Ho-hum.

Did you know we're in a new year?
Apparently.
I wish people would shut up about it, Christ all mighty. AN ARBITRARY AMOUNT OF TIME HAS PASSED? BETTER POST ABOUT IT FOR THE BETTER PART OF A WEEK!
I know I post a lot about FFXIV and other video games like anyone reading this is interested as a joke and no joke it is more interesting than 99% of all blog posts ever.
Speaking of:

31 leatherworker awww yeah son.
I like today's Writer's Block because I feel my answer perfectly encapsulates this entire project.

When was the last time you had a serious conflict with someone on LiveJournal, and what was it about?

MY LAST SERIOUS CONFLICT WAS THE EXISTENCE OF BLOGS AND IT HAS BEEN ONGOING FOR THREE YEARS.

You know, I read this and all I can think is, "Welcome to the new year! Let's dig up our old wounds and start the year off with a good old fashion bitch-fest!"

Oh well excuse me for trying to make a conversation.

I thought the new year is when you laid things aside and tried again. I vote for that.

I'm all for never forgetting a grudge. I vote for that.
Welp looks like my vote cancels your vote out. Why are we even putting this to a vote? Who else is voting?

Sorry, I'm just really,really tired of gut reaction negativity. Or all out searching for the most negative way to think about something.

Stop having gut reaction negativity about gut reaction negativity, jeez. Hypocrite.

I know I'm guilty of it at times as well, and I understand that sometimes we have to just revel in the grumpy.

HYPOCRISY.

However, as a lifestyle, it just useless and stupid and hurts the one doing it the most.

Negativity is a lifestyle?
Really?
I didn't know I was living an alternative lifestyle all this time. So when I was sitting in pussy sensitivity calling everyone pussies I could have been one of the in crowd too?
I feel so empowered!

I wasn't really going to do a wrap up of 2010. I mean, it was a big year for us in a lot of ways.

Not as big as 2011 is going to be.
Have you people seen the trailer for the new Elder Scrolls game?

It was a stressful year, and it was a year that showed us what we were made of.

I don't remember any of this.

Even though I feel like we survived it admirably and I'm glad we did. I don't want to linger on it.

Me too. I'm not sure what we did or where we're lingering (or if we're lingering literally or metaphorically) but I'm glad to be here. I think.

However, there were two things that 2010 brought me that I'm very grateful for, and those I want to take a moment and really think about.

I thought we weren't lingering?
So moving along, then--

First. Quilting.

I SAID "MOVING ALONG, THEN".

I'm sitting here in front of my Christmas tree, listening to Christmas music and surfing the net. What I'm really doing is getting sappy.

Most of the time, I love our life that has led us all over this beautiful country. Most of the time, I love being an integral part of my husband's family.

WE ARE GOING BACK TO CZECHOSLOVAKIA.

This is a party I went to every year of my young life. My aunt used to host it many, many moons ago.

BEHIND THE IRON CURTAIN WE HAVE NO CHRISTMAS.

This is a party I went to every year of my young life. My aunt used to host it many, many moons ago. Every year. She used to have it on Christmas Eve. We would drive the hour down to her house and the hour back, all the while I would watch for Rudolph in the sky. These crazy, brash cousins and their children, who are really closer in age to me than they are.

AND THEN THEY PAVED OVER MY AUNT'S HOUSE TO MAKE TIRE PLANT. SUCH IS LIFE IN GLORIOUS SOCIALIST REPUBLIC.

There was an article awhile back that said that sitting in our office chairs is killing us, apparently especially if we are women.

SIT IN OFFICE CHAIR AND DEVELOP MISSILES FOR GLORIOUS MISSILE PROGRAMME.

Sometimes when I buy a piece of clothing, I know it's going to be a favorite.

IN SOVIET RUSSIA WE STAND IN LINE TO BUY WHATEVER CLOTHING THEY HAVE.
SOME DAY WE WAIT FOUR HOUR, SOME DAY THIRTY MINUTE.
THEN PAY 5000 RUBLES FOR BURLAP SACK.
SUCH IS LIFE IN GLORIOUS SOCIALIST REPUBLIC.
I can do this as long as you can, bitch.

What was the last song you couldn't get out of your head no matter how hard you tried?

DARK IN THE CITY, NIGHT IS A WIRE
STEAM IN THE SUBWAY, EARTH IS A FIRE
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO

I refuse to say,

WOMAN YOU WANT ME, GIVE ME A SIGN
AND CATCH MY BREATHING EVEN CLOSER BEHIND
DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO DO

(for fear it will get stuck again) but I will tell you it was in Walmart, Sunday

IN TOUCH WITH THE GROUND,
I'M ON THE HUNT, I'M AFTER YOU
SMELL LIKE I SOUND, I'M LOST IN A CROWD
AND IIII'M HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF.
Here's an aweeeesome dictionary word! Let's see if we can define it before I click on the spoilers (NO CHEATING!)

lucifugous \loo-see-FOO-guhs\ , adjective;

Hmmm--
I'm going to guess that it means someone who flees from the light.
Basic grasp of Latin, anyone?
Luci- meaning light
-fuguous, meaning fleeing?

1. Avoiding light.

Word up.
Wow words with Latin roots are so hard to define.
Anyway what follows after this is a ton of dumb boring shit no one cares about so I'm off.

Oh.

So first thing: important business.Now that that's out of the way: blogs.
The ability she learned in that picture for hitting rank 30, inner quiet, sucks by the way. In theory it's supposed to raise the quality of the next synth you do (which is of dubious usefulness in the first place) but doesn't appear to actually work correctly so it's really useless.

Are there any subjects you either embrace or totally avoid talking about when you meet someone new?

I'll talk about anything because I'm just affable and charming like that.

Plenty! I hate subjects like: What's your family like? Are you single? Do you have an age limit when it comes to dating.

Well fortunately as a man I don't run into this problem ever but I am curious as to what kind of men you're talking to. Who asks shit like that? WOULD YOU DATE AN OLDER GUY BECAUSE YOU HAVE WONDER CHILDBEARING HIPS-- the fuck is wrong with people?

(usually asked by some rusty-looking, 30-year-old dude. Yuck!) Then of course there are those crude questions...I just hate any question asked about my life. Period. Oh...and of course...Can I have your phone number? (I'm extremely introverted and reclusive)

"Baby if I wanted your phone number I'd already have it."

I embrace simple questions like: What genre of music do you like?

Oh I love asking people that question.
Statistically likely response (based on own research figures [95% confidence interval]):
"I dunno I like all kinds of music, lol"
Woooow thanks for dead-ending this topic.

What do you like to do for fun?

"Umm I like hanging out with friends and listening to music (redundant after previous question) what about you, lol?"

What are your hobbies?

"Oh you know, I like to go shopping and talk to friends on Facebook (I'm such a nerd xP)"

What are your future goals?

>Simple questions
>future plans
Also the previous responses have played out for me so many times I don't even bother talking to people and I just assume I already know the answers to their lives.
I'm right more times than I'm wrong by a ridiculous factor.
I'm currently moving on to a new paradigm of categorizing people. It's sort of like how you can categorize books by genre even though within each genre there are several permutations on a similar theme or visual or concept.
I think, after identifying the prime archetypes I can trace the common traits and create a personality profile for the first humans ever.

What's your favorite thing to do on a lazy Sunday?

Okay this gets specifically into her hobbies, so let's see how much we can go on in a hypothetical dialog.

Sleep, write, watch anime/movies, sleep, write, internet, sleep...

So we have "write" twice, "sleep" three times, "the internet"once and we'll just compress movies and anime into a general "watching TV" category.
Considering "sleeping" is about as much as a hobby as "existing" or "breathing" we can just cut that right the fuck out so we're already down three things on a 7 item list.
In my experience most people are pretty guarded about what they write (or they sell it on future potential like "I'll show you some next time") so we can probably cut that out too, though I wouldn't categorically eliminate it yet.
"the internet" is so vague as to be useless so I probably wouldn't even ask, especially considering it probably boils down to "Facebook" anyway so the only thing one could ask her about is "well what kind of movies?" to which the response would be "I like all movies lol" (translation: whatever is popular currently).

Dammit it all to hell! I constantly feel like my life is just all one big fucking smudge of a blur! Everything passes me by and I'm just sitting right in the middle of it all...watching. Sigh. I'm like a ghost...a fucking appartion just drifting through nothingness.

Hell yeah. Being a ghost would be awesome.

There's no sky, there's no air, there's no light.

This sounds awesome. Transcending and turning into pure energy.

There's just darkness all around me.

Oh.
CRAAAAAAAAAAWLIIIIIIIIIING IIIIIIIIIIIN MY SKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN THESE WOUNDS THEY WILL NOT HEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUL

Darkness and a whole bunch of bullshit constantly shooting me in the fucking face!

Shit this is hardcore.
Shit just melting from the shadows and shooting you in the face? "From nothing have I come, and to nothing shalt I return."

Oh how I long to be somebody else! I hate who I am. I hate me, I hate them, I hate everything!

And the entire thing is really just a primordial force that can assume the form of anything it comes into contact with but isn't really capable of intelligent thought as we understand it, it just does all of this shit because that's what it does.
It'd be like getting angry at a hurricane for tearing shit up. That's what it does, Christ.
That'd be an awesome villain.

I'm tired of existing...you know? I feel like all I ever do is listen to lies, watch people sneak out the damn door, and fucking scream at me for shit that doesn't make even the slightest bit of sense.

This is a really emo entry, but thanks for giving me an awesome idea.
Actually fuck you, I'm thanking myself. You had relatively little to do with it, really.

Maybe it's me. Is that it? Is it me? And if that's the fucking case then what's the purpose of my being here? Why the fuck am I needed?

Do you want the reality or do you want me to sugarcoat it?
The reality is you are unnecessary and redundant as there are several thousand people that are a close approximation to you.
I guess in a literal sense you could "be needed" to produce something or do some activity (which would invariably be menial) but in the grand scheme of things even that's redundant, especially in light of the fact nearly any of your thousands of close approximations could do the task effectively as well as you can.

No one fucking benefits from my being here. It's not like the world is gonna collapse because one person fucking disappears!

Yeah that's kind of what I was saying.
It's probably better that way, though, because if the world collapsed due to the lack of one person I'm guessing it would have collapsed a long time ago and let's face it, you (or me, or anyone reading this) probably wouldn't be that one person whose absence causes the world to collapse.

I'd give up everything to disappear. I wish I were deaf so I wouldn't hear their voices, I wish I were blind so I wouldn't see their faces!

Did I tell you guys what bullshit the R35 leves are?
The rewards are fucking rad on paper but there's no fucking way you can do them at rank 30, especially since two of the three I've gotten required a separate subcraft I don't have.
The start of every 10 ranks is incredibly awkward as you can't quite do the new leves yet but the old ones are way too easy and don't give the skill points they would have previously.

I wish I were mute so I wouldn't have to answer such retarded questions or talk to such ignorant beings

I was about to go on about my dumb FFXIV character but I suddenly had a rush of strange memories at her talking about being mute. Anyone remember that show John Doe and there was that weird cult that only spoke in sign language?
That show had a lot of potential but wasn't very good and then they canceled it.
Good premise ruined by Fox writers, I think.

I wish I was gone so I wouldn't have to stand in their presence and endure all of this.

Oh yeah, anyway: almost rank 31, though, so I'm hoping it'll alleviate somewhat. I (maybe foolishly) bought tawing training instead of glovemaking or cobbler training but I kind of figured with all the fur I was going to be making in the coming levels (because gigantoad skin is almost impossible to get reliably) tawing would probably come in handy but now I'm not so sure with most of the rank 35 leves revolving around gloves or shoes and I'll apparently need every advantage.

I hate people who always want something, but they treat you like fucking dirt!

I'm amazed people trade with me at all in FFXIV. I get these insanely one-sided deals constantly and people thank me!
I guess it really is as I've always said:
common birth, common man.
Also bizarrely people seek me out specifically to repair their leather shit now. I get tells from people I've never even heard of. I guess it's because I am apparently like 1 of 20 people that can repair half this shit but goddamn.
Oh, there are 171 people on my server 30 or higher.
That's not very many considering there are over 20,000 total.

But most of all....I hate the looks in their eyes. I hate the way they all look at me!!!

Eh, whatever. Love me or hate me, your money is all the same to me.

My Sony Walkman is here and it's awesome.

And it is the year 1982.
Gonna pop my Flock of Seagulls tape in and go for a walk--

I love it. Instead of downloading a measly 250 songs to it (like my lame Sansa),

You can now pop a tape in which contains an entire 12 songs!
Of course after song 5 you have to flip the tape over and after a while the tape gets a little old so the end of the one side starts to sound funny--
ask your grandmother.

I bought it in red because that's one of my favorite colors, besides black and purple of course.

Of course.

For the past two days I've had this strange headache that's been killing me. Literally....

Literally.
I am literally dying from this headache.

Well, technically it's not a headache since it's in the back of my head...

>technically not a headache because it's in the back of my HEAD
>back of the HEAD ACHES
>not a HEADACHE
Welp.

In fact, I hate "family" gatherings period. Drama always happens and somehow I always get caught up in the middle of it and take blows that weren't meant for me.

I love it when these bloggers play innocent. I can't be sure they're at fault because I'm not actually there but I'd bet money they're not guiltless.

I also miss the stars. I miss seeing so many in the sky. I remember that...as a child...I would gaze at them from my bedroom window and see that odd red, glowing light blinking on top of the water tower. They were so bright, so filled with life, and no matter what I had just went through it would soothe my nerves.

That light on the water tower actually isn't a star. It's a light that keeps low-flying planes from hitting it.

I think stars represent some sort of hope. I also believe that for all the billions of stars in the sky, each of them represents a person that has lived on this planet.

I think they represent balls of burning hydrogen and helium myself.

Then again, what if a star was some kind of guide?

Astrology? What's that?
I'm inventing this entire belief on the fly, here.

Suppose they're there to help guide you on some sort of path and it's possible to communicate with it and call upon its power?

ON THE FLY, I TELL YOU.

I hate mankind. There's just no point in them.

REJOICE, MORTALS! YOUR SLAVERY TO THE FALSE EMPEROR ENDS TODAY.
Oh, uh-- wow, this entry sure has gone on a while.
Considering what follows is WRITER'S BLOCKS AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE I think that's it for today.

Wooooooooooow

I found this blog not via writer's block but instead by a group. That group is WOMEN GAMERS.
DON'T HIT ON ME SILLY BOYS.
Also it's that typical thing where you have to agree you're 14 to even get into the blog and then that you're 14 to read each entry. Gentlemen, we are in flavor country.
Her post on GRRRRRRRL GAMERS went a little something like this:

A couple of years ago I got a DS and along with my typical Mario/Zelda/Pokemon choices I thought I should pick up Harvest Moon DS since I loved the Game Boy games!

Big mistake. I HATED it. Haaaaate. There are so many things to do,

>hate this game
>too much to do
What the fuck?

what with dating, mining, finding the Harvest Sprites...not to mention, you know, farming.

I FEEL LIKE I'M LITERALLY RUNNING A FARM.
Here's a revolutionary idea: how about you budget your time?
Get mad cash mining, then all the bitches will crowd to you because you have mad muscles and money.
Easy.

I now have a Wii, and I see that there are also more games for the DS. So I'm wondering if anyone else has played any of these games and has any recommendations, based on my opinion of the first DS game? I really would like to see a newer game in the series that I enjoy playing.

Get Etrian Odyssey III and get mauled by a giant sabertooth tiger you dumb cunt.

I've got a serious case of the winter break/end of the year/missing boyfriend blues. It just hit me this past hour like a ton of bricks.

But you got vidya gayms.
Starting to feel blue?
WHAT'S UP, PS-TRIPLE?

I want to go curl up and cry for no reason at all, and I'm pretty sure I'm not hormonal. It's too dark and cold in this house. I need someone who is not my parents to come here and cheer me up. I need a snuggle like nobody's business.

Well it is true you can't snuggle up to COLD STEEL that you are encased in in Etrian Odyssey III but at least you have hard-fought victories against the enemies of man and the encroaching wilderness.

I still have a whole week here. :[

It is a story I have seen played out dozens of times but I never tire of: enter with nothing but a knife and your wits and EMERGE HAVING TAMED THE WILDERNESS. TRULY YOU ARE NO MAN'S SLAVE NOW.

HEYYY CHRISTMAS was cool.

All I asked for was a Wii (specifically the red one, because I'd been wanting a Wii for a while and then they came out with the red one and I was like DUDE GET ME THAT ONE), which I got. Her name is Ginger.

That's interesting. I named my computer Grimaldus.

BUT she also got me FIVE POUNDS OF WOOL for spinning. FIVE POUNDS.

:V
If only you were in FFXIV. I'd have a deal for you.
Of course like all deals I make in FFXIV the only person who benefits is ultimately me, but such is life.

I'm really excited to get back though. I miss my friends, I miss having a room with doors. I miss Pokemon and Doctor Who all day every day.

ALL DAY ERREDAY
Come, let us battle. Everything I need to know about a person can be discerned by the way they battle Pokemon.

It's summer!
- Working for my mother, supposed to be doing 20hrs/week but it's more like 9 because i'm lazy!
- knitting things
- spinning yarns

Ah yes, the top down monopoly I've grown so fond of in FFXIV. Who needs these idiots when I can make and repair all my own equipment?
No more am I slave to the capricious whims of the market wards.
Unless I need buffalo hide in which case I am.
But otherwise in-house production.

- thinking a lot about girls
- thinking a lot about boys

HEH HEH HEH.

- raising my pokemanz, trying to beat the pokemon league champion

YOU ARE WEAK.
Here's her book collection. Lots of animu.
She is right. It is indeed colorful.
UNFORTUNATELY COLOR DOES NOT SPELL TASTE.
And there's you. About as expected.

So I saw Harry Potter, and I kind of almost wish I hadn't.

It's not that I'm not angry that it sucked (which it did), it's that I'm angry but don't really care otherwise.

WELCOME TO BEING AN ADULT. HARRY POTTER DOESN'T MATTER.
Or, alternatively:
WELCOME TO BEING AN ADULT. ANGRY BUT NOT REALLY CARING ABOUT IT AT THE SAME TIME.

I'm going to buy the Sailor Moon manga in Japanese. No, I cannot read Japanese.

Welp.

One day I WILL be able to read Japanese. This isn't just a silly dream of a 10-year-old anymore, I'm actually going to study it in college.

Is that right?
You seem like one of the ones that didn't cut it in Japanese 101.
You know, when it turns out learning a language is a lot of work and not very "kawaii uguu ^____^" at all.

Got my UNC rooming assignment!

>UNC
Welp.
Might be able to battle Pokemons face-to-face, even.

Listening to your male classmates read aloud to each other the heavily pornographic stories they have written about each other is a very interesting way to spend lunch.

Excuse me?

I knew there was a "act gay to be ironic and cool" thing going on in the heterosexual male community, but this is very very strange to me.

Is that right?
Well being a heterosexual male with mostly heterosexual male friends I can say we've never once done this.
I can't even recall a time where someone even suggested it, be a joke or seriously. I'm pretty sure this is the first time I'm hearing of this phenomenon, in fact.
Maybe we're weird.

I finished a yummy skein of yarn this morning that is 128ish yards and is gooooorgeous I just want to drink it up.

>yummy skein of yarn
nope.
You know, "Oddacity", I wasn't hating you as much as I normally hate bloggers but I think I can manage now.

I have a drop spindle, and a spinning wheel that needs some repair.

You've come to the right place, then. For a price I can repair anything you're wearing.
Oh wait, no, sorry. Forgot this wasn't FFXIV.
Sorry I decided to play FFXIV instead of listening to some bint prattle on.
Hit fatigue on leatherworker again so ALL ABOUT SPLITTING WIND CRYSTALS YO.
When it resets tomorrow I'll be fucking ready, man.