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it gets weird a little before the half-way point.Current Mood:  hungry Current Music: none |
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Dec. 31st, 2009 @ 12:11 pm
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Happy New Year, everyone! |
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First entry sentence of each month.
January: Ok the first entry of January is a private entry about Fleshlights (don't ask) so here is the second entry.
"Hmm that is a long and obscure title for an LJ entry."
February: "Hello LJ world again... Unless your name is Ryan you probably have no idea about what my life has been like the last few weeks."
March: "Big rant of a 12 year old to follow."
April: The first entry was a custom group lock..., so next entry "The only things on my friends pages anymore are as follows:"
May: "I graduated.. Ended the semester with a 3.65, the Engineering school with a 2.87 and ODU with a 3.16 Graduation week was stressful... I had projects and presentations and exams.. not to mention the huge studying stress that was my FE exam. "
June: "Packing has taken a bunch out of me.. which means UNPACKING will be worse.. But at least I'll eventually have my own place where i can set my own rules (and temperatures)."
July: "I spent the last 10 days on a Vacation with Ryan... It started out simple enough.. The Fourth of July outside my apartment. "
August: "I wish I had something to put in here right now."
September, october, AND November were uneventful months apparently.
December: "Upon waking up this morning (for the fifth or so time) before I crawled officially out of bed... to take a shower at an unfamiliar place I realized... I am happy. "
These were a lot more enjoyable a long time ago... |
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today is Mrs. Rat's birthday.
nihil & rat wouldn't have been or be quite as possible without her, so cheers to Mrs. Rat.
i was going to release a cartoon today, but we're now collabing with legendary musician ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) lossfound, and the budget's increased. something in january from us, unless i go back to being soulcrushed by the world of monies.Current Mood:  awake Current Music: Bayonetta: OST |
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As promised, here's a run-down of Soul Carnival 2! My Japanese isn't great (in fact, it's mostly non-existent), so I can catch small phrases here and there, but not everything that's said. Which is alright, since this is mostly just an adaptation of the manga into SRPG format.
( This is gonna be long! )Current Mood:  hungry Current Music: "Express Yourself" ~ Madonna |
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Dec. 29th, 2009 @ 09:28 pm
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The pile of eucharist, high-powered rifles and explosives at slab city this year is going to dwarf any previous year.
See you revolutionaries there on New Year's Eve! Allah's vengeance against the infidels shall be all-consuming!
Death to the Jews.
Previous Slab City New Years Celebrations:
http://the-iprophet.org/podcast/?p=episode&name=2009-05-06_02_slabs.m4v
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mystery solved, thanks to padre_elephanteCurrent Mood: awake Current Music: here comes the sun |
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within the last year or two, i was watching something in which a man was talking about this painting he bought at a garage sale, i think, and it was a painting done by someone's grandma- i think it was of her grandson as an astronaut, or he was on the moon, or something...
the guy is talking about this weird painting, and he talks about how he had to move, so he left the painting with his friend, and this was a number of years ago. recently, he got a tape in the mail of his friend burning the painting in a parking lot, and he was kind of sad about that.
does anyone know what i'm talking about? what the fuck was i watching?Current Mood:  curious Current Music: Mrs. Rat's secret audio project |
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one of the things i got for Jesus's birthday is this:
gigantic fucking book. it is now the largest book i own. i heard my coffee table complain while i was reading it the other night. to the left is PFFR's United We Doth, an addictive CD the jolly red grandpa Jesus left me on his way back to the north pole. below those are little promo bits that just happened to be in the shot, one for David Agranoff's Screams From A Dying World, and the other for Jeff Burk's Shatner Quake, testaments all to my indie street cred. the Arctic Monkey's CD is just there ironically, as i don't listen to them anymore because everyone listens to them now.Current Mood: awake Current Music: PFFR: Superfine |
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Dec. 26th, 2009 @ 04:21 pm
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Think I've got a Mandelbrot seed stuck 'tween my teeth. Will have to floss later.Current Mood:  indifferent Current Music: WOW orchesrated chaos in bg |
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So I get a call from Mama at 10 o' clock last night, almost in tears, telling me she can't find Angelina a Barbie Dream Townhouse and if I couldn't please pick her one up while I'm up here to bring it to Tennessee tonight. For the record, this doll house is $150 (which I don't happen to just have lying around, especially since I already bought Angelina about $150 worth of presents) and is sold out everywhere Mama could possibly get to.
AD, being the kind heart that he is, volunteered to get it for her (with Mama paying him back so he doesn't steal her present, but also because he already got her about $50 worth of used games), except for the fact that... oh yeah, IT'S SOLD OUT EVERYWHERE UP HERE, TOO. Considering it's the day before Christmas Eve, that's not too surprising. Although we did see it when we went shopping for her week before last.
But here are some interesting facts. Mama swears up and down that this is the ONE THING Angelina REALLY WANTS for Christmas this year, that she has her heart set on, because it's three stories and has an elevator "just like the one I got you when you were five!" The really nice $70 two story Three Musketeers doll house is also not good enough for this occasion, for some bizarre reason. Angelina has exactly four Barbies, and if I were to make a guess, doesn't really have all that many toys. The odds of her suddenly OMG NEEDING a $150 dollhouse for her four dolls that is just like the one Mama got me when I was five? Yeah, I'm not thinking they're all that high. I'm thinking she's projecting like CRAZY. Again.
When faced with the possibility that she won't be able to get this doll house, Mama goes "Well, I guess I'll just take her to Toys R Us and let her pick something out herself or get her a pair of shoes instead". Yes. SHOES. FOR CHRISTMAS. FOR A FIVE YEAR OLD. When I started yelling at her for this, she went "Well, she likes them Sketchers with the sparkles!" THAT IS NOT AN EXCUSE JESUS GOD. The idea of taking her to Toys R Us on Christmas Eve and just buying her something is also pretty crappy - you could do that any day of the year, but you picked the busiest shopping day of the year. It also ruins the fun of, you know, getting a Christmas present. Not like Mama has ever bothered to wrap or hide our presents from us - she just buys them and hands them over, like "Here you go, I know it's two weeks before Christmas, but Merry Christmas!" And then we get the joy of watching other people open presents on Christmas day, but without actually... getting to join them.
The really shitty part is that she could take that $150 and get her a ton of less expensive toys. But apparently Christmas presents don't count unless they're super-expensive and useless.
The other funny thing she did today was to tell us that she cleaned Angelina's PS2 that we got her last year out. We didn't actually get her any games for it last year, since we weren't exactly sure what to get and we knew she'd never had a game system in her life. This year, AD actually talked to his co-workers who have kids, asked what their kids liked, and got her some kid games (I believe he got a Disney Princess game, two Spongebob games, and the Grimm Adventures of Billy and Mandy). When I told Mama this, she went "Oh, what she really wants is Pac-Man!" Yes, because a five year old who's never played a video game in her life will desperately want PAC-MAN OF ALL FUCKING THINGS WHAT IS THIS I DON'T EVEN. It wouldn't even be so bad if MAMA was the one who wanted Pac-Man, but no. No. This is either because her boyfriend wants Pac-Man or that's the only video game she knows.
AD went and got it for her anyway. He also got Eternal Poison for me for Christmas, although I'm not touching it until Christmas Day, dammit. :|Current Mood:  aggravated Current Music: "Out of My Head" ~ The Black Eyed Peas |
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normally, there are 3 or 4 games i play in any given year. maybe sometimes there's 5, but they're usually spread out, and i end up playing one every 2 or 3 months.
for 2010, though, we already have Bayonetta, No More Heroes 2, Heavy Rain, God of War 3, and Final Fantasy XIII in queue... and i'm pretty sure this is just the first quarter. it's ridiculous. and there's supposed to be a new Prince of Persia in may, and maybe some mysterious new Metal Gear after that?
yeah, my biggest problems in life are that i have too many video games to play over the next 3 or 4 months and deciding which brand of Port i want to drink while i play them. i feel pretty good about that. |
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my last cake design for 2009.Current Mood: awake Current Music: none |
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if you google "Billion Dollar Bardo," you get my previous entry, and that's it. i coined it. everyone should use it now. |
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Dec. 22nd, 2009 @ 02:57 pm
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I've been told I have the soul of an artist - and I might consider giving it back. |
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i think that wal-mart is one of the circles of hell.
Not metaphourically, but literally a circle of Hell. Once you cross through that little area between the two sets of doors, where the vending machines live, you're venturing into the lands of the Damned. Here, unfortunate people toil in plastic fields under a fluorescent sun for an unseen entity. Undisciplined in life, they now wander through this billion dollar bardo in a dream-like obliviousness, unaware, even, of their own personal space and surroundings. In time, their bodies begin to warp and mutate, as their minds dissolve.
In true hell fashion, you can indulge in every vice... except pornography, of course, leaving some of these poor bastards feeling a little like Henry Bemis. Otherwise, every distraction vies for your mumbling attention, calling out in colours and affordable trends, thanks to the Damned of another land.
The Damned can often serve as obstacles to the rare individual who attempts to lucidly navigate his or her way through Wal-Mart. These adventurers are known as Wallynauts (a portmanteau, derived from the Old German name for Wal-Mart, Wallyweralt, and the Greek nautes, meaning sailor), or in some quarters Walnauts, though the latter has only come into recent use, favoured by the "kids today."
Wal-Mart can be dangerous for Wallynauts, but like Heracles or Orpheus, or even like Baron Münchhausen, the call to adventure, or the need to obtain some rare artifact is often too great to keep them from ever crossing over. While it can be treacherous, it can also be a lot of fun, and the rewards can be great. Even at its most perilous, though, the wayward traveler may find unexpected help in the form of one of the many Psychopomps throughout the store.
The Psychopomps of Wal-Mart are intermediate beings, caught somewhere between the Damned and the Wallynauts- although generally lucid and willful, they remain condemned. Their primary task is that of a guide, but they may carry out other objectives issued by the Demiurge. You should approach them with caution, while keeping in mind that they may not be inherently malicious or deceitful. There is a rumour that the Psychopomps are Wallynauts who were unable to escape, or who willingly became Psychopomps, but this has not been proved.
If you choose to venture into the depths of Hell, beware. Do not lose yourself among the Damned. Beware that the loss may be subtle at first, and though the Damned may finish shopping and cross back into our world, receipt in hand, they never really leave Wal-Mart.
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Dec. 21st, 2009 @ 10:05 pm
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i think that Tommy Wiseau is a dracula.
He has a mysterious past, apparently coming from France a long time ago. Wiseau possesses an accent that no one seems able to identify. according to Wikipedia, He's now 41 years old, which means that He was around 35 or 36 during the filming of The Room, yet He doesn't quite have the face of someone in their mid-thirties. at the same time, Wiseau's body is strangely muscular, and His skin seems faintly mottled or splotchy, almost like a corpse.
in The Room, He wears a lot of black, which is the default colour of the dracula dress code. some say that Tommy Wiseau is fluent in "many languages," as a long-lived dracula probably would be. after leaving France, Wiseau apparently lived in New Orleans, which is where draculas traditionally start out when arriving in the New World.
add to that Wiseau's interest in making dracula-based movies, i don't see how Wiseau isn't definitely a dracula.
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Dec. 20th, 2009 @ 07:56 am
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fuck
yeah. |
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