” Annora said, not fully entering the room. “Get up and act like a human.”

Belinda pulled the covers over her head. “My grandmother is dead.”

“Charming,” Annora said. “You can talk to Charlene about it and she'll tell you all about how Evie is in heaven with her mother and my sister.”

That hurt more than a slap across the face.

“I'll give you thirty more minutes,” Annora said. “And that's more than enough time for you to get dressed, wash your face, and brush your hair. This is a working farm, not a hospital.”

Belinda threw back the covers and stared at her aunt's cousin. “Don't you mourn her?”

Annora frowned. “That's for later, when there's nothing to do. You can do that in the dark. The cows need to be milked during the day.”

God why
I'm two paragraphs into this mess, want to cool it a little with the dialogue?
I've written entire 20 page stories with less dialogue than what's right here.

The best computer is a man, and it's the only one that can be mass-produced by unskilled labor.
-- Wernher Von Braun

Just looking at these combat sequences and wondering why anyone would put actual human beings on the ground in harm's way.

A machine must be eternally instructed.

It bothers me. There's so much that should be possible--hell, is possible--that I should never have soldiers walking around on the ground. It keeps coming back to me, over and over, that no human should ever be harmed.

And the only thing that keeps me going is knowing how cheap a human is in comparison. I have to make an economic choice that a human with a shield and a gun is actually cheaper than a robot. I need them there for plot's sake, but I need a decent reason to have them there.

>I need a decent reason to have soldiers fighting
>I need them for the sake of the plot
Looks like you found your reason, then.
You really shouldn't develop emotional attachments to your characters for exactly this reason.
This is why your stories are all boring talky bullshit. Too afraid to put any bite into the story.
All of her stories, no matter the subject or location, are all exactly the same-- women talking and sounding really wise. How the hell have I read a scifi story involving aliens, a story about a modern day failing marriage and an idyllic story set at the turn of the century by you and all seem exactly the same?
Seriously that's the best you can do with nanomachines?
Fucking magic paint?
I've been playing this game called Deus Ex: Human Revolution lately and the first 30 seconds of that game have more action than all of your stories combined and I'm pretty sure most of the opening 30 seconds is, in fact, a phone conversation.
But at least you know it's building up to something, not just self indulgent whining. At least the game has a fucking point to make.
That's right: against the incredibly low standard of video game writing, you fail.
In fact, Deus Ex could have no violence at all and it'd still be interesting because there's still an underlying message it's trying to express.
Modern authors and I hate to say it but especially female authors seem to forget this step and it makes their writing very dull and uninteresting.
It doesn't have to be complicated-- it doesn't even have to really be a complete thought. Deus Ex's is more of a question: "what does it mean to be human?"
You know in a world where people have all of their bodies replaced with machines it's easy to see where the line blurs.
This could be an entirely peaceful society but I'd still be interested in it because it's an interesting question.
In fact, the first question you ask yourself before you've even fully fleshed out a plot or character is "why am I telling this story in the first place?" and reading about some bitch thinking while feeding her fish I get the impression you skipped that step.
And of course, there's action.
When you limit your dialogue it really tightens it up and forces you to make decisions about what your characters are saying so nothing comes across as frivolous or like everyone is mincing about for no reason.
Basically to make a long explanation shorter you suck at writing and should stop.
Character motivation, too, is usually pretty simple and doesn't need an entire internal monologue. Of course the girl who just lost a grandparent is sad. You should probably show us how sad instead of her telling us how sad she is.
Anyway I'm ending here because I'm tired as fuck but check these out:




Paladin, Bard and Black Mage.
Only 3 more sets to finish now~

What the actual fuck

I hope you're ready for this.
Just kidding there is no preparation for this. You just hope your years of Space Marine training somehow sees you through to the end.
But it won't. Prepare to reap the inferno.

Introduce all your different personalities.

Today's writer's block. For once I was read to commiserate with the idiots on Livejournal who didn't understand this question but further proving they exist on a different plane of reality they all seemed to understand what was going on.
My different personalities?
Well here's me and here's me fucking angry. There you go.

This is pretty insulting, invasive, and triggery to systems that actually have been diagnosed with DID. Fuck whoever approved this writer's block.

Who
Cares?
But if we hearken back to the hoary ages gone, to the gate of eternal gloom we'll recall I offered a service whereby I'd document all of your pussies' quirks and idiosyncrasies and I promised I could save you a fuckton of money in lawsuits and people quitting over being butt devastated. Well here's where this service would have paid off, Livejournal. First five entries are people furious over this question because they have actual multiple personalities.
Ignoring multiple personalities is one of the rarest mental conditions there is if five people on the top (and I didn't dig into this at all) are this frustrated over this you conceivably lost business over this one little question.
Multiply that by millions of faggots and literally hundreds of offensive questions and suddenly my price is seeming more like a beggar's ransom, eh?

Also insulting to those of us who are multiples, publicly or in the closet.

Says one commentator.

Indeed. Even the phrasing, like it's an ORDER, is making my skin crawl. DID is a coping mechanism. Alters aren't there to pop in and out on fucking command.

She responds.
IT'S A DISORDER YOU FUCKING INSENSITIVE PRICKS.
I don't think that's what they were talking about.
I'm not sure why I'm defending them. I have no clue what the writer's block was even about today.
Maybe they are talking about multiple personalities, shit.

Agreed. I have contacted LJ to see if they will remove this topic. As a person who has DID/MPD, I was triggered, and I find it highly discriminatory. Imagine if they used "tell us all about your type of cancer" as a topic. Would THAT fly?

I imagine cancer patients and survivors have more to do than be butthurt over a nonsensical statement on a shitty has-been website dominated by Russians.
But I only work at a grocery store so here I am.

Big time. They are making me wonder if my $20 a year toward my paid account is worth it.

HOLY SHIT.
SEE, LIVEJOURNAL?
I would have only charged you 15 dollars to go over this writer's block. Honest to Christ.
My services could have saved you possibly tens of dollars today. You're hurting for business, don't act like you can tell people to eat a cock.
Also 20 dollars a year, seriously?
That's like a quarter of a penny a day.
Don't act all entitled over 20 bucks a year. My game charges me almost that much a month and it frequently tells its consumers to go fuck themselves when they're off their asses.
Which is more often than not.
Here's a post about Kony.
I can't believe I'm bringing attention to this nonsense but Joseph (I think) Kony is an African dictator in-- Uganda I believe.
So already this is more than I want to know about this guy but apparently he's a very mean man and has committed genocide and incited ethnic riots and employed child soldiers and all sorts of other naughty things.
And white people on the internet are very angry at him.
Of course when I ask why him over the literally hundreds of other dictators as bad or worse than him I'm met with blank stares because they're all 16 year old girls high on their first crusade.
This reminds me very much of that organization at every high school ever Amnesty International.
You know that group that draws a third world country's ruler out of a hat and decides he MUST BE STOPPED THIS WEEK and so you can write a strongly worded letter and for the change you have at lunch he can be stopped.
Of course I always made sure to ask the girl (invariably a girl) asking for my signature why a man who has no qualms about committing genocide and enslaving children to use as soldiers will suddenly grow a conscience at the behest of a bunch of kids writing letters half a world away and then I was told I was a mean person.
I don't think high schoolers are quite equipped (as I apparently was) to deal with the psychology of a madman.
But they sure fell for that scam of Amnesty International.
I ask you, who is worse? The man who commits the genocide or the carrion that feeds on the carcasses of the weak and ill-fortuned?

I was reading a post somewhere that asked rhetorically: How come the people who aren't stupid enough to fall for Nigerian phishing scams are falling for this?

Are you fucking stupid?
This isn't rhetorical. This has an actual answer.
To convince someone you have to appeal to logic, emotion or ethics.
The Nigerian prince scam only works on the hopelessly foolish as it appeals to neither logic, emotion or ethics.
But this Kony thing, hey. That's an emotional appeal. I don't like to see children hurt so I can stand behind this movement.
And the Ugandan people want freedom just like the founding fathers of my own glorious and prosperous nation did so that's like an ethical thing, too.
It stands to reason that all men would want to be treated fairly.
It has all three going for it.
Only people with superior reasoning skills like my own can see right through this.
I've stated it before and I will state it again: the only thing men like Kony understand is violence. No matter how passionate, he will not listen to reason, ethics or emotions. The only course of action is to hunt him down like a dog.
Of course pussies on the internet don't understand shit like I do.
You guys gotta read a book sometime, holy shit.
Here's a round of "marry, fuck, kill" that's supposedly impossible.

Rush Limbaugh, Kirk Cameron, Rick Santorum.

Suicide is not an option.

Go.

Well I'm not a woman so I can't marry any of these so I guess murder is my only option.

Chex cereal for lunch, because I do what I want. J. had to work today (bah!) so I don't feel obligated to be anything but grubby. Which suits me fine because my uterus exploded.

Hey, lets talk about my uterus.

Hey sure. I'm not doing anything.

The endocrinologist recommended I be put on The Pill.

Me mudder said no. Why? Because the Pope said no. Because JP2 knew all about the pussy and associated plumbing, I'm sure.

I've been playing a lot of FFXIV lately and I wouldn't cross the Pope. He's likely a powerful thaumaturge.

When I turned 17 (coincidentally the same time I became consensually sexually active), my periods stopped altogether. Of course this happened the month that I took it upon myself to get my ass to the gynecologist of my choosing and get a scrip for The Pill, which I couldn't take because you're supposed to start after your next flow finishes. Whatever, I said, and kept going along with condoms. I remember I had one ten-day-long gusher when I turned 20 and then kaput.

I really appreciate this frank discussion of your nether regions.
You know when I woke up today I said to myself "WHAT AM I GOING TO DO THIS FINE FRIDAY? I KNOW, I WANT TO READ ABOUT THE MENSTRUATION CYCLE OF SOME CUNT ON LIVEJOURNAL!" and lo, were my prayers answered.

When I was 23 I started seeing a gynecologist regularly, because J. and I were thinking about having children in the near future. She put me on The Pill, and gave me Provera to start a period artificially. By that point my ovaries were like, calcified.

This warms my heart and fills my muscles with a certain hale I haven't felt in literally a decade hearing about your calcified ovaries.
How many blogs have I said something like "it sure is a shame you can reproduce"?
Well maybe never but I was sure thinking it.
Here's a blog where I can't say that.
That is one thing this blog has going for it.

Children were not in my future.

So I shop at Lane Bryant and keep tweezers in every room of the house. I still get acne. I'm not as pretty as I used to be, which contributes to my agoraphobia (that's another post, people).

Praise
Zeus

About four years ago I started menstruating again. It's painful and untrackable, sometimes I get premenstrual symptoms, sometimes I don't. It ranges between a 25 to 40 days between flows.

If this were a Greek play the amount of gods you'd have pissed off to see this level of misfortune visited upon you would be the length of my arm.
Zeus
Hera
Apollo
Do you know how hard it is to piss off Zeus and Hera at the same time?
Pissing off one is likely pleasing the other so I don't even understand how this would be possible.
You must be an awful human being is what I'm getting at.
Actually I'm not sure what you did to piss off Zeus. Zeus sure doesn't like a whiner but I don't know. His other crimes include hubris and hypocrisy and you seem okay (as okay as a Livejournal user can be) on that front.

Do I resent me mudder for not allowing me to take the meds? Yes. But what I resent more is the bullshit patriarchal belief/political system that indoctrinated her to put the alleged wishes of some imaginary sky fairy, written about in a book thousands of years before commercial oral contraception was available, above the medical needs of her child.

Hera sure doesn't like people who disrespect their parents, that's for sure.
The will of the old gods should be observed not out of fear of damnation but because it is a good idea.
Also I like that bulletproof logic. It's not your mom's fault for being a stupid cunt it's somehow society's fault for--
wait, why is it society's fault again?
Patriarchal beliefs--
okay.

I'm a slut on my own terms.

Well at least Aphrodite would be pleased with you.
Except she is vain and only cares about beauty so I bet she'd be very displeased you make a mockery of her glorious and unburdened ways.
The will of the gods sure is hard to keep track of.

The sexist, homophobic, and sizeist drivel being directed at Jennifer Hepler? Stop for a second, and look at your own life. Then look at this woman who has written for some of the most successful and critically-acclaimed video games in history, who has created memorable, relatable characters that are part of the pop culture landscape.

Here's your tissues. We'll wait while you finish crying.

>Hamburger Helper
>creating memorable, relatable characters
So I'll explain.
There's a company called Bioware and they make video games known for their characters and plot and for actually telling a good story and shit.
This was circa 2000.
Well flash forward to 2012 and they hire some landwhale named Jennifer Hepler who couldn't write a believable character if you gave her the entire biography and told her to slap her name on it and suddenly women (who are now the primary consumer of Bioware games) are throwing a shitfit because the traditionally male dominated gamer demographic doesn't want their games to be a homosexual soap opera where you can skip the fighting to get to more gay sex.
Yes, one of her proposed innovations that's gaining steam is the ability to skip fights in RPGs.
Skip the fighting
in a game
about fighting.
But clearly this is homophobic, sexist and because she's fat.
Not because, you know, she's a scourge.
I'd also like to point out the traditional gamer demographic has never been known for its kindness and another man, Gabe Newell, is also frequently made fun of for being fat and yet no one ever mentions this because Gabe Newell is an all around good guy and doesn't give a fuck and is too busy being a billionaire to care what some nerds on the internet think.
Also he created Half-Life which is more than Hamburger Helper will ever be able to claim.

Hey, Hepler said it herself - they're just jealous because she has a vagina AND works in the videogaming industry. That's when they started spewing their frothy diarrhea all over her twitter, because SHE'S RIGHT.

She is EVERYTHING they want to be and she does what they WISH they could do, and she does with WITH A VAGINA.

Pretty sure the point she was making was she had a vagina and they'll never have girlfriends.
Which is a cunning strategy by an equally cunning linguist.
But when what's attached to the vagina looks like this I think you've kind of lost your point.
The good news is I can sit above it all because I was never a Bioware fan. I considered Baldur's Gate overrated and kind of outdated at the time and the first Mass Effect was an enjoyable but overall forgettable and derivative scifi game.

*highfive* you said it, woman.
Their discomfort with the inclusion of ANY romance in gaming, much less same-sex options, speaks volumes as to their real-life prowess *cough*lackthereof*cough* with meaningful relationships.

Oh shit son got 'em.
Actually every complaint I've ever heard about any romance in any video game hinges more around it being unbelievable or the spouse they chose would not have been one they'd have chosen otherwise.
Nerds being predictable creatures are more than comfortable discussing their lack of real world experience but are well known for being exceptionally choosy in terms of waifus.
In fact I imagine 90% of the problems in Mass Effect's brilliant romance subplot could have been eliminated if you could create your own waifu.
Also in a game where I'm literally a secret agent in space hunting an alien super intelligence somehow my interest isn't talking about purses and going to the mall with some blue slut.
Call this the difference between men and women's fiction I guess.

Seriously.

SORRY NECKBEARDS, WE'RE TAKING OVER. AHAHAHAHAHAHA.

It's like, you aren't going to stop it, so just STFU and keep jerking your mini pork sword to sexed-up comic book characters, because we all know that you can't get any IRL.

You can't have "your" games or "your" little exclusive world back.

Now it's time to play my favorite game:
replace the word "neckbeards" with "blacks" or "Jews".
Suddenly seems a lot more hostile, doesn't it?
But go ahead you worthless cunts, have fun with your gay romance simulators. Your attention spans will lapse as they invariably do and you'll flit impotently to the next Facebook fad.
Ohhh goodness.

I like walking into the local gaming store with J. and having all these hunchedover douchebags having a LAN party suddenly go silent at the presence of ESTROGEN in their dank smelly MANCAVE OF HELL. Seriously, they have no idea how to act around females, its HILARIOUS when I ask questions about shit that ONLY MEN ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE ABOUT.

9/10 there's a woman working at the game store I go to and they're probably so taken aback at how much of a cunt you're acting they can't see straight anymore.
This is exactly what I was talking about before. Why am I supposed to be impressed by this? You don't see me marching into a crafting store and saying LOOK! I AM A MAN WHO SCRAPBOOKS!
Ignoring for the moment I don't scrapbook I wouldn't expect to be accommodated specially even if I were.

"Hey, do you have any WoW TCG loot cards? Specifically looking for vanity pets if you have any."

"I didn't know anyone wasted their money on useless vanity items in a video game. Good work shedding those gender stereotypes you useless sow."
And then I'd be fired.
Ohhh I can't wait for this girls and gaming fad to die. If only so Edie Finds a Corpse can go back to business as usual.
Look at me I'm a guy and I work in a store that sells cooking stuff
DON'T HIT ON ME SILLY OLDER WOMEN xP

Seriously. All the fucking manchild problems being faced by the manchildren? ARE THEIR OWN DAMN FAULT.

Remember: replace "manchild" with "African American".
If nerds seem angry because you're a woman it's because nerds are very angry people. You just happened to be a woman and in their line of fire.
If you were black guess what?
A Jew?
Asian?
Another white guy just like them?
Doesn't fucking matter.
I can't even begin to tell you the number of times I've been called a racist slur that doesn't even make sense. Angry, angry people.
So I'm going to cut this entry off here because it's pretty much more of the same from here on-- her whining about female problems, her getting angry at white nerds like myself for some reason--
Oh but before I go check this shit out:
And yeah that was a guy who stopped dead in his tracks to look at my character for like 5 minutes.
I imagine if you were a woman in real life that would get very tedious and creepy but fortunately none of you on Livejournal are hot enough to manage that feat.
Hot brown girl?
Full Monk Artifact Armor?
Day 2 of the patch that added said armor?
Edie sure has it going on.
Not pictured: my half completed set of black mage armor.
Anyway this entry is way too fucking long already.
Goodbye.