Showing posts with label sorry I got bored of writing this. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sorry I got bored of writing this. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

On Abortion

I think I found the aborted joke singularity. Every single entry is a lesson in how exactly creatively bankrupt the human imagination can be. Are you prepared for this? For once, I'm not joking. I really want you, whoever you are, to steel yourself for this, because if you come into this with an unprepared mind you may be unable to find anything funny again.
This blog, somewhat ironically, is called "SEVEN VIRTUES OF THE WARRIOR" and being an expert on all things warrior code I happen to know the only warrior code with specifically seven virtues is Bushido, and those seven virtues are rectitude, courage, benevolence, respect, honor, honesty and loyalty.
This blog isn't honest, it has no honor and it definitely is bereft of rectitude (or "standing upright" to use a term people have heard of).

What's worse: a pit of snakes or a pit of spiders?

Today's writer's block. I believe a real man of courage and honor would say they would kill a pit of snakes or spiders but Livejournal, ever the study of cowardice, has concluded spiders (somehow) are scarier.
Pretty sure there are far, far more poisonous snakes than spiders and even venomless snakes can fuck you up with their filthy mouths.
Go figure.

Definitely spiders.

To the best of my knowledge, nobody has ever inadvertently inhaled a snake.

And to the best of my knowledge the belief that you inadvertently eat eight spiders a year in your sleep is complete bullshit and an urban legend.
I was just channel surfing and caught part of an episode of Perry Mason, and it struck me:

Why has nobody ever investigated Lt. Tragg? I mean, when was the last time he arrested someone who was actually GUILTY?

I just started posting this when I remembered:

LAPD.

Never mind.

Ha, ha, oh--
Jokes that rely on the assumption your readers are familiar with a 50 year old TV show.
HEY WHY IS HAM BURGER ALWAYS REELECTED AS D.A. WHEN HE'S NEVER GOTTEN A CONVICTION-- oh my God, dude.
AND WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH THAT PETER GUNN ALWAYS GETTING BRAINED? HOW IS HE STILL ALIVE, AM I RIGHT?
Guys?
Oh Jesus, no.

If the "Breast Cancer Awareness" industry was being run for the benefit of the ill, rather than to promote political correctness, they would be able to raise vast sums of money selling T-shirts and bumper stickers that say

SAVE THE TITS!

There are already bumper stickers that say "save the ta-tas" and they are for breast cancer awareness.
Even though that term makes me want to strangle the person who came up with it, you know, your idea kind of already exists. This required no real research on your part, either. I've seen them and I'm pulling this entire anecdote from memory. There's something like a 0% chance you venture out of your house less than I do, so I know you've seen them.
The concept of "Bible as Literature" is well-conceived but poorly executed; the people doing the examination are professors of literature, i.e., they got teaching jobs because they couldn't write anything that would be bought by anyone who didn't need it to pass the course. This is like having physical fitness taught by fat bullies whose notions of medicine are Medieval where they're not actually insane.

... Is that a joke or am I seriously supposed to understand this simile?
People teaching the Bible as literature is like fat bullies teaching P.E., and additionally they have notions of medicine from the dark ages because P.E. is also a lesson in medicine--
Uhh--
Hmm.

Okay, bad example.

So you employ your backspace key and avoid embarrassing yourself. No, just kidding you acknowledge it's shit and leave it there.
This is, what, the tenth time I've said this? PEOPLE: ACKNOWLEDGING YOUR PROBLEMS DOES NOT MAGICALLY FIX THEM.

The point is, nobody (except Harlan Ellison, who was doing something else) has ever taken a sensible look at the plotting and characterization.

Why am I not surprised this anecdote somehow involved Harlan Ellison?
Both look nasty from Chapter One. Big tree, middle of garden, have to pass by it no matter where you're going. We don't need a Redeemer from an Original Sin that has a fence around it, do we? Or Exodus. Who sent them to Egypt in the first place? There are plenty of other examples.

Is this Jerry Seinfeld on the Bible? What's the deal with this Garden of Eden?
I mean if God doesn't want you to eat his fruit why does he leave it within reach under the threat of a punishment you can have no clear understanding of, right?
Wow, dude.
Also, who sent them to Egypt in the first place? Have you read the fucking Bible?
Hint: God did it.
God literally told Abram to go to Canaan where he would "inherit the land from the NILE RIVER (in Egypt, dipshit) to the great river, Euphrates".
If you ever have a question about who did what for what purpose in the Bible there's a fair chance the reason they did something was because God told them it was a good idea.
How the fuck do you screw up a joke about how the Bible makes no sense?
Most of the Bible doesn't make sense and you have somehow managed to pick out the one thing that has a clear textual explanation.

Every problem that the Jews are "saved" from is something Yahweh did to them.

Yahweh is the Wesley Crusher of deities.

You know, again I hate to side with the Bible on this but God spends an awful lot of time saving his chosen people from the "workers of iniquity" or the "riotous sons of Belial" who are quite literally bad men.
So God spends a lot of time saving people from each other--
Oh God, no.
Everything you've said so far in this post is really undermined by there being a simple explanation. If you get out your crazy conspiracy theory web and start tying all the plot points together with string there's a simple explanation and that's fucking God did it.
"*Ahem*
"Sing, goddess, of the wrath of the son of Peleus:
"Achilles.
"...It's those guys over there."

"Right."
That's the start of The Iliad.
There, you now have the full context of this post.
I don't get it, either.
I guess because they spend a lot of time fighting?
Or it spends a lot of time explaining who the characters were?
It's an epic, friend. There's going to be a list of names by definition.

Various people advise putting an open box of baking soda in your fridge to soak up bad smells.

This strikes me as a Louis XIV sort of approach to bad smells.

... Because Louis XIV was known for carrying an orange around with him to cover up bad smells.
So we're comparing the decadence of a monarch from a time where showers and closed sewers hadn't been invented to keeping a box of baking soda in your fridge.
This is the level of comedy we're dealing with.
Of course, it does have the virtue of making sure that when you eat something and die it's a complete surprise.

... Because raw chicken smells wonderful.
Are you fucking crazy?
Also I know raw chicken goes in the freezer but that is the kind of shit that would be in proximity of the box of baking soda.

Doesn't the phrase "human resources" sound like an organlegging term?

I can't believe I'm saying this but I'm actually starting to feel a little overwhelmed at how rapid fire bad these jokes are. I think I need to take a step back for a minute.
Barack Obama has announced that he has decided NOT to arm the Al-Qaeda-backed rebels in Libya, and that he will be making up his own mind from now on, and acting like a President instead of a sock puppet for the Democratic National Committee.








Oh, and happy first of April.

...
GET IT? It's April FOOLS!
HAAAAAA!
Oh man.
Also what's wrong with arming groups that are opposed to the people you oppose?
Ignoring they have a nasty habit of turning on you it is a cheap and viable way to win a war. Just gotta make sure you wipe them out when you're done with them otherwise they'll come back to bite you in the ass.

I have this game I play in my head. It's based on the notion that sometimes the real problem a character has is that he's in the wrong story. I got the idea from Roger Zelazny's BRIDGE OF ASHES, wherein a character points out that Hamlet and Othello were in the wrong stories.

I find when you inject Tyberos "The Red Wake" from Warhammer into a story all problems tend to fix themselves by exploding into gore.

Recently Valerie and I were watching a DVD we'd rented, and the following scene came to me:

VALERIE because you know I'm a pretty popular guy.
With the ladies.
Just saying.

"Students, we have a new face here at Hogwarts.
"He's an exchange student from America.
"Say hello to Hellboy."

Oh get it because Hellboy is a demon who fights other demonspawn no that's really funny glad I waited for the punchline.

Who is the funniest person you know, and why?

I don't remember this writer's block but are you prepared for the fucking shit?
I literally gasped when I read this.

Gerry Nordley.

--Of course, if you mean INTENTIONALLY funny, that would probably be me.

Wooooooooow.
I'm left with two possibilities at this answer. Either he is, as I suspect, full of shit (that is, himself) or I'm left with the perplexing reality that maybe he really is the funniest person he knows.
How must his friends be?
Or, no, I answered my own question: he has no friends and therefore only knows himself, thank you.

If you were a country, what would be your national anthem?

Choir of Destruction.

"O Fortuna" from Carmina Burana.

Oh get it-- no.

Religion is the corpse of faith.

And this blog is the corpse of comedy.

If you could change one thing about yourself, except for looks, what would it be?

I'd become a Space Marine.
You better hope that doesn't come true, Matthew whatever your name is (it's at the top of the screen and I can't be bothered to scroll back up)
I would improve my physical health to the point where it was the equal of my mental capability.

Of course, I'd need clothing made out of special material.

And a mask.

Obviously you consider yourself an intellectual titan but I have yet to see proof of this mental acuity (I know big words also) outside of some evidence that you maybe were in college at some point.
What was one of those virtues again?
Being upright?
Glad to see the entire title of this blog is A LIE.

What's the first thing you do when you wake up?

The first thing I do is marvel at how dry my eyes are and how I can barely keep them open.
It seriously feels like there are hardened lumps of coal in my head instead of eyeballs.
Piss.
So does everyone else, irrespective of what they wrote. The alternative is to do it WHILE they're doing whatever they wrote.

No this problem is so pressing and all-consuming it requires my full attention.
Are you ever too old to go trick-or-treating? Is candy for everyone?

If your age is in the double digits you are too old.

Candy is for everyone who doesn't have the diabetes gene.

You are too old to trick-or-treat if you have pubic hair.

Pubic hair, double digit age-- few years off but I can accept this.
Even though I consider my answer superior since everyone gains a second digit to their age at the same time (when they turn 10) whereas the pubic hair thing can vary slightly but that's not too important.

(Anyone with breasts who proves she has no pubic hair may have candy.)

... And that would include quite a few tweens and early teens.
I'm really creeped out at the thought of this guy hitting on 12 year old girls. With candy, no less. That's pretty much the pedophile setup.
Fuck.
Well anyway I fucked off and did other shit for about 7 hours so I have no idea what's going on anymore.
Have a nice Wednesday I guess

Friday, May 28, 2010

He was a man of letters

He was a man of letters and had many long correspondents with many people from many different walks of life, but most of them were cunts. He didn't have the unusual honor of meeting most of these people face to face, but with the then-modern technology communication was near instant anyway.
That's what they'll say about me after I die.
My lady (and I use that in the most sarcastic way possible) Danika has deigned to respond to my letter:
Dear Tim,
i write the way i think. there is not thought process in between the words and my fingers. there is a deeper meaning beneath all the nonsense, i guess you'd just have to know me to know waht i am talking about. i don't speak like this in real life all the time, but these words are written in the exact way and order that they were thought out.

Danika

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Sooo I'm just here taking a break from hunting monsters because I find myself with almost enough parts for about a million different armor sets but I'm missing one integral component for each. I'm thinking of going for Lagiacrus armor because-- I don't know, but eh.
Barioth armor looks p. cool but I've never hunted a Barioth before and I don't really feel like learning an entire new pattern of attacks when I've fought Lagiacrus successfully a few times, and Lagiacrus looks almost as cool and is probably more useful to boot.
Oh yeah, I bitch about people here, don't I? Well let's fix that right now.
The pre-calc final (part 1) was today. I don't have much to say about it, good or bad. It just drained me and left me oddly hyper.

>drained
>hyper
High school girls.

Walking home today took forever. I just dragged my feet along, looked at the ground, and as I grabbed my keys out of my bag before I hit the back door I heard my neighbor call my name.

This is why I don't talk to neighbors. They probably want something from you.
They waved me over, and so I sighed, held my keys in my hand, and walked over to greet them.

Can't talk. I, uhh, left the stove on.

Mrs. F. asked me how much time I had left in school. I told her we had 8 official days left, and we talked about all of my summer plans.

I'm very busy this summer.
As far as they know. Besides, define "busy". Lagiacrus won't kill itself, anyway.

Mr. O explained that their grandson, Tyler, was coming to stay with them for the summer.

Is Tyler a chick? Nope? Don't give a fuck.

Tyler is my age, so they were wondering if I wouldn't mind hanging out with him, showing him around Easton, making him feel welcome, etc.

Oh my Christ why do I have to babysit an adult for you?

Why should I spend my precious time with some yuppie?

Yeah exactly.

But the morally conscious teen in my agreed.

>Morally conscious
There is not a moral choice to be made here. Both possible results are about as "good" as each other.
Stating the moral choice is to hang with the grandson (which you stated you don't want to do) implies, what, his time is somehow more important than your time? Obliging people is the morally superior option? The harder route is somehow the moral one simply by virtue it's more difficult?
I don't get it, man.

Today:
Today was hot. I wore a dress, a dress I love, because it shows me off in a way I enjoy.

WHORE.

Spent the day barefoot, knee-deep in the clean, clear waters of Assateague.

Nya-ha, a denizen of Old Country.
Now there's a lot of words about New York I'm not reading.
Now there's some shit about writing letters to dead people by putting them in a bottle and floating them down river and I'm suddenly reminded of the Police song.

Mom always said that it was good luck if it rained after someone died.

No, sorryimsorry's (ugh) mom, it's good luck to have rain on your wedding, not your funeral.
Today, I live for the chance to see tomorrow.

And then when tomorrow comes I live to see the day after that-- wait, it's self-perpetuating.
I live for a brighter future. I live for the idea that you can only get so low before you have to pick back up...

It's like everything I've ever said on this blog.
Except in reverse.

James (Jim) Clarence Higgins died May 16, 2010 at 8:45 PM.
He was alone.

And I will never forgive myself for letting him die that way.

"When we die, we die alone."
Oh my fuck her best friend and her ex-boyfriend died. They're the same person, but still this will get insufferable quick.

I apologized over and over but I mean really, how do you forgive fucking up prom?

There will never, ever be an event as important as high school prom.
Wait--

Day 26 - Your Definition of Love.


Oh look it's this shit again.

Love is when you look at a person and can't seem to remember your life before them.

Love is like a fortune cookie: full of trite wisdom and not really a fortune at all.
Today is the U.S. National Day of Prayer, and believe me when I say I used that to my advantage.

Work is prayer. Back to it.
Man I'd make an awesome leader. No economic hardships under my reign.
Jim went into the hospital earlier tonight with a fever of 105.8
He's had it for 4 days now...

Faith said they're screening him for cancer again. I pray to God it isn't cancer. Not again.
I already went though this.

Wait, you went through it? What about Jim? I'd say he's the one with the problem, here.
Oh forget it. This has already gone on way too long.
Be seeing you, fags.

Monday, January 12, 2009

oots oots oots

Michelle's Journal. I do love being on a first name basis with the SCUM OF THE INTERNET, so thanks, Michelle.
Michelle's "El Jay" as she calls it has the subtitle "... WHO'S READING THIS AGAIN?" Which is a cool application of capslock. Makes me think she's screaming it defiance. NONE SHALL PASS!
I am going through a LOT.

A LOT, guys. She's going through a tough time so please be nice to her :(
Nursing school is killing me emotionally, I never knew it would affect me this way. I've only been two 2 classes and I don't want to go back.

"two 2" classes. That's brutal. I'd say "stick through it, kid" but I know that's basically the point of first days in 101 classes. PURGE THE WEAK, so to speak.
I'm having trouble making friends cause they're either too stuck up or I just don't get around to talking to them. Having a friend would definitely make it easier, but of course I don't :(

:( Wallowing in self pity will get you friends.

All the answers are pretty much true it's just the BEST answer is the right one.

Hi welcome to college.
All I want to do is have fun again, like in high school. All I want is to be done with school and live with Ray. I want to finally get married, have a job, and do what I want.

>have a job
>do what I want
do ho ho ho ho.
I wish I wasn't such a shy and nervous person.

I used to be like you. I used to worry what other people thought and worried about leaving the wrong impression. Then I stopped giving a shit.
Why just today I had to deal with people I didn't know in an environment I wasn't familiar with. I got nervous for a second but then I remembered I didn't give a shit, so I marched in there and said my bit.
Believe me life is so much easier (and better) when you don't give a shit. Make it up as you go along! No one knows what they're doing, and everyone is wrong. Have fun with life, because in the end, you'll be dead and then you definitely won't care. So carpe diem and memento mori and all that other Latin shit.

I called a guy a loooser, then he's like, "can I take you out to dinner?" I was like, "free food heeeck yeaaahh!" Then we ended up going to the grocery store and buying little debbie cakes and beer.

Whenever anyone describes a dream to another person they inevitably look like an idiot.
I'm starting my careere (and I still can't spell it but i can spell diarrhea hehe)

... WHAT. How does being able to spell diarrhea somehow excuse you from spelling career? I can spell a fuckton of words but it doesn't excuse my inability to spell _________(just kidding I can spell every word).
A LOT. I'll be responsable for a lot of things too.

Well there you go, another word you can't spell. Responsible. Hell, let's go crazy. Let's keep a running tally of words you can't spell.
I did choose a day to wake up early when WoW is down. I'm retardeddddd...There's nothing to doooo!

I feel your pain.
I mean not in the exact same way because I play Final Fantasy XI, a game that requires a small (very small, let's not go completely bonkers here) amount of initiative to play.
Also I never wake up early. Especially not to play a game, so I don't appreciate that, either.
... I guess what I mean to say is my game is down right now and I wish it wasn't.
One nursing class: $900


That's insane. I better pass. And good thing that's the only class I'm taking. Good God! :O

COLLEGE COSTS MONEY!? AWW MAN, NO ONE TOLD ME THAT!
ps. My boobs are ginormous ....if that's even a word. But I have to deal with it. I want to punch someone.

HER BOOBS ARE HUGE, GUYS. PLEASE BE NICE TO HER. :(
That's the subtext I get from nearly every sentence, by the way. She thinks she's special due to minor inconvenience number 43858 today. Also I bet she wanted me to get the imagine of some huge breasted model but I bet she's hugely obese.
Oh and getting 5 billion tests done on my stomach, throwing up, and some more fainting.

Awesome.

btw I got an A in Microbiology Lab...woooo!

Wow. You're not a complete failure after all.
I hate sociology.

Sociology is piss easy.
I seem to be more antisocial more than ever.

Somehow I doubt you mean antisocial. Probably more like "I don't talk to people."
I realized today in class that I don't talk to anyone.

Yeah that's not antisocial. Antisocial is being hostile to organized society.
So the 9/11 attacks, that was antisocial. Also counterculture.
That's the thing about these collegefags. They think blaring Rage Against the Machine in the school bookstore while some poor idiot is trying to get his book purchase together (hi me) is counterculture when in reality it's just annoying. Also please stop.
Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely happy and everything. But lately it seems like it's an act, like any chance I get I'm thinking about him and wishing he was right next to me and I would actually feel RIGHT for one.

I think that's called being homesick.
Also it's okay to be sad you're not obligated to be happy all the time. Remember when I said you should stop giving a shit? That kind of goes into that.
Why do guys always tell you to loose weight?

Earlier prediction was true. Do I know people or what?
Why do guys always tell you to loose weight? Ok yeah, let me just be annorexic and DIE. hope you'll be happy then.

I would be.

I'm like haha eff you I like my food :)

So what's the fucking problem? Shut up and eat your Little Debbie's.
Also I knew she was fat because:
  • World of Warcraft. No skinny girl plays. It's a rule.
  • "big breasts"
  • dream about buying snack foods
Anyways, Just wanted to say gooood morning.