I got something to say

It's better to burn out
than fade away
so first thing's first look at this nightmare:

its eyes also glow red.
What is it?
It's like Korea's interpretation of Stephen King's IT by way of a kid's Pikachu ride.
Imagine you want to go to the grocery store to buy some fucking cream cheese or a sparkling water and then whamo there's that fucking thing.
So anyway I dunno even what to talk about today.
Feminism tag?
Why?

This website is literally a race to see who can get the most offended first

Well that about covers it, I think.
I just got finished reading a forum that sought to defend hating on Thor being a woman now via its violating the mythos, it’d offend those who believe in norse mythology, its practicioners, ect. Ect.
Alright, I just wanna point out how ass backwards that idea is having actually read the eddas and myths. Lets begin:
Oh boy feminist interpretation of mythology ahoy

Mjonlr isn’t some sentient magic weapon thats picky about who holds it, its just fucking heavy. Marvel has some bullshit about being worthy that they got from god knows where.

Yes but in mythology Thor is a man.

So honestly, some mother fuckers need to crack a book before they spout stupid shit about fictional characters that barely resemble the myths they are based on. Honestly, as someone who actually practices Asatru, if they wanna make their thor a chick, that’s they last thing I’m tripping about inaccuracy wise and isn’t even an issue.

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In fact, did you know that the Vikings were actually big on womens rights had better rape laws than we do, didn’t discriminate them from holding positions of power and fucking even fought along side their women? That gods took female form and goddeses took male form time to time?
Something to think about when an ancient “barbaric” race had better equality than we enjoy.

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Wow this is awesome.
Let's change all fictional characters into women and then 90% of the tumblr whining goes away.
Sorry all the things you like are written by men and indeed were intended for men usually. Maybe you should write your own fiction and then you won't have this problem.

girls can’t wear shorts to school bc some 15 year old guy will get “distracted” by the hair free version of his own anatomy.

Come to South Korea, then. Shorts so short they might as well not even be wearing them.

I swear to god give me a week to control the US

Free healthcare. Heavy ass fine for racism and discrimination. Legalized marriage for all couples. Legalized marijuana. Drunk drivers get jail time. Guns would have extreme procedures to legally own them. Abortion would be legal. Transsexuals would have better access to healthcare. Women would be paid the same. The minimum wage would be enough to actually live off of. Large corporations would be kept out of politics. More money would go towards funding education than giving the rich tax breaks. And on Wednesdays we wear pink.

So you're going to turn the US into a brutal police/nanny state.
Good.
But just for that week because then all your rulings will be reversed.

“"No" doesn’t mean "convince me".”

—  Anonymous

 

Except when it does mean that. 

If white girls want to play that way they need to be fucking overt.

Common opening question in South Korea: "are you single?"
You lay your cards on the table immediately.

I can't tell you how much easier shit is here on that front.

I need feminism because

when I told my 16 year old student to put his phone away and focus on his assignment he told me to “quit bitching.”

No that's why you need administrators.

  the funny thing about sexist women with internalised misogyny holding their little cue cards and carefully compiling their little lists to justify why they personally believe that they don’t need feminism is that they wouldn’t even be able to do this in the first place were it not for feminism

What amazes me most about feminism is how deeply misogynistic it comes across at times.

Like what, the only reason women can think for themselves is because literally 40 years ago a bunch of women burned some bras?

Men have been thinking independently since the dawn of time. Why did it take women so long?
If that seriously is your argument then my response is, and I'm dead fucking serious, women aren't competent enough to have rights.

I’ve heard many Christian feminists say that they are a feminist because of Jesus—because of their Christianity. I think that’s great. It’s not my story, however. I am not a feminist because of Jesus. I am a Christian because of feminism..

"Let your women keep silence in the churches: for it is not permitted unto them to speak; but they are commanded to be under obedience, as also saith the law."

1 Corinthians 14:34

 Before I began to view my Christian faith through a feminist lens, I was convinced that there was no redeeming it. I grew up in conservative Christian fundamentalism, going to a church and Christian high school that I consider abusive and cult-like. Even after leaving that church, I couldn’t shake my hatred of God—not just the fundamentalist God, but the God of even more socially liberal evangelical Christianity still focused on atonement and the glorification of violence.

"For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman; but the woman for the man."

1 Corinthians 11:8-9

I didn’t truly know or love God until I encountered her through feminism.  Christianity taught me a lot of things I was “supposed” to know about God. God is love. God is just. God is Trinity. God’s Word is made flesh through Jesus and through the body of Christ. God died, buried, and rose again the third day. God created me in God’s image.

 "Let the women learn in silence with all subjection. But I suffer not a woman to teach, nor to usurp authority over the man, but to be in silence. For Adam was first formed, then Eve. And Adam was not deceived, but the woman being deceived was in the transgression."
1 Timothy 2:11-14

But these concepts seemed meaningless at best, and harmful at worst to me.
Then I started reading feminist theory and theology.

"Wives, submit yourselves unto your own husbands, as unto the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, even as Christ is the head of the church: and he is the saviour of the body. Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in everything."
Ephesians 5:22-24
"Give me any plague, but the plague of the heart: and any wickedness, but the wickedness of a woman."
Eccles. 25:13
No really you picked a great book for feminism.
I always love the Christian apologetics on this, too. Well Paul was really just talking about one church with crazy women--
ignoring the fact that even if that were true they still felt it a significant enough message to include it in in the Bible for the record-- presumably a record that would continue far into the distant future--
and that's not even addressing the fact this is a message repeated a couple of times in the Bible. I didn't even quote all of the instances the Bible is down on women.
There's this Biblical rule that a lot of Christers follow that states the more something is repeated-- because goddamn if there's a consistent message in the Bible-- the more important the thing is. I'd say this is repeated often enough for it to be significant.

Woman: I don’t need feminism!
well gee ok have fun going back to forced childbirth, being bought and sold like property, and legal beatings when you don’t have dinner on the table for your man. because these are all things feminism is currently protecting you from you simple bitch.

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You know what game is pretty great so far? ArcheAge. I don't want to say it'll save the MMO genre because I'm pretty sure it'll be relegated to obscurity or mismanagement basically out of the gate but it seems to be trying harder than any of the other crap I've tried lately.
Speaking of: I bet the Elder Scrolls Online dev team is feeling pretty silly they didn't listen to me.
They actually messaged me one on one so I could tell them what a monumental fuck up this game was, which I commend them for not being bitches about it but they're still dumbasses for not listening for one second.
I guess I can't blame them since my advice was tantamount to saying "stop this and start over."
Being a good game developer, though, should be about having the strength of character enough to say no I won't release this, I think.
Remember when Blizzard was a good developer and didn't release Starcraft: Ghost because it was shit? That's what I mean.
I'd tell you all the problems with it but here's the gist: it's a huge problem when I'm 5 minutes into the game and I've already found enough wrong to bitch about it for an hour.
But that wasn't a problem I had with ArcheAge. I'd been looking forward to it (quietly. I don't like to hype games at all anymore) for a while so I dropped my 70 plonkers on it and expected 70 string cheeses I could never buy.
Booted it up and the character creation was both flexible, easy to use and had a variety of options.
Class options, while not the most unique on offering seemed interesting enough and can be freely combined to create some genuinely unique roles.
You know, sort of like Elder Scrolls Online lied about doing.
The setting, while again not the most interesting I've ever seen in my life was competent and had some genuine attention to detail with some surprising flares of uniqueness. Not the best but definitely competent.
Character growth seems varied and not a pointless gear treadmill like WoW.
Questing, of course, seems like the typical boring fetch quest and meat grinders but the stuff around it seems cool. Build buildings that persist while you're logged out, fight people, build ships and explore the ocean, crafting that has a genuine purpose outside of just being another stat you grind--
yeah I think it'll be quite good when it's fully released.
I don't want to damn it to faint praise but it's an MMO I'd rather play than WoW.
Anyway I sort of lost where I was going with this. I need to wash my sheets.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

HOLY SHIT GUYS.
I found a blog that presumed to teach me about the craft of creating a good character in fiction (of which I am the inestimable master) and, monstrous ego notwithstanding I found they had some decent enough points so I was curious as to what sort of fiction someone with almost some sense would generate.
Not to blow my wad too quick: it's Final Fantasy crossover fanfiction.
Also today's writer's block:

What do you so strongly believe in that you would march in the streets to support, and why?

I was having trouble coming up with an issue I cared enough about to overcome my hatred of outside and I couldn't come up with a single one.
Maybe if you had an "anti-humanity" rally I might endeavor to see that.

You may have heard about anti-vaccine rallies, where people who blame autism on public vaccination take to the streets to protest the vaccination schedule.



I consider these, put simply, bullshit.

I WOULD, however, take to the streets in a pro-vaccination parade, to show my support for medical science against the hordes of overemotional idiots seeking to destroy public health.

I knew a guy who was convinced they put mind control drugs in flu vaccines and then promptly got the flu every year.
Asshole. We would have looong rambling discussions about how evil the government is.
Guy was nuts, man.
That was a weird situation because I met him in a college class then met his fiancee in another class and had no idea they were engaged until I met both of them together and it was this weird "what the fuck" moment.

Short version: The world won't end if you don't put a romance in your stories, and if you can't do it right, you shouldn't do it to begin with.

Oh.
What the fuck?
Did I write this?

Few things are quite as painful as reading a "love story" that has all the passion and sensitivity of buying fish from a particularly untrustworthy salesman. We've all run into this before.


Presumably (my personal experience on the matter is limited), falling in love is a powerful experience. The rush of emotion, the uncertainty of acting on your attraction, the joy of success and pain of rejection - there's a reason poets talk about it so much and a reason "Love" is in the name of more Beatles songs than any other word, to the point Cirque du Soleil used it to title their show. And yet authors keep fumbling that ball.

Well what do you need to have an interesting romance?
Interesting people.
Know what most authors can't do?
Create interesting characters.
I'm not joking when I say creating interesting characters is your primary, secondary and tertiary concern because only about 5% of writing issues can't be solved by having interesting characters.
Fortunately the Greek model is as venerable as it is simple and effective: just take someone who is ordinarily completely badass and then give them a crippling tragic flaw that he can't overcome.
Resolution writes itself~

Perfunctory romances are the bane of both readers and video gamers.

Ironic you should mention "bane of video gamers" when you're writing crossover fanfiction between Final Fantasy X and XIII, both of which contain the most insufferable romance subplot (and main plot, somehow) imaginable.
Wow now he's (she's?) posting his (her?) music library.
It's as anime as you'd expect.

- Duran Duran, Greatest
- Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey OST

Hey wait this is my iPod.
Although of all the SMT games you pulled Strange Journey's original soundtrack out of your ass?
Serious?
Not Nocturne or any of the Persona games?
Whatever.
Maybe they're too mainstream, man.

Short version: It's fine for your main character to know information that the rest of the cast needs to learn, but please don't make them smug about it unless the situation calls for it.

Ok.
Never really had a situation where my main character knew something no one else did but then again my goal in writing isn't to make my main character a stand in for me who is perfect in every way and a glowing Christ child upon my fictional landscape.
Again a decent enough point but you could probably just extend it into "don't make your main character an insufferable twat."
Unless he's the villain.
Your goal is to get your audience to hate your main character by any means necessary, no matter how cheap.
I consider DBZ the prime example of this: how did Toriyama (author of DBZ shut up I'm a weeaboo faggot) get his audience to hate Nappa and Vegeta?
He had them blow a planet filled with innocent bug people up for no clear reason.
Sure it didn't make sense but it pretty much established them as power hungry assholes with almost no effort on his part and before the main character and main villain even met you're already rooting against Vegeta.
Even though I must say I appreciate his hatred for the alien.

We've all seen this one: Character A knows something Character B doesn't know. Character B needs this information at a key point in the plot. Character A dispenses it in a manner that reeks of "God, you would be so helpless without me". This may include references to eye-rolling, sighing, crossing of arms, rubbing of temples, or a thousand other little signs that Character A is irritated by having to tell this to Character B.

I can't say that I have, no.
Although there is a scene in The Odyssey where Odysseus emphatically tell s his crew not to open the giant bag that he's captured the winds in and then they do and he's rightfully angry at them.

Ever read anything by Keiran Halycon?

Can't say that I even know who that is.
Oh they write fanfiction.
What the fuck did you expect?
Holy shit this Final Fantasy crossover also includes the Powerpuff Girls.
Am I on drugs right now?
This is so shameful I can't even bring myself to read it.

Where fanfiction comes into this is with the "MY CHARACTERS ARE BETTER" angle. Let us consider "Operation: POWERPUFF" again.

In Mr. Corvello's story, there is a character named Lotus. She is the former teacher of Numbah 362, the head of the Kids Next Door in canon,

Oh my God people remember Kids Next Door let alone talk about canon or write fanfiction?
What the fuck, people?
Go outside you freaks.
So now I'm a bit confused. The writer of this blog was just bashing Operation: POWERPUFF and yet here it is posted. So apparently the writer is both bashing it and writing it?
Isn't that kind of skipping a step?
Oh well.

(The Emperor and Golbez are busily drinking, with the Man Called True nowhere in sight. The Emperor looks over his glass.)

Emperor: Ah… Our “friend” is currently out of commission, so until he gets back we’ll have to handle this. I’m not sure why, but he locked the doors and took the keys with him, so we don’t have much in the way of choice…

Golbez: This cannot be as bad as the last one.

Emperor: Mr. Harvey, I hasten to remind you he didn’t bring us back for two chapters. This can only end in tears. The longer we wait, the more it will hurt… Conjuring the story.

The Emperor appears to be breaking the fourth wall here.
I'M PRETTY SURE I'M SUPPOSED TO ALMOST LOSE TO HORUS.

Sorry this took so long people, but as you know, has been having technical problems.

Emperor: What “has been having technical problems”?

Laguna: (emerges from an Assist Portal) Fanfiction.net erases any mention of its own name, for some reason. (leaves)

So let me see if I understand this correctly: this is a Cartoon Network cartoon/Final Fantasy crossover fanfiction written as if it were a play (or a TV show I suppose) and this brilliant bit of work is used no less than three times in essays on examples of good fiction writing.
I am awestruck at the moment.
Incidentally the author's personal commentary is the part in bold so not only are we getting frequent asides from the nonplot in the form of stage direction but we're also getting frequent cuts so the author can comment on the technical problems inherent in this fanfiction.
I'm having difficulty imagining technical problems with a fanfiction but I guess your keyboard could break or something.
Just imagine during a TV show if the director stopped everything to walk in front of the camera to tell you what a bitch the lights were to set up.
I don't think TV would be quite the medium it is today had that happened.

Emperor: …ah.
Before I get started… I do not own rights to the song that appears in this chapter.

Golbez: Oh, dear…

Emperor: Translation: “I have no ability to fill all the space I want to fill, so I’ll steal someone else’s work!”

(The chapter is “Spaced Invaders”)
At the Moonbase prison complex, Father walked down a hallway.

Wow there's a song in text form.
Wooooooooooow.
Wooooooooooooooooooooow.

The next chapter of Op. PP is taking longer than expected. It's a longer chapter than normal, and frankly, I'm starting to burn out.

STARTING TO BURN OUT FROM THIS MASTERPIECE? I CAN SEE IT CLEARLY TOOK A TON OF CREATIVE EFFORT TO GENERATE.
Ohhhh I see what's happening.
So the author of this blog is commenting on the author of a fanfiction's writing and I'm commenting on the blogger's comments on the fanfiction.
This is meta as hell, man.
This is Mystery Science Theater inside Mystery Science Theater.
Of course while you can clearly tell my voice from the idiots I review I'm having some trouble with this.
In fact my frequent fuck ups block quoting still doesn't detract completely from who is speaking.
Oh and here there's even an explanation of what the fuck is happening.
Maybe.
I dunno let's see:

Brian Corvello and I were friends... once.

I should explain who the man is first. Brian Corvello ("Cyber Commander" on Fanfiction.net) is a New York resident who writes fanfiction. He specializes in Yu-Gi-Oh, but has also written a Powerpuff Girls/Codename: Kids Next Door crossover and a story based on The Life and Times of Juniper Lee. He's in his late thirties, but I'm seriously not sure if he watches non-children's programming.

So-- yes.
That is exactly what's happening here. I found an unfunny clone of myself who reviews fanfiction.
I guess the confusing part is this-- whatever appears to add dialogue to the already shitty fanfiction and the only way I can tell is the bold part is the blogger's-- man I'm confusing myself.
Time to take a step back and figure out what the fuck is happening.
Nope.
Welp.
Oh I never even posted this:
Up next: Thaumaturge.
Anyway this has been a very confusing entry so I think I need to sit here and not think for a solid 15 minutes.

And on every hand I saw a great plain of woe and cruel torment.

Let's keep this brief.
This is one of those crazies that was homeless at one point and will probably ramble about some spiritual power she thinks she possesses at some juncture.
I can't believe this is a category of blog I've encountered often enough to have the entire course mapped out in my brain.
What will we see? There will probably be the threat of becoming homeless again and that can't happen because blah blah blah FUCK THE INTERNET.

So i bought myself a present yesterday.
glow in the dark blue hair dye.
i was going to get the splat! regular hair dye, but im worried about $$ and i have to go grocery shopping and laundry. all which takes $$. and oh yeah, rent. Anyways, i like stuff like that.

AnywayS.

blue hair dye, black glitter eye shadow, stuff that glows in the dark. what i bought is sooo obviously for a rave lol. i went to a rave once, at this hotel, but i couldent stay because i was sick. lame.

That is a great story.
Speaking of great stories I've been rewatching Dragonball Z lately and I had no idea how balls out insane that show is. I guess when you're a kid it all seems very normal but now as an adult this show is completely off its ass.

im supposed to be typing up my novel but i feel lazy. i worked hard yesterday and im wicked tired. the house is looking better though, although currently i have drayno in the sink (hopefully fixing it ) and nothing to eat. thats why we had macdonalds for lunch. hey they have good chicken. it feels good in my tummy. but burger king is better by far. tylers watching battlestar galatica.

What the hell was that?
You call that a paragraph?
Serious?

im good with the 70s star wars, thats about it lol. my fave characters were luke and chewy. i heart wookies. and of course, dr pepper but its all gone. sooo sad.

I found the perfect image that represents my emotions during these blogs:

Oh right, today's writer's ('s's's') block:

If you could find out what happens after you die, would you want to know?

Sure.
But I wouldn't tell anyone because how many people have claimed to know what happens after you die?
Nothing ever good comes from it.

Yeah, I'd really, really like to. I mean, I have an idea what happens after you die, since I am spirtual.

Checking that off on my list. Soon she'll be claiming some sort of ESP or something.
Then the rant about homelessness.
You watch. It's coming.

im getting tired of leaving work feeling like im going to get in trouble. today was a good day, until that weird assistant manager showed up, the one i dont like. i caught him glaring at me today. i dont know what his problem is.

Kick him square in the dick.

maybe hes just one of those ppl that always come off that way. who knows. who cares. all i want is to not get into trouble and keep this job.

Do that thing where every new sentence is completely disconnected from the previous with no attempt to even join them together.
It makes you look really fucking nuts.

which i s part time by the way. its funny i like work for 2 maybe three days then im off for 3 or 4 more. its fine with me. the apartment needs to be cleaned top to bottom. i got up today at like 7 AM and cleaned for two hours. im ging to do that every day for awhile until the place is immaculate and then make a cleaning routine so i can keep it that way. god i feel so tired. wer'e outta food so i have to go to the grocery store and get some. im prob not going to get to typing more of my novel until tuesday or more realisticly wednesday. im actually in a pretty calm mood right now. all i can think about is zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. so, im going to spend time with tyler <3 and then head to bed. i love my sleep too.

What the hell was that?
Thinking of playing FFXIV. Have to do some bullshit on the internet soon. I'm wondering what I should have for dinner tonight. I wonder if I can still get free PS3 games on the PSN. This new gum I got is really delicious.

so my fiance and i just had a talk about alot of things, mainly how the house is literally a disaster, and i need to clean it. dont worry, we are ok :) but i need to start cleaning and picking up the house, espescially since i want to be a houeswife once he's able to keep a full time job that is substantial enough.

Hausfrau
NEIN! ALBEIT MACHT FREI!
Is it albeit or arbeit? I forgot.
It might be arbeit, actually, because it probably comes from Latin arbites.
Embarrassingly the only way I remember the German word for work is because the Japanese borrowed it and it becomes arubaito so I don't remember if the r should become an l.
Let's look it up~
Arbeit it is.
You know I often make fun of Final Fantasy Tactics for screwing the name of high school level mythological figures up but I can see where this can happen now.
Is it Wigraf or Wieglaf?
Both sound kind of made up so who knows?
Man my brain just filled to the brim with fuck as the three foreign languages I kind of know were battling for supremacy over one word.
It means "to work" although in Japanese it adopts the meaning of working at a part time job specifically.
Because you really need a verb that specifically means that.
It also doubles as a noun.
Actually I guess the main purpose is a noun but you can make it a verb.
WHY CAN'T I GET OFF THIS ONE TOPIC?

i love him to pieces, and to make our relationship continue to work i need to work on the house every day in the morning before work or before i do anything else. EVERY day.

Dutiful wife I guess.
It's kind of-- sweet or something I guess.
I don't know I'm not very good at complimenting people after four years of calling them stupid cunts and chucklefucks and everything else.

It means alot to him that i listen to him and clean, and i understand this. He means everything to me, and i have given him my word that i will clean each and every room , day by day.

So I suddenly find myself in a time warp to the 1950s.
On a completely unrelated note: look at this.
I am so fucking excited. The Thousand Maws of Toto-Rak sounds like a place you might encounter Solomon Kane.
Also look at that baller jacket you can get. That is number one on my list of items to get.
Bet it's archer only or something queer like that. SE loooooooves to give the big middle finger to medium armor classes.

so after an extreme mixup, i went to see my psychiatrist who gave me prozac. ive been hearing about prozac for years, ever since britney spears took it. and no, i know what youre thinking.

I'm glad someone knows what I'm thinking because I certainly don't anymore.

it sounds pretty good, zoloft just wasent doing anything beneficial to my mood. at all. ive been really depressed and had alot of anxiety about my new job, mainly. im just not sure that its going to work out at walgreens. it dosent sound like full time, but it does sound like mainly overnight :/ i just dont feel like im generally good at anything, except writing.

Uhhhhhh--
Scusa?
If writing is what you're good at you must really suck at everything else.

and i hate being around people. i just dont want to keep failing ot of jobs. i feel like eventually im going to end up on disability. a part of me is starting to think that i have some sort of mental disability that the therapists and psycologists havent realized that i have yet. if the meds dont work, im in trouble. and its scary.

Come on tell me about your special power.
All you wack jobs think you have one.

scary thinking you could be fired again and scary thinking that you have a disability. 21 years old. and sometimes i wonder if im bipolar. I think i have bipolar 2. mood swings, constant depression, outbursts, with drawel from friends and activities. im always tired, i struggle coping with life, and i am paranoid, usually about people. paranoid about all sorts of things. i have very low self esteem, and i have severe anxiety. i just dont think someone like me belongs in a workplace.

You know I just want to hang out at my house, not get dressed and play video games all day.
I don't think I'm cut out for this work thing either.

and thats not me being lazy. i just dont think i'll ever be at a job for a substantial length of time. :'(

I'm definitely not being lazy either. I just would prefer not to work.
So pay me, US government.

ok, I have to let off some steam, because i am totally furious with myself. on my first day of work, i went home sick. granted, i felt like shit and then sme. the assistant manager seemed to understand, but he did also give me a look and said that i cant do this everytime i worked. which i thought to myself., duh i know. thats kind of insulting.

First day you're cutting out early. He's just warning you you probably have one strike against you and he's probably only giving you two strikes to begin with.

I didnt really realize that it was possible for men to have a low testerone level. I think that this was based on my core belief growing up as a child (and watching too much crap televison) that all men are sex starved lunatics. this is just not so. while i am a sex starved lunatic myself, my fiance is not, and this could be because of a low testosterone level.

Or maybe he's gay.
Or cheating on you with someone way hotter.
There are any number of explanations.
Now there's a really long post about ectoplasm and I think this basically qualifies for my "herp derp spiritual power" bullshit.

new york city is more than a place to me.
and when i lived there, my filthy converse hitting the sidewalk, sleeping in bunk beds, walking around manhatten, and wondering, what next?
being homeless was a good experience, its freeing, but its not what i want to do now.

And there's the homeless thing.
I swear I don't read ahead.
Honest.
Oh and that's the first post, too.
That's really convenient because I was getting bored of this anyway.
THE THOUSAND MAWS OF TOTO-RAK. Hopefully that's the one that drops the cool jacket because I also see it's R25 so I can definitely steamroll that one solo.
Hoo-boy. Fuck blogging.

WORDPRESS

This blog is taking the INTERNET BY STORM with its nonsense so I've decided now is as good a time as any (namely while I still remember it) to review it so let's rumble.
I actually did some research before to figure this out because we're wading straight into a well of nonsense so I figured I should at least kind of know what's going on.
The blogger in question is a radical feminist. For a long time I reckoned this was a self-created title but this is actually a thing.
Wikipedia even has a page.
I wouldn't read the article because it's really long and pretty much says what you'd expect an article about something entitled "radical feminism" to say.
Anyway enough waffle, let's begin with an article entitled "Life, the Universe, and Everything" which will be good because at last, answers to life's burning questions.

No more answers. I’ve gotten enough attempts to send me nasty viruses and figure out my IP address over the past few days, that I’m not answering any more questions. Everything in the posts that have people upset should be relatively self-evident, especially if you read the comments below the posts. If you haven’t figured it out, you aren’t trying hard enough, or you don’t want to figure it out.

Maybe I'm just really stupid but I still don't get what everyone's butthurt about. It's a crazy woman ranting. What's there to be upset about?
Remember a really long time ago when I reviewed that blog where the woman thought aliens were talking to her? It's like being angry at her. These people need pills, not long, ranting counter-rants.

I don’t think that radical feminism is terribly complex at all. It’s quite simple, and here it is:

I have long learned that when someone asks "oh well what's racism?" or "what's feminism?" to keep my yap shut because I always offer a perfectly rational definition ("racism is hatred or perceived inferiority direct towards a specific ethnic group or race." "feminism is the belief that women are the equals of men.") and I always get shit on.
THEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE PUSSY SENSITIVITY PEOPLE AND THEIR BULLSHIT.
So no, it probably isn't simple.
I'd also like to pause and say that the word "complex" contains a link to another blog that's supposed to explain it to us mush-heads but that blog itself contained three links to other blogs which themselves contained more links so no, no it isn't simple. There are (as far as I was willing to follow) three stages of reading.

“Man and wife”

Now, stop thinking. Seriously.

Done.

Because those of you who didn’t get the “a man is a rape supporter if” post are probably not going to get this, either.

Oh I got the "a man is a rape supporter" post.
We'll be getting to that.

Do you speak another language – one that has a fundamentally different place of reference than English?

I am passable in German and Japanese as well as Latin.

You need to access the part of your brain that lets you do that, that way of listening.

Oh that's a good idea. I wouldn't understand a word of this, then.

You need to stop trying to translate into the language you’re most comfortable speaking. Just put whatever you’re carrying in your mind right down, drop it, listen.

何か？
日本語をわかるでよ

I am not circling anything.

Veni.
This is a lot better.

Man is the “I”, the eye and the center through which everything else is seen.

THAT'S RIGHT.
What the fuck am I reading? I'm seriously having flashbacks to American Romanticism where we were discussing Ralph Waldo Emerson with the "I and eye" bullshit.

That makes an anthropologist write, “The men pushed their boats into the river and left, living the women and children behind in the empty village.”

You do know the word "man" comes from Old Sanskrit "manu", right? It means "human" which itself is an abstract concept rooted in either the earth itself or a being capable of creating knowledge?
There is actually a very serious linguistic reason to choose the word "man" over "human". "Man" typically evokes an image of a discreet group of people versus just generic people.
It's why politicians use "folks" instead of "HEY YOU ASSHOLES."

A man, and the man’s wife. The man is in two places.

Hey have you guys ever seen that movie, Lost Highway?
I don't know why I was suddenly reminded of it.

To be a man, is to be. To be anything else, is to be naught.

We've met before, haven't we?
No, I don't think so.

Anything not-man, we call woman. Anything not-man is empty, and has to be filled.

Where is it you think we've met?
At your house, don't you remember?
No.
As a matter of fact, I'm there right now.
You're where, right now?
At your house.
That's fucking crazy, man.
:|
:|
Call me.
GOD I LOVE THAT SCENE.

Dandelion fluff, or clouds, or dark craziness from being empty. It has no fixed point, no place, no clear observation, because the eye is a man’s “I”.

Oddly enough me just typing shit from memory with no clear indication of who or what is speaking is somehow way more comprehensible than this.

So women have two eyes. Their own eye is clouded, covered over, because to walk through a man’s world you need to borrow man’s eye.

All I know is the guys in my college classes were the must pussified wusses you've ever met in your entire life.

Simple, right? Fractal it.

Race, class, heterosexism, the concept of nation-states, military hierarchies, television, map-making, the reasonable person standard, and airplane seats.

Holy shit, men made nation-states, the military, televisions, maps and airplanes?
We kick fucking ass, holy shit. Maybe everything should listen to us because we clearly have it going on.

A person from the Cherokee nation tries to talk cosmology to an Anglo Christian, and hears, “Oh, yes, I see how that’s similar to my own beliefs on God”; he can dress in a suit and run a plantation and go to Washington, D.C., and it’s still not enough to avoid Cherokee Nation v. Georgia, because a “fair” fight is on their terms, their rules, their boundaries, their booby-and-booty traps, and that’s losing before the game started.

I see.
No I don't.
I am seriously flashing back to half my college classes right now. How on earth am I graduating with honors if this is the drivel I've had to navigate?
Not to be too prideful or an egomaniac or whatever but if this is seriously what I had to do to graduate with honors I'd like an additional recognition, please.

There you go. I’ve explained patriarchal society. You’re welcome.

Thanks.
Learned a lot.

This is a handy guide for women who involve themselves with men. I’ve recently received a bunch of comments from men who say that they aren’t rape supporters because they (1) have never “raped” a woman and/or (2) are gay.

I have never raped a woman nor do I believe any woman should be raped.
I'm very interested to hear how I endorse rape.
This is like the time in pussy sensitivity class #37 where I was asked if I was racist and I said "no" and he asked "well how do you know?" and I didn't really have a response to that because I knew no matter what I said I'm already a racist so just lay it on me, sister.

He discusses the “types” of women he finds sexually appealing and/or attempts to demean women by telling them he does not find them sexually appealing.

Welp.
Guess I'm a rapist, then.
I'm still interested to hear how my preference for DBGs somehow makes me a rapist.

So, let’s see how many women reading this know at least one male over the age of 18 who does not fit this list. Anybody?

No human can avoid this list because it also includes, somehow, "men who have viewed pornography". And I'm guessing something like 98% of all humanity has viewed some form of pornography at this point in time.

I’ve posited in other contexts that the idea of ownership over female reproduction probably originated in the domestication of “livestock.” Historically, there has been very little difference in how we’ve been treated in most patriarchal societies and how society conceived of non-human female mammals.

Are you seriously implying you're being treated like breeding stock?
Serious?
You're typing this bullshit on the WORLD'S GREATEST INVENTION (invented almost exclusively by men, incidentally) and you can seriously believe this?
If you were being treated like cattle there's no way you'd be allowed access to the internet let alone know how to read or write.

(Spartan and Western Puebloan societies come to mind as societies which downplay females as sex objects, though I’m not an anthropologist and my reading in this area is pretty limited).

The Spartans were pretty badass but they did a lot of things I'm sure you'd find objectionable.
They kept slaves, they killed babies that had birth defects, they fought numerous, numerous wars for little to no reason other than they could-- man the Spartans were hardcore.

In a sense, if you believe that humans can direct other animals’ reproduction for our convenience, then it’s not a far leap of logic to suggest human female reproduction can also be “managed.”

Before you engage in another rant I'm just going to link you to a Wikipedia article.
YOU ARE AN IDIOT.
Reproduction, managed? TRULY THIS IS INSANITY.

I had a dream the other night, which made me remember something I think I had almost forgotten.

There's an epic poem that starts out kind of like this.

I dreamt that I was working in a house with many people (female and male). At one point I went down into the basement, and heard two co-workers having an argument. One was a middle-aged woman who I knew to have many children, and the other was a man who was dismissing each point that she had brought up; she told him that he would never completely understand what it is to feel because he has never known a woman’s grief. She pointed at me and said, “You know, right? We all cry. It’s okay. Just cry.”

Except while that poem had grand adventure and battles and the gods meddling in the affairs of mortals this is-- bleh.

And I started bawling. Not about anything in particular. I just dropped to the floor and sobbed.

Wow.
On command.

When I was done, she rubbed my back, and looked at him and said, “Every woman contains in her an ocean of grief.” He left then, and I turned to her in surprise and said, “That’s similar to something Germaine Greer said. You’ve read The Whole Woman?”

CAIN'T READ NOR WRITE.
Did this dream really happen? I'm having a time believing this really happened.

“Who’s that?” she asked, and left the room.

We began walking together through the house, with her making comments about women’s experiences and me asking if she’d read the author who had written something similar. She had never heard of them. “Dis-memberment, yes! You’ve read Daly!” “Who? No, what I’m saying is….”

Dis-memberment. That's when someone cuts your arm off.

Finally I asked her, “So you’re a feminist?”

And she said, “What’s that?”

Radical feminism is by and for women. Because it arises out of our experiences, to a large extent it is self-evident. It is simple. It is easily understood. QED.

This is a great dream.

We need consciousness raising groups again. I wonder if one of the worst things that ever happened to feminism was that it became rooted in academia; that is not where it belongs, and this is not an academic discipline.

Not an academic discipline, you heard it here first, folks.
I guess my main problem with things like this is you are, by your own admission a disenfranchised group and yet you do everything in your power to make yourself nebulous and a hard sell to the supposedly empowered group. If men are the ones with all the power then they don't really need you, do they? So instead of trying to work with the supposedly powerful group you've done literally everything you can to make yourself unlikeable (accusing the other group of ridiculous things, falling back on strawman rhetoric, preaching to the choir, etc) and yet you somehow expect gains for this?
Actually, no, let me simplify this: what is your goal in all this?
Usually you have a point you try to make when you post shit.
I think.
Maybe you don't, I dunno.
Anyway before I go LOOK AT THIS.
MORE INFO THAN I EVER WANTED TO KNOW ABOUT MY OWN FINAL FANTASY XIV CHARACTER.

Let's-- excuse me?

So I finally got around to getting and playing that Dawn of War II expansion, Chaos Rising. I'm really confused at some of the moral choices I have to make. At one point in the third mission you can bust down a gate or jump over it and lower it. The logic being CHAOS SCUM would destroy the gate while a good loyalist would jump the gate and bring it down safely so it can provide security for THE SERVANTS OF THE EMPEROR in the future.
Well I don't have any jump troops so I had to bust it down and the game calls me corrupt for doing so.
WELL EXCUUUUUUSE ME FOR NOT LETTING THE IMPERIAL GUARD GET HAPLESSLY SLAUGHTERED WHILE I STAND THERE LIKE A LUMMOX. Then I got an additional point of corruption for picking up a meltagun that apparently is corrupting somehow. I guess the logic is anything Chaos uses would be corrupt but the heavy bolter I recovered from a Havoc has purity points so-- God, no, no, let's not get into this.
Anyway here's some blog I have no clue what's going on.

I am St. Gabriel Gaḇrîʼēl the Archangel, Strength of God, Divine Messenger, One of the Seven who Stand before the Lord, Chief of the Angelic Guards of Paradise, Bringer of the Word of Truth, Angel of the Power of God, Angel of Birth and Mercy, Angel of Death over Kings, Prince of Ice and Thunder, and Maker of Changes.

>Maker of Changes
CHAOS.
Also: I'm about to view content not appropriate for minors.

OOC: Some RL things have become a little complicated. I'm working on it, but I'm not in the best of states and may not be able to reply to threads at my usual pace. I will definitely try my best, though. I'm sorry. <3

OOC for those of you blessedly ignorant of all things douchey on the internet stands for "out of character".
(+1 corruption point for you now. Even knowledge of Chaos corrupts.)
Ready for some Christian fanfiction?
I never thought I'd say those two words together but here we are.

The end happens in winter. It is strangely fitting, after all; winter is death, but this time there are no hidden seeds of new life that will bloom in time.

DEEEEEEEEEEEEP.

Gabriel had once complained about Christmas; it was supposed to be a holy day, a celebration of the birth of the Saviour, and now it was a celebration of mass consumerism and greed and gluttony and it wasn’t even the right day.

Wasn't Gabriel the affable angel, according to Milton?
I'm pretty sure he's the one that tells Adam that there's a bad man amidst the Garden of Eden so BE ON ALERT and Adam like any good child promptly forgets and does the exact opposite of what he's told. I somehow doubt he'd be standing here all emo and shit.

He had been wrong; humans weren’t entirely stupid. They’d recognised the signs and the catastrophes, the mass miracles and massacres. They’d recognised that they were caught in the middle of a war. Churches had never been fuller, and on Christmas Eve, Gabriel stood unseen in a church for a while and watched as everyone prayed for mercy, for forgiveness, for salvation.

I'm praying for it to never stop snowing. From now until April I want the Northern Hemisphere to be blanketed with ice and snow.
For one thousand and one years we will be bathed in the storms of the Warp.

He had always assumed that Heaven would win. He holds on to that belief now, as casualties mount on both sides. Faith was hard to come by these days, after all; you treasured what little you had.

SEMICOLONS. SEMICOLONS AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN PERCEIVE.
This is literally the most cliched thing I've read in about 20 days.

With the freak snowstorms and floods and hurricanes battering most of the globe, and with the fallout from all the skirmishes, the human population has dramatically lessened.

Goddamn you even make the acid trip that is the Book of Revelation boring. Isn't this about the point where 1/3rd of the waters are turning to blood and there are poxes and rashes and shit?

[00:52] SavioBriion: :O
[00:52] SavioBriion: :O :O :O :O :O
[00:52] Bird: <3
[00:52] SavioBriion: it is an accurate depiction of my face right now
[00:52] Bird: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
[00:52] SavioBriion: *GLOMP*

Oh God no.

... I can deal with the portrayal of myself as blonde and carrying what appears to be a duckling. I can even overlook the star tiara. However, there is a common misconception about me that I would like to clear up.

I am not "the only female archangel". There are quite a few angels who have chosen to assume female form, and I am not one of them. I'm genderless, and usually appear to be male; while I have the ability to assume a female form, I have done so about twice or thrice, for very brief occasions, during my millennia on Earth. However, for all intents and purposes, I am currently male.

I've seen some shit in my time but this is definitely up there. I seem to recall a second blog many, many years ago I reviewed where someone was writing fanfiction about archangels and I called her a cunt and we had a bit of a laugh and all that. This entry, however, is just about one thing: PAIN.

Your LiveJournal account for user "cattygabriel" has been credited with the
following add-on:

- Extra Userpics (1 package) - 2 months

...

Userpics: You've uploaded 32 of 102 total

So let me see if I understand this correctly: you have to pay Livejournal to upload avatars?
And people take advantage of this service?

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

... EEEEEEEEE...

*FLYINGTACKLEGLOMP*

Oh God.
... Literally, "oh God."

Uri-mun, you are wonderful and I'm sorry I took a while to post this, but this is just a reminder that you have my undying gratitude and I am your willing slave. >:3

Well this took a turn for the kinky.
CORRUPTION.
CORRUPTION ABOUND.

What is your fondest childhood memory of your father or grandfather?

Please be a normal answer.

When I was first brought into being, before Time was a concept, even before the Silver City existed, I could feel my Father. I could sense His Presence as a flame within me, and the sensation of being safe, warm and loved.

Welp.

This is Gabriel as a female. Warning: one of the pictures shows her in... lingerie. Hence the cut.

I'd be embarrassed to come up with 1. a fanfiction based on Christian mythology and 2. put gender-bending archangels in it.

Gabriel had neglected his duties for far too long. His assistants took care of his paperwork when he was away, of course, but he often felt guilty about it on his return.

Paperwork--
This is a severely fucked up cosmology.

Today:
[12:30] SavioBriion: YUBI SHINES
[12:30] Star Spiritgate: Yeeees?
[12:30] SavioBriion: WHY THE ANONYMITY?
[12:30] SavioBriion: *FLYINGTACKLEGLOMP* *LICKLICKLICK*
[12:30] SavioBriion: <3 <3 <3
[12:31] SavioBriion: THANK YOU SO MUCH!
[12:31] Star Spiritgate: XD;;;;; You're welcome
[12:31] SavioBriion: *glompsnuggle* Anything you want? Fic? "Art"?
[12:32] SavioBriion: Favours that shall not be spoken of in public? >:3

Holy shit.
Hold on I think the greatest douche shiver of all might turn into a full-on seizure.
This is so bad I'm having a douche seizure.

Has someone you loved and respected ever done something you consider despicable? If so, how did you deal with it? Did you try to forgive them? Did it permanently change your feelings for them?

I don't even remember these writer's blocks.

I loved Lucifer very much, once; he was my closest friend, and I also respected him as His Second and the leader of the Host. He was the bright Morningstar; his name, Lucifer, meant Light-Bringer, and he was truly the highest, most glorious angel in Heaven.

And then he defied our Father,

Nowhere in the Bible does it say Lucifer is Satan. That is a much later invention.

and Fell, and took a third of the Host with him.

The "one third of the Angelic Host" thing was an invention of Milton too, incidentally.

Speaking of Gifts, THANK YOU so much for the Lemur! He will keep Fella very good company <3>
People actually buy that clipart for other people?
Man, fuck.
All these businesses that work so hard on advertising and marketing and shit don't need to be working that hard.

It is warm and humid, and the heat is not helped by the huge bonfire burning in the middle of the town. A scrap of mulberry-bark paper escapes the fires, flying up towards the pale young man in priest’s robes standing nearby. The Archangel Gabriel catches it and stares at the half-hieroglyph still visible and wonders: how much knowledge, how much Mayan culture has already been burnt?

Not that I'm making excuses for the Conquistadors but they did preserve a lot of the Mayan culture in their own writings because Mayan writing may not have been a full writing system.
Wow what ensues is the biggest strawman argument ever.
This is terrible, goddamn. You'd think after this long at writing you'd at least improve a little bit.

Disclaimer: Gabriel and Lucifer are characters from the Bible I like to write about.

Oh is that right?

Warning: Hints of homosexuality, though technically angels are sexless.

I should link this to a conservative Christfag website, sit back and watch the flames.

Contrary to popular belief, the desert was not always a land of blistering heat and scorching sands. In fact, it was rather cool during the dawn and dusk, and at night.

>rather cool
>subzero
Yeah I guess.

It was not dusk yet, however, and Gabriel squinted against the sun, more for the benefit of the girl at his side than because it hurt his eyes.

“This is reckless and dangerous, Sultana,” he murmured.

As opposed to reckless and perfectly safe, or dangerous but careful.

“You help me escape my other minders, and then warn me? You are a conflicted man, Jibril.” Sultana’s tone was light, teasing, as she brushed off some sand clinging to the silver embroidery on Gabriel’s blue robes. Then she reached up to her veil. Gabriel caught her hand.

Gabriel, playa. Getting the DBGs.

“Not only are you alone with a man, you are removing your veil? Do you want to be stoned?”

Yes because all Muslims historically stoned women.
Christ all mighty.

Sultana pulled away, tugging off the veil and headscarf, tossing her long thick hair defiantly, and her dark eyes flashed. “Being stoned would be worth this one moment of freedom.

Very American view on life.
And what follows is WORDS WORDS WORDS.
Well I think that's it because I'm not seriously reading fanfiction and that's all that follows.
Also: PRAISE BE TO THE EMPEROR, SNOW IS UPON US.

MONETIZE MY BLOG!?

I could monetize this son of a bitch and make pennies, pennies, I say, per month! I won't do that, though, because then I can't gloat more about all these shitty blogs with ads all over their shit. I provide all this high quality entertainment for free and you fags are asking for money? I think not.
Oh right, today's blog. I see ads, but that might just be Livejournal~
I didn't even really read today's blog before diving into this entry, but from the sounds of it our boy needs knocked down a peg. As Don Henley said (I hate the Eagles) "kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down."

That's a bad word now, isn't it? ^_~

^_~ faggot.

Well. School was quite fun today.

>school
>fun
what

Swedish class went by rather quickly, after which I had some lunch and then proceeded to call a certain English girl who sounded very sleepy . So damn cute.

HEY GUYS I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. I'M JUST SAYING.

Anyways, that really made me happy and energetic and just... happy! <3

Whatever, putz. By your emoticons I'm sure you're just upset she doesn't have a dick.

I banded together with the more talented people in my class, gamesdev-wise, and we've decided to make a semi-3D roleplaying-game in Microsoft's XNA environment.

You can't have part of a dimension, people. Either it's full 3D or it's 2D with models rendered in 3D. Knock this whole "2.5D" shit off.

Also, mischievous rabbit is mischievous? =D When I got home from school, her damn cage was open and she was happily hopping about in the living room. ^^';

:|
Ok gearing up for the world's longest entry ever, and I'm actually going to read at least part of it before skipping.

Upon walking through the gates to the arrivals hall, my eyes find a very specific girl amongst the other randomers, smiling. I walked towards her, but she disappeared. Then I heard a voice that I've heard through my headset oh-so many times before. Upon turning around, I was welcomed by the most heartwarming embrace I've ever felt. I've known her online for over a year, and I just couldn't believe she could be as nice a person in real life as she was online, but... she's all that, and much more.

k
also: lol internet romances

I acted as her pillow on the train ride back.

Heh

A while later, Bry came back down and said she couldn't sleep. She cuddled up beside me on the couch, and... we kissed. And Gods, did it feel wonderful.

I hate it when people say "gods" instead of "God" because they're Pagan or some shit. Talk proper, Christ. I don't believe in God or gods or Jesus Christ either but that doesn't keep me from invoking his name every other second, inevitably at something douchey one of you assholes said. Dipshits.

Saturday, the 8th of August, was a very special day.

Ah, she slobbed your knob. Say no more, my man.

The most important reason the 8th is a special day, though, is that it was the day upon which me and Bryony officially got together, which is something that means so much I can't put words to it.

Yep.
Really you don't need to go into details, bro. I get you.

Skegness was really fun.

Excuse me?
I don't know what (or where, for that matter) "Skegness" is but it sounds treatable.
Ok I can't read any more, good grief.
Moving on~

Meaning, I can play a song perfectly in theory, but my damn hands just can't do it.

That's a convenient excuse.

Then I made a new EVE Online account (shock!) and played 'till four in the morning.

Oh you played a screen saver until four in the morning?

It appears as though 2009 is approaching rather quickly.

Oh what, I just skipped nine months' worth of entries? Goddamn, kid. You're boring as fuck. I'd read a sentence, then skip, read a sentence, then skip for a whole nine months? Bro. Seriously. Liven up. Say something interesting once in a while. It won't kill you to have a personality.
This blog is left with so little content (five minutes spread across at least nine whole months) I'm left with little else to say.
So here's a humorous picture to amuse you:

Dark Undead Abyss of my mind

Why "my mind" isn't capitalized I don't know. I guess it's none of my business.
If you've been following this journey at all, I think you know what's about to happen.
If this is your first entry, then allow me to clue you in.
You'll click on it. It'll be black font with some "lol ironic" avatar, usually white text on a black background. Then you will look at the words in the blog. At this point your brain will tell you it's crap and you'll have to labor to keep your eyes from rolling right out of your head.
Here we are~

Do i ever post good things?..yes...

I guess we should define "good" here. Positive, maybe. Good (as in quality)? Never.

Did alot of laundry *grr* hate laundry

Got that done

Took out the trash

took a break and leveled Sheryna (World of warcraft chary) to level ten...

Wow, level 10? That ranks up there with not zipping your dick into your jeans after taking a piss.
Actually I doubt he could have posted a level or achievement in World of Warcraft that would impress me. Play a real game.

Tried to apply to mcdonalds for extra job and money and almost done through the application...the computer desides its done with its virus scan and restarts without asking me for permissions...

Let me guess, you have a Vista box and let it run amok and control your life? You know most of that shit turns off.

so i say fuck that for a while...

Go to take out more trash and start dinner

I don't know how you do laundry (for all I know you take it down to the crick and get your wash board out) but you seem to be missing a few hours of your day. I know if you're absolutely shit at WoW it takes maybe two hours to level to 10.

big spider walks into the house while im out there aparrently because he was just sitting there like "hellllooooooo there"...when i walked in..

atempted to shoe it to death, broom it out the door *nicely*, then gave up and desided a bad chemical death would be nice....some pagan wiccan I am...

What the fuck is a Pagan Wiccan? What is that? I've heard these words spoken before, but I never endeavored to speak to anyone claiming to be one because I was sure what would follow would be a litany on par with when Christians try to convert people.
I know "Pagan" is the generic term Christians apply to anyone not Christian/Jewish/Muslim so that's not really helpful. You could worship Odin for all I know.
Consulting Wikipedia now.

Wiccans typically worship a Horned God and a Triple Goddess.

So, what, Hecate and Pan?
Ugh this is too stupid to even warrant thinking about.

Work has cut down hours to like 2-4 dyqas aweek...for everyone...wtf
gas is near 299 a gallon...^_^ SQUEE

What.

Samhain is comming YAY....

Non-douches know this holiday as Halloween or All-Saints Day.

Wife is angsty about the whole thing, how do you tel someone you love that what happens happens...however hard it is to say that and believe it...

W-- this is a guy writing this? I'm surprised. Usually guys don't claim to be Wiccans. That's a stupid girl thing. I think guys claim Odinism as their thing so they have an excuse for the homo shit they do in the gym showers.

Today is Solans birthday, YAY...hes 3...yay...

You named your kid Solan?

but then the world better watch out because im already makeing my long horror movie line up for the whoooollllle month of October...and if anyone wishes to know waht I will be for halloween im going to be a fairy

... Is this a girl writing this I can't tell now. Also "making" doesn't have an e. I know third grade grammar is tough but come on.

so a week or so ago heather dabbled in the male species so to say...
and...now she feels all things written below

... F--

dizzy
"sick"
bloated
headachey
crampy
and...really really tired

...which all sound remotely like the earlier symptoms of something

...
...
this should be interesting...

AH SHIT. You shouldn't be allowed to have children. Mandatory abortions.

Why is it people are close minded, its so much easier to be open minded, think of all the time and effort that it takes to dislike things...when you could not care and like them anyways because they are people and not a religion or a sex...

Because that means I filter out SHIT LIKE THIS.

Why is it every human being is selfish, in one way or another everyone is out for good ole number one...

Is this a rhetorical question? I can't tell because there's NO QUESTION MARK.

Why is the christian god so fucking pushing, if he wanted people to follow him, he should stop makeing
his existing people " shove it down your throat" seriously if this God guy wants me to follow him he needs to stop being sexist, ignorant, and closed minded...

There is no God. Not one. The people who follow this deity may be backwards, ignorant fucks but the actual creature doesn't exist. It's like being mad at the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus.
... Who don't exist either, in case you didn't know.

How come men dont know what NO means...its a very simple, word, prehaps it is too complicated for their heterosexual pea sized brains...

According to the paradigm (s)he's set up here gay men cannot exist.
Also I bet I understand more than you ever will, so don't partonize me you stupid cunt.

Why are people stupid?

Ask yourself why you're stupid and you may come to an understanding.
Here's what a hypocritical douche this person is:

Why don't people take into consideration peoples feelings before they say things...it would avoid alot of hurt...

Fair enough, I guess.
Oh but wait. Not ten items down:

If we all just die in the long run, why do we spend our whole lives trying to perfect life...

CAN'T HAVE IT BOTH WAYS. I fully realize that just because two things are contradictory does not mean that both cannot happen (morals are often confusing that way) because this isn't science, but somehow I doubt this person has the mental faculties or the a knowledge of philosophy wide enough to pull a stunt like this.

ok i'm done LOL...anyone who can remotely answer these go for it...

LOL SO DEEP. Die.
Also if you're really looking for an easy answer you can understand, allow me to answer a question with a question: why not?

I wonder at times why RPG causes more drama then real life lol

I wonder at times WHY ARE YOU TYPING LIKE A CHILD.
Then she posts her results to the Dante's Inferno Hell Quiz. I had to take this shit in High School when I read the Inferno. It called me a heretic, which I can live with. If squares call me a heretic I'm doing something right.
She, however, is padding her results to look more "badass" than she really is. Look at this shit.

Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)	Extreme
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)	Extreme
Level 7 (Violent)	Extreme
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)	Extreme
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)	Very High

A violent, gloomy, fraudulent, treacherous heretic. JUST THE PERSON I WANT TO MEET.
I remember me and the people I knew in the class tried to pad our results as much as possible to see if we could get extreme on everything (what else are you going to do) and we couldn't even get results like this when we tried.

Choose one word to describe me ... just one single word.

Just one word? Let me see, there are so many to choose from and this is all so sudd-
Cunt.
That's me.

Maybe It's Just Me

I must be crazy awesome compared to everyone who has a blog, which is a scary thought because my evenings are now filled with playing Warhammer Online.
Are peoples' lives that bereft of content that they have to relive what has just happened to them not six hours ago to fill the void? It's like one of those local TV stations that can't net its own commercials so it just shows the affiliate commercials twice.
Maybe it's because I'm too busy talking to girls and not acting like a complete twatmouth but I could never imagine doing this.
Lisa's Journal.

im so tired. and moody. i hate having my period. there's so much shit gonig on at work... cliques and all that. and for once im on the outside looking in... and im so happy about it.

Sounds like a weak excuse to me. I can't imagine anything more interesting than gossip. To gossip successfully you have to be on the inside. That's why I always look for the cattiest bitches in class and sit right there. By the end of the class I know everything about everyone and I haven't even met these people.
I should write a book. "How To Know Everything About Everyone."

its a wall between keri and delilah, and stephanie and ashanti. and then theres me leanne and ed, totally out of any circle of any kind. and it really is the best to be that way. I'd rather not be involved in a who-said-what drama filled work week. but nobody said i cant have my own opinions on it!! :)

Keri with an I, Ashanti... Well that's actually spelled right. So let me see if I understand this. You don't want to be on the inside but you still want to have an opinion?
Quite frankly I think you're lying. Why would you care enough to have an opinion but not enough to want to be on the inside?

i think what stephanie is doing is retarded. she's bringing up to keri all the time " why dont you talk to me like you do to delila and lisa?" first of all that puts me right in the middle of all that, when i dont want to be, and secondly, why is she bringing outside stuff here. how they "used to be such good friends, yadda yadda"...

She's a rabble-rouser. She's trying to get everyone angry at each other to enjoy the angry screaming matches of her labor. You're doing your part by buying into it. This is why you aren't supervising and Stephanie is.

shes got no clue. this girl ashanti is the dumbest mess of a person ive ever met. she reminds me of meagan with her judging and phony ways.

I don't even think I need to point out the hypocrisy here.

i have tried to have an intelligent conversation with this girl and its like talking to a brick.

Well Lisa, (mind if I call you Lisa?) somehow I doubt you're capable of having an intelligent conversation, Lisa "punctuation and capitalization is for nerds".

ok so, i had a big mishap. i happened to be over the limit on one of my credit cards. and not just one ofr like 200 bucks, it was the big one. 2500. so of course i called wamu, then they tell me instead of a 16% interest rate, its going to be 28.9%... what the fuck. so of course i start crying bc thats almost double, meaning i would have to PAY double every month.

Yeah credit card companies tend to frown on overcharging by two thousand dollars. Since you are, after all, an idiot, I'm sure your limit wasn't scary high in the first place.
To make a long story short she got it down to two cycles of 300 dollars, which was convenient for her because she had money from her grandmother. She still has to pay some of it herself like a big girl, though.

so instead of that going towards fun stuff like drain boards or vaccuums, it went to the freakin bills. always happens that way. so i cleared that up.

So let me see if I understand this correctly. You overcharge by two thousand, five hundred dollars, and you don't even have a vacuum cleaner to show for it? What was all that money going towards, ice cream?

went to the bank to deposit some money in there, and the dude told me i was approved for a credit card, and its 0% for the first 6 months, then 11.9 after that. so i said whatever, go for it, see if we can maybe get rid of one of the small cards... keep them open of course but still knock them all out balance wise.

I'm not sure if I understand this. You're going to pay your credit cards off with another credit card?
Why, what could possibly go wrong?

Another thing on my mind is that more and more it seems like that mayan prophecy is going to come true.

What Mayan prophecy is that, Lisa?

I really think the world is gonna end for humans soon.

You really don't understand the prophecy. I'm not even sure you can call it a prophecy, unless you count the sun rising as prophecy. But that's okay, you tried with your tiny little mind.
We, according to the Mayans, are currently in the fourth age, soon to be replaced by the fifth age. This could mean anything, as indeed the Mayan definition of an age is such that it is impossible to understand what has changed, if indeed we even perceive a change. That's why so many people seem to have trouble grasping the concept because it's so supposedly beyond the grasp of human senses until you're already in it, then it's too late.

Think about the last couple of years and all the things that happened... the tidal wave (typhoon) in china, The louisiana devastation, the iowa floods... noticing a pattern? WASHING AWAY.

Yeah I'm sure the Mayans predicted Louisiana would be washed away. I'm sure that was all carved out on their sun dial.
Let me make this simple for you to understand, Lisa. If you own a calendar, how far does it go? It stops at December 31, 2008, doesn't it? Does that mean the world is ending December 31, 2008? Of course not. Stop being a gullible douche.
I've often heard the argument that WELL WHY WOULD THEY END IT AT SUCH AN ODD DATE? To them that was a logical date, because surprisingly they don't have the same Gregorian concept of time that we do in 2008.

And with all the crazy hale and thunderstorms we've had all summer and even the summer before, im starting to think that we are gonna die by 2012.

Yeah natural weather patterns really are to be feared.

Fuckin scientology people really piss me off. this is a brief summary of what they believe....

Oh what, like it's any crazier than believing a bronze age culture's stone sun dial predicts the end times?
The Mayans, like the Aztecs, Greeks, Romans and Chinese had an interesting religious tradition, at least in my opinion. Their gods and stories seemed to have less to do on whether they were literally true, or indeed even possible, and more to do with the actual meaning behind them. The ideas they stood for was far more important than whether or not Athena and Poseidon actually had it out for the right to rule Athens.
So to treat these things like common history or a common oracle is to demean its actual value to humanity.

lol. hes the best. hes so cute he just called me up bc he got his library card today and he picked up the GED book. and also got acouple movies for us.

Renting up some movies from the library, huh?

saying you don’t know why I haven’t called or texted you, and that I need to grow up. In fact, I AM grown up. Because if I wasn’t, I would blow up on you every time I hear you talking shit about me at work. But I don’t, because I have respect for my job and the people in it.

So not acting like a complete baby means you're grown up?
Interesting view, I guess. In a stupid way.
Well thank you, Lisa, for providing me with my Friday update. I'm so glad I ended on a first name basis with you.

ho ho artists

Artists are odd creatures. Most anyone who maintains that they're an "artist" for any length of time generally gains an ego to match their supposed "talents". The fun part is seeing whether or not the ego is deserved.
Today I may have found one worthy, though, because apparently she (or he, wouldn't count that possibility out) has enough talent to attend art school.
The game is to determine, through a number of entries, whether or not this person is good at whatever it is they do.
There is a link to her (?) Deviant Art account at the top, but I won't click on that right away. That'd be cheating.
Here it is.

Ok, so art school.

Firstly, I know NO ONE. And I'm not as good at making friends as I used to be. O_o So I've made like... two? Sort of.

Oh aren't you just a social butterfly. I CAN'T MAKE FRIENDS. ONLY TWO IN ONE DAY.

Philosophy of Art and Design? IT'S TOK. OMFG, WHEN WILL I ESCAPE?!?!?!?! Then again, I guess I can chalk one up to IB, so... yay?

... Having been the guinea pig for this mess of acronyms, I'll translate. TOK is theories of knowledge, and it's for the International Baccalaureate program.
Basically it's for overachieving nerds who didn't think AP was good enough.
In reality it's just slightly faster AP with basic 101-level scare tactics of MANY OF YOU WON'T MAKE IT.

Visual Design? It's like taking a calculus student and teaching them basic addition and subtraction all over again. I like the class, because I get to really strengthen my basics, but then again, I don't really want to relearn addition.
Don't bitch about easy classes. In my experience, college has two difficulty levels: easy, and easy with a ton of work you don't want to do. Be thankful.

I was going to be clever and try to sum up all that is my life in 25 words, but I got to 10 words and said fuck it.

I bet I could summarize my life in less than 25 words. Guess not everyone can be as FULL OF INTERESTING EXPERIENCES like you.

IB SCORES! I PASSED! W0000T!

English - 6
Spanish - 7 (WTF?! No. Way.)
History - 5 (I was expecting a 4 or 3)
Chem SL- 6 (omg, no fing way. I was TOTALLY expecting a 3.)
Math - 6 (woot!)
Art HL - 5 (The hell? I was expecting higher. oh well!)

Yay! Life is good. Sort of! Yay! :D

Yeah, yeah.

The world is filled with information. Anyone can find that information. Hell, all you do is open google, and type in any word, and millions of pages of information pop up. But who is to know which information is important, or even relevant?
I can sift through pages and pages of information before I find something I think is important, and I may over look lots of stuff that really is important.

Holy shit you're almost done with the IB program and you still haven't figured that out yet?
Goddamn I should have told my school "fuck you it's a waste of time trust me I'm saving you heartache" when I signed up for the test courses.

It's wierd to think that in 4 years a person can come this far.

Also wierd to think how much a person can stay the same.

Taking "i before e except after c" a little too literally, aren't you?

I BEST THING ABOUT GRADUATING AND GOING TO ART SCHOOL?!?!?!

NO MORE RETARDED ENGLISH ASSIGNMENTS, OR HISTORY READINGS!!!!
YAAAY!

Could have used some more third grade English assignments.

Quick hypothetical question....

Ok, so there's a person who doesn't know how to do something. They express this deficit of knowledge and request your assistance in learning the information. You...
A - Ridicule them for not already knowing how to do this task.
B - Roll your eyes and ignore them.
C - Both A and B
D - Help the person without complaining, bullying, or belittleing them.

"belittleing", huh? Guess it'd depend on the context. In an educational situation I guess D, but if it's you and your stupidity, and I'm here doing this, I guess A.

You chose C. The correct answer was D.
Sorry, you lose one million points.

Actually I chose A, but all right.

It's days like this that make me hope I do end up going to college really far away.
Either I'm being accused of not knowing shit about how to survive in the real world, or I'm being made fun of for asking for help to learn those same skills. So fine. You win. I hope I go to school really fucking far away, so that I do learn everything all by myself, since you won't fucking help.

Why so butthurt?

There's acid on my tongue. I could spit it at you, or you, or you, or you, but I'll swallow it instead.
I just know that I win, because I have self control.

Oh so that's how you win. I thought it was getting more points than everyone else.

Fack off, everything.
Fack off concert. Fack off Barnes and Noble. Fack off English IA. Fack off history essay.
FACK OFF COLLEGE APPS. FACK OFF JOB APPS.
FACK OFF, ATT, FOR SCREWING UP MY SERVICE PLAN!!!

It's okay your mom probably won't read this.

EIGHT ways to win your heart:

Let's see if I could jump her bones.

1. PMD,TWYW.

What.

2. Gotta be funny, and gotta think that I'm funny, at least sometimes.

Well I have half of this down.

3. Don't preach to me. About anything. Ever.

Okay.

4. Be spontaneous.

Sounds like a Kay commercial the further I get.

5. Don't make me wear the pants.

Fair enough. No shorts, no Capri pants, dresses only, final destination.
This list goes on for three more items obviously but this is so incredibly boring I can't continue.
So I guess we're incompatible. But don't feel bad, remember-- actually on second thought do feel bad. Vapid cunt.

Hamlet. Maybe I should actually read that!

You're not missing much.
So after all this, I still can't tell if she's good at whatever she does. Time to get the final word on this.
I'm so nice for including a link.
Apparently they accept anyone to art school.
Although it's odd: her abstract shit is mildly interesting, but the other stuff is just fucking awful.
Hmm.
Well I guess that's it, then.
Also sorry this entry is a day late it was actually mostly finished last night but then I got distracted by better shit. Deal.

らき☆アナグマ

... That's the title of today's journal. I don't know what to tell you.
Using that oh-so sophisticated linguistic prowess, I know this to say "Lucky Badger".
I would assume this person does not have a command of the Japanese language, though, as also happen to know there was a cartoon show on in Japan called "Lucky Star" with the star in the middle and the Hiragana for lucky (instead of Katakana. It's unusual).
So here it is.
I enjoyed Lucky Star. It was a good show, and that's the first point of difference between the two similarly-named entities: this blog is not good.
This is a bad blog.
What's the lesson today?

Making Marrige Work

Hopefully knowing how to make it work has little to do with spelling it, otherwise you're in trouble.

Maybe it was a typo. Either way, spell check. It's the title of your entry for Christ's sake.
The lessons in Sacrament meeting and Sunday School today were about Eternal Marriage. I thought I'd write down some of the tips they taught for not only my reference, but for any others if they were interested. ^^

Yeah I'd be interested in hearing what those heretics have to say about marriage.
I call everyone heretics, by the way, so don't think of it as an insult.

Keys to a successful Marriage
1. Communicate.
Communication between husband and wife is essential to keeping a marriage on track. Arguments can arise from misunderstandings or impressions that would have been easily cleared up if clear communication was given. Women tend to brood, and think the man should read her every emotion, and if he doesn't, she may get offended, while the man all this time was unaware completely that the woman was upset. Something like this could easily turn into an argument that, if left unsolved, could drive a wedge in the relationship.

I like the emphasis in this tip. It makes it seem like it's completely the woman's fault, and the guy couldn't possibly be a blind idiot.
Personally, I see all and know all. No emotion can hide from my sight.

2. Never go to bed angry.
If you have a fight, or feel ill will towards your spouse, don't go to bed if you feel things have been left unsolved. Stay up all night and into the next day if needed to sort things out. If you don't work it out then, you won't have time the next day, or you'll be to tired, and so the problem will be left to fester.

... I think you missed the point of that tip. Don't go to bed angry, but don't pick at the problem.
Think of marriage disagreements as scabs. Even though it hurts you can't pick at it until you're sure it's healed under there. Then when you do pick at it, it'll still hurt a little bit and sometimes you get that drop of blood at the edge of the scab and you think, "oh shit maybe it wasn't ready" but then you keep picking at it and it turns out to be okay but then that little section that hasn't healed completely really hurts for the next few days and-- whoa sorry got off track there.

3. Pray together.
Taking turns to pray will help each of you grow closer, and as you communicate with the Lord, and listen to each other as you do, your heart will be opened to see things in your spouse's light. You will grow closer, and gain better understanding of each other, as well as include God in your relationship, and as you ask for his help and guidance, you both will be blessed.

I don't know if you read a book I understand to be called "The Bible" (it's somewhat of a bestseller I think), but God really puts strains on marriages. Ever read the story of Lot? His chick got turned into a pillar of salt by that psychopath.
Asking God to mediate a marriage is like-- well asking nothing to mediate a marriage, but assuming you need an actual person there, the BTK Killer.

4. Make God a part of the Marriage.
Your marriage is like a triangle. You, your spouse on the bottom corners, and the Lord at the top. Keeping the Lord as the essential part of your marriage and relationship will help you stay firmly rooted, in not only the gospel, but with each other. Dedicating your lives to the Lord together, as you strive for a common goal, it will help you as you both seek His path, and to be with him, and each other, forever. Your Marriage is sanctioned by God, and he can bless it, even when times are dire. If you and your spouse argue, you can turn to the lord for guidance, and he will help you solve any and all your needs.

God has the backdoor, huh? I'm not making a judgment call here, but that seems a little gay to me. Two dudes on one chick, nyaa.
A video she promises is "hilarious" but the last time I fell for this trick I ended up watching a Will Ferrell movie.

My feet huuurrrt.... >.< style="font-weight: bold;">genki in the world, I must complain first.
Owwwwwwwweeeeeeeee........!!!!!!

Excuse me? What was wrong with the word "good"? Here's a handy rule for you weeaboo types. When you're about to say an English sentence peppered with bad Japanese ask yourself: "can this sentence be expressed in complete English and still retain its same meaning?" If the answer is yes, NO JAPANESE.
Also look up the words you're using, too. Genki, rendered thus: 元気
means "vigorous" or "healthy".
Don't think my grammar and vocabulary faggotry extends only to English.

Ever heard those myths about Mormons?

I hear you sacrifice babies to Baphomet to gain earthly knowledge beyond the reckoning of goodly, God-fearing men.
Oh another Youtube video. I'm going to watch this one, since it promises to be DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS and is therefore more conductive of my humor lightning bolts or something.
Boring.

Manga Studio Debut status: 1/4'th through the manual.
Total Comprehension: 25%
Mental status: Stupid...panel...maker...

Ho ho using fancy programs you bought at the Target won't make you good at drawing. Give up.

So now I can scan and submit art again!

I must see. Oh how handy. A link right at the top, so now I don't have to do some internet sleuthing Points for that.
http://sunfur.deviantart.com/gallery/
I think instead of learning complicated programs like Photoshop and whatever else you might want to get a basic grasp of anatomy first.
A study in perspective might do you good too, because I'm looking at a picture of an angel hugging (or being hugged, it's hard to tell whose wings those are) and if the wings are coming out of the girl the boy behind her is being impaled by one, which really gives it a new meaning.
Unless they both have one wing, which makes me wonder why they'd have one vestigial wing in the first place.
Although oddly enough your little doodles on Photoshop are a lot better. It belies the hack job you do with a pencil. I'd stick to that.
Also a lot of furry art.
So all together now, you're a: furry-weeaboo-Christfag.
I'd assume you'd be the only one like that, but there's probably a "Japanese anime furries for Christ" community that's having to divide into subgroups to keep up with the demand, so what the fuck.
I guess that's it. This makes up for Wednesday and no update, although according to my clock it's already Monday, so goddamn.