Heh heh

I love it when Livejournal users admit they eat too much.
What attracted me to this blog was the Pokemon images. I'm not gonna lie. Do something to set yourself apart if you want me to say mean things to you.
Incidentally I'm not sure how I feel about this new generation of Pokemon. They seem a little, well, strong this generation. There's talk of banning Dream World abilities but I don't know if that's a wise idea. I mean it is the only way to get permanent weather outside of ubers, but then some of the shit like Shandeeraa's (or whatever the fuck too many vowels) Shadow Tag that's ridiculously overpowered.
Anyway to break with the norm I'm going to see how big a nerd I am and identify all the Pokemon in her posts by image.

If you were a TV producer, what would be the premise of your first TV series, and who would star in it?

Grimdark future show. It'd star someone who doesn't suck.

Oh gosh. Knowing me, it'd be a crime drama-comedy. If such a thing can exist. (Monk did it, anyway. Mine would be gorier than Monk.) It'd have both cops AND detectives, set in the Matanuska-Susitna Valley in Alaska

Krabby, Crawdaunt, Aerodactyl, an egg, Anorith, another egg, Zubat, Feebas, Pidgey, Meowth, Aron.
AWWWW YEAH.

Also what do you mean by "knowing me"? Commit a lot of crimes in a humorous way?
Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?

THE EMPEROR PROTECTS.

"May the force be with you!" of course. What else?

LULZ XP
Also: Zubat, Feebas, Pidgey, Meowth, Krabby, Crawdaunt, egg, egg, egg
WOOOOOOOO.

If you were in solitary confinement for the rest of your life, and you discovered a cockroach in your room, would you kill it or make it your friend?

Fucking WB. Look at this fuck.

Um... make it my friend, probably? Is there a third option to eat it and die of cockroach germs? I would go crazy in solitary, might as well avoid that. <3

<3>Faux fur, scarves, cardigans, paperbag skirts… what are your favorite holiday style trends this year?
The year of the hipster bitch apparently.
Also tough post this time: Combee, Zangoose, Rilou, Qwilfish, Skitty, Lileep. The rest are repeats.

Who would you appoint as Earth's ambassador to alien races, and why?

I don't trust aliens. Name one alien race that had humanity's interest at heart.

Steven Hawking. Not only is he the embodiment of everything awesome, but he'll probably be the only one able to comprehend their space travel mechanisms and implement them for our own use.

Yeah like they'd just give up that technology. HERE YOU GO WARLIKE HUMANS, TAKE ALL OUR TECHNOLOGY.
Putz.
Also: no new Pokemon in this post.
Oh and the next post she stops posting them. Fuck this noise, new blog.
But before we do I want to get to this post:

Do you think your parents made any major mistakes in how they raised you? If so, how did it affect you?

And her response:

Hmm. Well, for starters, I still blame my mother for my... less-than-ordinary eating habits. It's not that I eat too much, I don't blame her for that. It's how I eat. For example, I eat everything with a singular goal (other than getting it into my stomach, I mean): I try as hard as I can to make my food unappetizing to others.

Gooooooood.

I eat pizza by biting off the sides and crust first, as well. It's gotten me some strange looks. The reason for this (can you guess?) is that my mother used to steal food from me when I was little. It's a horrible thing to do to a kid that overeats in the first place.

WHY AM I SO HUNGRY ALL THE TIME
MMMMM MORE PIZZA FOR ME
Moving on~

My living room smells delicious. If I could eat it... I WOULD. It smells like cinnamony bun things. Thank you fabreeze.

ANYWAY.

I did not catch up on my word count last night, even though I cheated (oh noes). BUT I AM DETERMINED TO TONIGHT. YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME NANOWRIMO.

November is the month wherein you're supposed to write an entire book of 150,000 words.
Great idea. Quantity over quality.
Also:
>noes

Herrmmmmm I don't think I have anything interesting to to-day. (Not that I'm ever interesting.... but I digress.)



*sips coke*

uhhhhh......... that's all
kthxbai

Well I think I'm done for tonight, actually. Fuck this.

You know, I have another blog, I write pretty nonsenses in it, little lyrical things that my heart is more responsible for writing than my hands. But, I've been so busy with NaNoWriMo, I haven't had time to put together tripping treatises to touching things. This here makes me feel a bit like I'm cheating on it with another blog. DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUN. XD But it's much easier to write here because I'm not creating courteous little couplets of continuity, I'm just blabbering on.....

Yep quitting forever. Fuck you Livejournal.

Which phrase would you choose to replace the ubiquitous "Have a nice day" phrase?

"Fuck Livejournal."

I think I'd go with "LEEEEEEEEEEERROOOOOOY JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENKIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

IIIIIINNSSS!!!!!!"

Screaming 12 year olds

Apparently it's poor form to shoot people as they're dropping down in that new Call of Duty game. Excuse me I thought we were playing a war game, not a sportsmanship simulator.
Well if he was butthurt the next three sure were when they got hit in the face with a flashbang.
Five kill streak in the first thirty seconds of the game. Awesome.
The rest of the game them proceeded to be pretty mediocre for me so let's just move on to today's blog.

I can't seem to access LJ to post unless I finagle my way through doing the writer's block thing without signing in.

Intuitive. I'd call you an idiot but Livejournal does seem to be scaling back its usability. THINGS ARE TOO EASY TO USE, QUICK MEN, QUICK!

There's not much excitement to post about, though. It seems that we are going to get a snowstorm tonight, and I am lining up for the lame switcher at 0400.

Oh yeah, let me navigate what is admittedly a frustrating and convoluted user interface to post about nothing. Good.

Otherwise, today was a completely wasted day. I felt pretty D&D (dead and drained, as I say, although it is really Business Nomenclature for Design and Development down at head office)

Also Dungeons and Dragons. Just putting it out there.
Here's a post about something. I have no clue what he's talking about. It's just a series of acronyms and buzzwords. I try to ignore these in my own field so this is an immediate skip for me.
Speaking of my field, I kept a list of the acronyms I heard in a thirty second stretch of speech:
EL
ELL
ELC
EC
SC
I AM DEAD FUCKING SERIOUS.
I can translate some of these (to my own horror): EL is English Language, ELL is therefore an English Language Learner, I'm not too sure what ELC or EC is (someone told me but I forgot to pay attention) and an SC is a Sheltered Classroom but I'm not entirely sure what that is, though.
Here's a job interview. Or maybe it's just a regular interview because our boy is a celebrity.

Interviewer: So how would you describe yourself?

Me: That's a tough question. I was pondering it earlier today, in fact. If I were to write about myself, I would indulge my love of adverbs and describe myself as moderately offensive.

Offensive in the sense you're a douche, maybe.

Dickens, I think, would have described me thus: "he was a man with the habit of going about with his hands in his pockets, and who insisted on growing whiskers in spite of their lack of cooperation." Wordsworth may have called me one who murders by dissection, and Johnson, I feel, would has described me as Thomas Gray, that is, "a good design ill-directed."

Good ol' Ben Jonson.
Oh we're talking about Johnson with an h. Who is that?
Probably Samuel Johnson who isn't nearly as cool.

Interviewer: It seems that you think about yourself too much.

You are so right, interviewer. First person I feel I can agree with in a blog.

Me: You mean to say that I'm selfish?

Interviewer: Not exactly. Perhaps I mean that you are preoccupied with yourself, but not concerned with yourself to the exclusion of all others...

Here was the answer they were looking for: "I'm a hard worker and I never give the fuck up, even when surrender would be advisable or even preferable." If you're in the army or some sort of equally killy occupation you can also add: "to the last, kill them all."

Me: ...most of the time.

Interviewer: Go on.

Me: Do I love myself? Yes, I suppose I do, as much as anyone with a strong sense of self-preservation. Am I in love with myself? I think that that is much different. Most people with opinions form them on the basis of conformation to their standard, not the standard to which they aspire. I am not my own gold-standard.

Why is it someone who is comfortable with himself is automatically in love with himself? Can't I just be casually friendly with myself?

Interviewer: So you mean to say that arrogance forms opinion, but claim that self-deprecation in the basis of yours?

It's not arrogance if it's true. Also: it's like I'm reading a competition between two people trying to out-douche themselves. I retract what I said earlier about interviewer, here.

Me: To the first clause, I would say yes. Those with opinions need to believe that they are right. That kind of mentality is healthy.

Can an opinion be right? If it can, is it an opinion?
This is some Zen shit, motherfucker.

I have my own brand of arrogance: I tend to believe that I am right, but my passivity makes me think that I am doing a poor job of being right.

If you're right do you really need to explain yourself?

It is odd to me that the release of Call of Duty: Black Ops was so close to November 11.

... That a holiday or something?
Oh, oh right, Remembrance Day.
Day they signed that armistice to end WWI.
Then later they renamed it to Veterans Day.

I'm not one of those up-in-arms people, (or am I?) but it seems strange that, at this of all times, the marketing for a war game is as aggressive as it has been lately.

Well to be fair the game is pretty fucking rad and if I were a veteran I'd be honored that my occupation is depicted in such a way.
Except for the several graphic torture scenes.
Also the part where your character goes insane for about ten full minutes.
Also the part where you destroy a Vietnamese village.
But otherwise it's awesome, honest.

I saw a backgammon board yesterday and I almost bought it.


I don't know how to play, but I would like to learn.



It seems to me that there is something delightfully, if harmlessly, Imperial about it.

>Imperial
>developed in ancient Egypt
whatever.

I had the misfortune of having to talk to a drunk woman the other night. A drunk stranger, that is, with whom I shared some acquaintances.


"So," she says, in a tone both overbearing and minorly hostile, "what's your story?"

Deciding immediately that I wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, I replied, "well, in terms of Canadiana, I suppose that you could describe me as a glacial erratic."

"You're gonna hafta use smaller words, honey."

You're lucky she let you off with just that. I know people who would have turned violent.
While sober, even.

I was also told once that I was looking "like a Modest Mouse fan."

Translation: you look like you just sucked a couple of dicks.

I received a compliment today.

"You are a counter-cultural guru."

> counterculture
> works for the shipping industry
nothing says "anti culture" than providing bulk goods.
Oh he makes model trains. Here's a picture of one.
Ehhhhhhhhhhhh, I'd expect more weathering on a train but fine I suppose. No real detailing or highlighting but not bad I guess.
Anyway I think that's it for the evening. I got shit I'd rather be doing than listen to this idiot dither on.

Oh what the fuck

Black text on an orange and black background.
Readability? What's that?
Seriously click on that blog and look at what I have to put up with for this update. This update will not proceed until you do.

If you were in solitary confinement for the rest of your life, and you discovered a cockroach in your room, would you kill it or make it your friend?

Who thinks of this shit?

Why are those the only two choices?

Yeah that's a good point, actually. Why are there only two choices? Imagine if in life those were the only two options with people.

Can't I just not kill it? I don't kill bugs, not often at least. I guess it's the hippie in me, but I think that they are a little life with a little soul and I should respect that unless they are really interfering with my life. I had my house sprayed for roaches last month,

Oh well if they're interfering it's okay to compromise your morals.
Isn't that the argument Hitler used when exterminating millions of Jews?

but I never killed the one or two I saw. My cat killed them eventually or Zack, so it's not like I let my house get infested.

Oh so it's okay as long as you aren't directly doing the killing.
You know you could just say "I don't have a moral issue with killing roaches" and this exercise in tedium could be avoided.

I kill ants if there is a large amount of them in my house or car, but if a spider, or one ant is just wondering through, I leave it alone.

So it has to be a big kill.
I can accept this.

Seventeen percent of divorces in the united states are caused by infidelity and those are just the ones who get caught or aren't forgiven. Maybe I'm crazy, but I don't believe that cheating is just about sex.

Gearing up for a Biblical "well if you think about it's sort of the same as actually doing it--" no not really but whatever.

Couples may not have sex as much as someone else, but I am pretty sure if you were so desperate to have sex that you were willing to cheat, you could just talk to your spouse about it. One night of sex is never worth losing someone that you truly love.

Have my wife nag at me some more instead. Good tip.

Then, there's the nagging. I am a firm believer that no relationship problem short of abuse and cheating can't be solved by talking it out.

Most people are borderline illiterate. You honestly expect them to approach a problem with any sort of rational mind?

.I admit that's not good, but its the times that I let everything out that I know I'm really looking for a break up. The toilet seat was left up, he can never find the remote, she shops too much, they never walk the dog.

Christ, could you come up with fucking more cliched examples?
All right I got it: she's addicted to internet gambling and he's a registered sex offender.
Now there's some dramatic tension.

It would be rude to leave a relationship with a few walls still standing, I guess. It's much better to break it down to it's foundation. The truth is, that foundation will never go away though. As much as we want to break all connections to the person we were in a relationship with, we will always have the same foundation, us, to build our next relationship on.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU NUT?

I find it quite annoying that I spend hours practicing for a show. Then I spend every weekend for several weeks putting on a show. I post about it on my facebook, I text friends about it, I offer several people my free tickets, and yet no one ever fucking comes. The last show my mom came,Zack came, and Kandi came that was it.

Who wants to watch you work?
I know you're a magician and it's a lot of fun but I don't invite my friends to come see me bumble through a remedial English lesson, do I?
Also anyone paying close attention to your bullshit will see right through the illusion. Don't let the smoke and explosions confuse you.

So fucking annoying! I always support my friends with their shit.

You know when you use your support as a form of blackmail later most of your friends would rather do without support?

It really insults me when I'm like "hey we are having 15 different shows over 4 weeks, and I have 2 free tickets, do you want to go" and I get "oh, no I am busy" (for the next 4 weeks? I think no) or "I don't want to go alone" or "I will probably go next Friday" (which results in them never coming). Do you know how many Rocky Horrors I have seen because Adam is in it?

Plays are boring and I got iron chain to make.
Oh, what, like these assholes are going to suit themselves up?
No, so I'll do it. For a price.

I lot, probably over 50 since he joined the cast. I am trying to save up to afford a fucking $40 ticket to the spirit of Norfolk so I can see Julanne and Jr preform? yes, I have been trying to go for a while now. If I had never gone to anyone'e show I would probably have a couple extra thousand dollars and at least a few months extra time left over.

So stop fucking going, what? The benefits of not going are clearly outweighing going now.
Oh there's you. Hambeast, can't say I'm surprised.

I don't get it. I mean, I know the job market is hard now, but I'm a nanny. It's not exactly a common job. Even if there are a billion stupid girls out there trying to be a nanny, I am a real nanny.

>not a common job
>billions of girls
Oh but it's okay because you're a real nanny.

OMGmy friend invited me to this military wives/girlfriends group on facebook. I considered joining because I have made a few friends who are military wives lately and I thought maybe I'd make some more. Then I saw this list of things that military guys should know about their spouse. It was a lot of tupid shit like she needs two sets of dog tags oen for her rear view mirror and one to wear all the time. That she's super strong and how he's her hero, and shes his princess.

I'm just sitting here with my mouth open and my eyes unfocused. Am I reading words?

One said he he got a higher rank, he would get laid. She'd stop talking to her civilian friends, and make a bunch of friends online because no one else understands. Really

Bitches be crazy? Seriously edit your posts, Christ.

they were all crazy like that there were only like 3 things that weren't crazy. I don't fucking get it. Why do these women obsess about their husband's job? Yeah, it's a little different than being with a guy who works at McDonalds, but you will never catch me with dog tags on my rear view mirror.

Yeah getting shot at by desert people is a little different than making burgers.

They act like their life is so different and that only other people who live that life can undestand and are worthy of their time.

So they're like everyone else, actually.
Know what the hardest job in the world is? Whatever job you're doing at that second, apparently.

People work out of town all the time!

Working out of town, your APC hammered by a mine-- same thing, really.

Not to mention, I don't see why I need friends who 'understand' to me that means that I'm expected to bitch about it all the time.

Weren't you just bitching that none of your friends understand you and never come see your shows?

Warning: this is not safe for work

Oh don't worry no one can read it anyway. Not that they'd want to.

It had been six months long months since I had gotten to touch a woman's flesh. six long months without feeling any release except for the kind of relief the palm of my hand provided. It wasn't the same. Prostitutes wouldn't have been the same either, nothing was the same as her. She was the most amazing lover I'd ever had, if I couldn't have her, I didn't want anyone.

Somehow I suspect this is some sort of story she's writing and not something based in fact.
Anyway fuck this nonsense.