TIME TO FOCUS

Whenever I look at today's blog I just find my eyes unfocusing. Time to use my will.
Also it has been a while since I've reported these important figures:

As you can see progress has slowed since FUCKING HORRIBLE HIGH SCHOOL AND TEACHING has taken over.
Still, though, tons of ranks on weaving and alchemy.
The important skills.
Ah yes, the writer's block:

What's your most debilitating insecurity? Do you think you'll ever overcome it?

And her answer (and the reason I clicked on this blog as I'm sure you're about to realize):

Definitely my breasts. They're way too big. My boyfriend loves them, but that's for obvious reasons. I'm a 42DDD and it sucks.

And I'm sure she's trying to project this image she's some sort of titty monster and not just a fucking hambeast but let's be realistic here.

I have severe back issues and I'm always made fun of or getting in trouble for too much cleavage.

Anymore than a handful is a waste I always believed.

I hate having to wear wicked high cut clothing everyday because of it.

You should have to wear a Pac-Man ghost outfit like Muslims.

If you could turn back time, how far back would you go?

I always believed I was born in the wrong era and probably should have come of age around 1980.

I have no idea. Probably like the 40's or 80's.

Of course the way that's structured it makes it sound like you mean the 1940s or the 1880s but whatever you probably mean the 1980s.
I really found this question interesting due to the number of people that took absolutely no interest at all in it. I mean I was having trouble deciding when I'd like to see and the number of people who said "ehh, 1940 or some shit" was staggering.
Do you morons have any idea what was going on in the 1940s?
It wasn't a big deal. Just a little something called WORLD WAR II.
Also the start of the Cold War.
No, those times are not remembered fondly because they were good times-- they are remembered merely because the West prevailed.

Yeah, it's time to try, once again, to lose some weight. It's the same story every year. I always say how I'm going to lose the weight and how I'm going to look much better and blah blah blah.

I'm looking at your display picture and 1. I'm pretty sure that's not you and 2. you'll never be a delicious brown or yellow girl so why bother?

I'll even begin making a weight loss plan and make a journal and/or binder on it. It'll last a month or so and then I'll just randomly stop. I also say how determined I am and how I am not going to give up, but I always do.

Here's your weight loss plan: stop eating so much.

Jenni-Lyn Watson is a girl from my area who graduated my high school a few years ago. I'm posting this so that I can get her name out there for everyone to see.

She's 20 years old, 5'2", approx. 100lbs. and has dirty blonde hair. She's been missing since Friday, November 19, 2010. She was last seen in Liverpool, NY.

Give up. She's already dead.
Sorry I'm probably not being very helpful.

Why is riding a bus so fucking expensive? Seriously, I'm only on the bus for five minutes and I'm paying $1.25, which might not seem like a lot, but in reality, it is.

Consider it your "too lazy to walk three blocks" fee.

I've been on an anime kick lately and the two named animes have been the latest reasons why I never sleep.

Fist of the North Star and motherfuckin' Macross Plus is what I expect to hear from you.

They're both the same genre and have almost identical plots, but they're freaking amazing and I loved them.

I first watched KimiKiss Pure Rogue on Anime Network on Demand a few days ago.

No idea what that is.
I'm guessing it doesn't involve giant robots and therefore isn't worth watching.
Unless it's Fist of the North Star.

It's a sappy, slice-of-life story about a boy who's best friend moves back from France to finish her third year of high school. And, basically, they fall in love and all that other blah, blah, blah that's typical of modern animes, though there's a lot of emotion, understanding and struggle with this one.

>typical of modern anime
All right so it's shit, got it.

Myself; Yourself follows the same plot line as KimiKiss in many ways. Basically, boy moves back, boy meets childhood friends, boy mistakes childhood friend for random classmate, angst angst angst,

Huh.
I can't even muster up a proper response to this. Am I really reading about what anime you're watching, really? Even if it was something good all I'd be able to do is say "okay, you don't suck as much as I thought" but clearly you do so whatever.
Now here's an R-rated Pokemon fanfic.
Admittedly it has been a while since I've watched Pokemon but I somehow doubt the tone of the show has changed that much--

It's like 8:30 in the morning and I still haven't slept much tonight. Ugh. It's quite annoying, lol.

I'm sorry to hear that. 8:30 means I've been at work for half an hour.
Oh and I'm all the way to the first entry. That's handy.
Oh by the way, she posted another picture of herself and she has a really bitchy look on her face that I suppose is supposed to look sexy but just reminds me how brilliant my plan of going to the third world to get a brown girl is.
I mean not to toot my own horn or anything but in terms of great ideas I put it up there with Einstein's theory of relativity and Newton's discovery of gravity.
Anyway time to play some FFXIV, woo Friday~

The Wide World of Writer's Block

And other words that start with W.
Today's blogger had an answer to the question of the day that actually gave me pause for thought:

If someone insults you when you're walking down the street, what do you do?

My immediate answer was "fight them for your honor" but as this person (for once) astutely points out:

Do people randomly get insulted while walking down the street? I can't remember that ever happening to me. Maybe I have lived a sheltered life.

Actually hang out at my horrible high school for any length of time and it will happen.
But no, for most normal people who do not have to winnow the tide of barbarism that is real life this would seem like an odd question.
Anyway this blog seems oddly familiar to me. Maybe I've done it before?

I am not nice myself, but I can appreciate niceness in others. Do I get points for that?

If there's one thing I've learned in the past couple of months it's that kindness, even an appreciation of kindness, is a misplaced and dangerous emotion to have.

What do you do when you're sick other than rest or medication?

Last time I was sick I tried to spread my contagion to as many as possible in attempt to weaponize it throughout my high school.
It worked with mixed results.
Which is a euphemism for "total failure".
Although no, maybe that's a little strongly worded. I did successfully spread it but it never turned killer.

I blow my nose -- a LOT -- and I use any brand but kleenex. I absolutely hate kleenex. Worst tissue in the world. Please, everyone, don't use kleenex if you know what is good for your nose.

EVER GOTTEN THE KIND WITH LOTION AND VICKS RIGHT ON THEM?

Have you ever thought about the politics of disease?

Many times. It is far more beneficial to treat disease than prevent disease.
Why cure when you can sell medicine indefinitely?

Consider that heart disease has historically killed far more people than cancer -- yet more money is spent on finding treatments for cancer. Why do you suppose that is?

Cancer treatment is far more expensive than heart disease treatment.
Also you said yourself heart disease is far more likely to kill you than cancer so therefore the problem is harder to fix ergo it has a greater overhead cost-- am I making any sense?
I mean I know bloggers are of menial intelligence but goddamn.

Or how about this one: breast cancer and prostate cancer are roughly of equal prevalence and equally likely to end life. Yet breast cancer is a major cause celebre while prostate cancer barely gets noticed.

Uh that's because the government gives more grants into prostate cancer research than breast cancer so the private sector has to pick up the slack.

Breasts are on women, and women have historically been treated like crap in our society -- which means of course that they are better organized and also have a much deeper well of public sympathy from which to draw.

No I'm pretty sure I just explained why that happens like it happens.

Besides, people like breasts. They are a symbol of nurturing, sexuality and motherhood.
And then there is lung cancer. A shameful disease if there ever was one. Not only did you probably bring it upon yourself by smoking, but how many people did you harm through second hand smoke along the way? And now you are a burden upon society as your prolonged treatment plan eats up precious health care dollars.

That's a good point.

Folks. I particularly hate it when politicians and CEOs etc. call people "folks" because it is such an affectation.

Folks, from the German "Volks" means "people".
Hence "Volkswagen" is "the peoples' car".
"Folks" sounds far less clinical than "PEOPLE."

We know that they come from a background where people are called "individuals" or "clients" or whatever -- the use of folks is a total fabrication.

Or as I call them: "FILTH".

There is no objective reality. Just different shades mixing together to form changing colours. We all make millions of decisions each day, and the vast majority of these are entirely unplanned.

Did anyone else just mouth the words "what the fuck" now or was that just me?

Every controlled muscle movement in your body is a decision. Every time your eye moves or your finger types a new letter on the keyboard. All decisions. Later, when someone asks you why you did something, you cannot admit that there was never any conscious reason for it, so you make something up on the spot that sounds reasonable and you decide to believe in it.

I'm pretty sure if someone asked me why my finger hit a specific key on a keyboard my reasoning would be the painfully tautological "so I can type a word".
Why did I type a word?
So I can type this bullshit and call you an idiot.
Why do I need to call you an idiot?
BECAUSE IT MAKES MY BALLS FEEL BIG.

For some reason, we cannot admit that we are never really in control of ourselves. What we make up to explain the past becomes reality.

So something else is making me type this?
LORD JESUS INSPIRE ME~

You have only very limited insight into what your motivation was at that past moment, and even less about others' motivations. You construct subjective realities about the past, and these are heavily influenced by your unconscious, your attitudes, past experience -- your entire world view.

This is about the point where it's revealed the Nazis won WW2 or something.
Actually wasn't this a really long monologue by Morpheus in The Matrix?
How everything you've ever known is a carefully constructed simulation of a reality you've never known and therefore it could be entirely wrong and you wouldn't know?

Depressed people view the past as an indictment, a repudiation of their lives and themselves. A paranoid person sees it as evidence that the world is against him. Megalomaniacs see the past as confirmation of their destiny.

I just see it as proof you're fucking nuts.

Accepting that reality is an illusion is extremely liberating.

Yeah. You can learn to fly like Neo did in The Matrix.

I have mixed feelings about Nanowrimo. On the one hand, it's a bit like running a marathon -- a big accomplishment that no doubt stretches and tones your creative muscles. On the other hand, it's an absolutely dreadful way to write a novel.

I know I make fun of National write a book month or whatever the fuck but honestly the idea that people can write an entire book in a month on their own accord for fun after struggling the past month to get 9th graders to write 10 entire words on a page has me a little incredulous.
I'm dead fucking serious when I say this entry contains more words than they've probably coherently written in their entire lives.

On the surface, creative writing seems like a fairly straightforward, linear kind of activity. You turn on your computer, you open Word, you write a beginning, then you hop nimbly from stepping stone to stepping stone until you reach the last stone.

Oh is that how creativity happens? Just turn on your computer and bam, typed manuscript?

But in reality, writing is typically not linear at all -- it's very iterative. I write a beginning, then I move along forward, then I stop and read. And I wonder, what the heck is this story about anyway?

Uhhh I don't know what the fuck kind of stories you've been writing but I usually ask myself what a story is about before I start writing it.
"What is happening and who is doing the action" are pretty much two questions you should ask yourself always before setting out.

Then I catch something in paragraph three that seems promising, and I ask myself, what's going on there? I go back and mess around with para three, and while I'm at it I insert a couple of other paragraphs. And then suddenly paragraph 16 has completely new relevance and paragraph nine seems completely out of place.

So you're not a minimalist I take it. In fact this entire description of how you write is so incredibly bogged down and repetitive I'm starting to get a bit of a headache.

And it occurs to me that somewhere around para 34 something very cool is going to happen, so I write paras 32 through 35 and set them aside. Then I stop for the day, and when I open it up the next day I wonder what on Earth I was thinking, and I delete para three altogther. And so on. Sometimes at the end of all this I just have a mess.

Okay let me tell you how you write a story if you're not brain damaged:
you have an idea you want to tell. Pick the character you think would be most effective at telling the story.
Note I didn't say the character you personally like the best, I just said "most effective".
Your next goal is to figure out where the turning point of the story is. Then your goal is to get your character from Point A, the start, to Point B, the turning point, as quickly as you can and still maintain believability.
Your next goal is to get from Point B to Point C, the end, as quickly as you can.
Note if you think you can write a novel on this you shouldn't write more than 40 pages and if you think you can write 40 pages make sure it's about 15.

Which is to say that Canada is a social welfare state. This means that being poor in Canada is a virtue while being rich is something to feel vaguely ashamed about.

Canadians are the second most pretentious twats I've ever met after the French.

This idea has its tendrils in every aspect of life in this country. For example, there is a sacrosanct idea that in an environment of limited resources, health care should be distributed based on need and not the ability to pay.

It should go to those who are fittest.
Clearly those who can pay are fittest.

Livejournal has introduced a new type of advertising that is triggered sometimes when you try to leave a comment. The screen goes grey and you are forced to watch a commercial before proceeding. I'm all for finding good ways to generate revenue to sustain this site, but I really found this unacceptably intrusive.

Adblock Plus? Never heard of that.

The fact that Canada was denied a seat on the UN Security Council in favor of Portugal shows just how far the international body has fallen in terms of relevance and legitimacy.

>Canada
>UN
SORRY POWERFUL NATIONS ONLY.
Look at this chart. Not in the top 10? GET THE FUCK OUT.
Also European Union can piss the fuck off too. You need 20 of your little shit countries to equal the might of one real country.
I'm just pretending the UN does something.

As far as I can tell, politically the UN has become a place for tinpot dictators, terrorsts and anti-semites to advance their self-serving agendas.

Well the top 10 does include all three former major Axis nations so Antisemitic would come with the territory.
Then again it also contains all 3 former major Ally powers too so it's like we're really still living in the shadow of WW2.

Two questions about ethics.

First, which is worse, someone who does unethical things knowingly, as part of some conscious desire or plan, or someone who just seems to do it because it is part of his or her DNA.

That's funny you said you had a question but I don't see a question mark.
Also the person who does it because of their DNA, clearly.
Far better to act of your own accord than someone or something else's accord.

Second, who is better, the person who does something bad with absolutely no regret or the person who does something bad and has a major crisis of conscience for it.

The better person is the one with no regrets.
The latter is both wicked and a coward, the former only wicked.
Man this entry sure has dragged on.
Anyone else really tired after reading all this or is it just me?

Another day,

I'm not getting paid to do this, my game is down when I get home-- FUCK.
Anyway we need to talk.
Today's WB:

Let's say you're running for president, and you win by a mudslide. What would you change about your country and why? Would you make new laws? Paint the White House blue? Tell all!

Adjourn congress and dissolve the senate. There is work to be done and I cannot be tethered to bureaucratic nonsense. Democracy is far too important to trust to the common man.

I would impose heavy tariffs on imports to encourage domestic business,

Domestic business we can't afford to do because we've priced ourselves out of the market--

promote completely clean fuel sources, make public transportation widespread, abolish the use of cars except in rural areas

Oh God, really?
Abolish the use of cars.
Do you have any idea how stupid that sounds?
If we're using cleaner fuel we won't need to abolish cars--
Oh God no.

and make sure that the rich are heavily taxed, if there were any rich people at all.

Mmmm, yes. Always a wise idea to ensure your elite are poor.
What's that thing about smart people leaving poor countries as soon as they can?
Brain drain?
Might want to look into it.

I would abolish the stock market

HAAH
WAAW.
I, too, would enjoy living in the 10th century again.

lessen the salaries of CEOs proportional to their workers, so that whoever did the most work got the most pay.

Define "work".
As unnecessary as middle management often is someone does actually have to be in charge.

I would create more opportunities for the arts and everyone would have the best health care and the minimum wage would be high enough to live

And who's paying for all this now that you've abolished the stock market?
And to top it off she says she'd have everyone perform Russian disco hits and promptly links a German disco band.
Classy.

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

Man where the hell were all these questions when I was answering dumb shit about what food I like on a rainy day?
Anyway my national anthem would be this.
In case my ideas of dissolving the senate weren't throwing off enough of a Darth Vader vibe, you know.

Should websites like Wikileaks be defended for sharing confidential corporate and government information with the public, and why?

No. Secrecy is a weapon the same as an army or a bomb.

Yes. Governments only keep secrets away from each other and their citizens for violent purposes, it seems to me.

STOP CONTRADICTING ME, CAPTAIN "I'D DISSOLVE THE STOCK MARKET".
You're clearly Communist.
Look at your choice of colors, even. Red and yellow? MORE LIKE RED AND RED RED PINKO SCUM.

Wow, I'm in a domestic mood... today I made gluten-free banana bread

GIMME THAT GLUTEN.
Jesus Christ after staring at her blog for a while going back to a white screen makes everything look green.
I think I'm going blind.
That awful red color is permanently burned into my retinas.

Hello, I'm in London, sitting in a practice room at the Royal Academy of Music, listening to my friend play flute

Hey I'm in the United States sitting in my computer room going blind.
Then I'll become like that blinded Korean War vet in that movie Blind Fury and kill mobsters with a samurai sword.
I think he got blinded my Agent Orange, though, and not this blog or as I'm calling it "Agent Red".

It's a small room and flutes are loud from this distance, and the piece includes a lot of very high notes. Ow. It is a beautiful piece though, and she's studying with famous teachers; she's very good.

I really care about your friend.
Please, tell me more.

My flight back to this country was really crazy... it was supposed to leave Dayton for Atlanta, Georgia at 1:27 PM, and due to Atlanta being at the center of a huge storm system at the time, we had to wait until 6:00 to actually leave, (unboarding? Disboarding?) three times and then reboarding, and waiting on the runway for half an hour before we were allowed to take off.

I don't even know what game to turn on to ignore you. I can't turn on FFXIV because it's down-- maybe I'll play some Call of Duty.

Because my first flight was so late, I missed my connection to London, so had to take a later flight, which was supposed to leave at 9 but was rescheduled for 10:30 and ended up leaving at 12:30 while they fixed the toilets onboard.

Oh you wanna fight, Charlie? Let's see suck on the end of this .44 Magnum.

And I was seated in a seat with no windows next to a baby with an unintentional mohawk.

There's something very satisfying about using the enemy's weapons against himself.

Oberlin's Quaker meeting has gained two children who come to meeting with their dad, so we have had to debate about how to handle having a Sunday school. I'm charged with teaching the kids about Christian history before the Quakers.

So there were some Romans who were busy being industrious and conquering people and then a bunch of religious types caused a dark age we call the Dark Age-- I dunno, maybe I skipped some details there.

Great! I thought. Now I can teach them all about how Christianity departed from Judaism with Jesus and spread across the Roman Empire, which regarded it as a cannibalistic Mystery Cult, helped by the fact that unlike other religions in Europe at the time it admitted women and the poor as members.

AND THEN ZEUS SMOTE ALL THE UNBELIEVERS.

I was sick all last week, with something that felt like mono. Now I'm going to an Oberlin BDSM meeting.

This is the second blog in a week that has mentioned bondage.
I read some weird shit.
Well I'm all the way back to 2008 now and there isn't anything interesting to post about so I think it's safe to say you're boring.
I mean at least I had mapped out a plan to start a second Roman Empire in my responses. Yours were just nonsensical.
And just when I was about to let this dog lie:

I met this Polish guy last weekend in Dublin who thinks I'm a girl.

I mean surely--

I thought everyone who calls me Andrew knew I was a guy. Apparently their fucking gender binary minds can't get around their prejudice regarding who I am.

If you don't tell me I'm picking pronouns.

"Andrew, were you born a girl or a boy? I don't fucking care, but just tell me who you are." I don't fucking know who I am. I'm just fucking who I am. I'm a mess. I'm a fucking mess. I'm a fucking human being who just wants to be fucking left alone.

Well when you need to invent pronouns to describe yourself people are naturally going to have a few questions, yes.

Do you know how fucking hard it is? I suppose you might. But I met this amazing guy, who calls me a girl, and then five minutes later I'm "mate". It's not fucking fair. It's not fucking fair. I am who I say I am. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yeah but there are far too many women with vaginas to mess around with this nonsense.
Unless you're into that kind of thing.

God I'm fucking drunk. Okay, I'm going to stop writing this entry... alcohol is a curse upon the fucking human race. Don't forget that. Oh god.

I'm the only normal person in the entire world.
Anyway I think this entry officially ends here before I run into any more fuck.