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July 9th, 2011
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| If you have the entire World fucking Wide Web before you, and you're bored, your mind is far too small to interest me. Also, your boredom is not my problem. So don't be all shocked and offended when you decide to pester Mme. Perfect Stranger because you are "booooooorred," and she blocks you right away. What the hell makes you think your boredom is a worthwhile distraction from my interesting time-wasters? | ||||||||||
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irritatedJune 12th, 2011
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| The first part of last night's dreams involved me (or possibly just humans) being the particulate food organism to some impossibly massive alien omnivores. And when I call them alien, you can just imagine all those freaky little lifeforms from under microscopes and the high-pressure benthic depths, blown up to blimp size at the very smallest. And in beautiful, vivid colors. Oh, and they are all hungry for you. The second part was, inexplicably, about a kid in South Korea who had a tutor/teacher from somewheres in North America (blondish, looked good in glasses). Because this was one of my dreams, it came to light that this tutor was a vampire, even though he could function perfectly well by day, et cetera. And because this was one of my dreams, he wound up turning his student into a vampire. Whatever type they are, there's a lot of screaming when the Hunger first hits them. Considering how IJ likes to delete/lose my old entries--if it doesn't close down completely and force me to a new blog site--and how I've totally forgotten how to archive them all on my laptop, and how to access that archive, and how to make any sort of backup, I'm seriously considering going back to just writing everything out in books again. | ||||||||||
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blahApril 29th, 2011
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| So, as we all know, when horrible natural disasters & devastating terrorist attacks happen on the east or west coast, it's because we are all filthy, snooty, intellectual sinners supporting gay lesbian feminist abortionist Moslem Gaga fans on welfare. What, then, does it mean when historic floods, deadly tornados, and epic wildfires ravage the notoriously pious south & midwest? All at once? Well, we all know God's favorite type of Christian is a greedy, envious, suspicious, belligerent hypocrite, so I'm sure he's just testing your faith or something. | ||||||||
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snarkyApril 1st, 2011
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| Me (sick w/throat bug): I need Fritos, because they're deadly salty. Or maybe something spicy which will burn out my throat, since I can't taste anything. Mom: Okay! I wrote "Fritos" on the shopping list. Mom: Here, I got you Nacho Cheese Doritos. They should be spicy because the bag is red. Me: And you didn't get Fritos? Mom: I thought these would do the trick. Me: *tries them* They are not spicy, they aren't even salty, I can't taste the "cheese" flavoring, and for some reason they contain wheat ingredients. Mom: *Jewish mothering* Me: Okay, I'm going to put these in the bar. Their benefit is just not worth the damage to my metabolism & digestive system. So, now I'm brutally, disgustingly sick, AND an ungrateful daughter. yay me | ||||||||||
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sickMarch 17th, 2011
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| Before I go to sleep again & forget, last night's dream was a long & detailed thing involving some fantastically old people. I suppose it was a nightmare, since it was set underground or in a very dark place, and had a pretty spooky atmosphere, but I enjoyed too much of it for this one to actually be a bad dream. These fantastically old people were so old, their faces had eroded off (the nose goes first). Their bodies were so delicate, if they struck anything they'd just break apart into a very fine dust. What staggered me was the brain-bending age of these people: they'd forgotten quite a lot, incl. all personal information, pretty much. I don't know how I could tell, but they were probably in the hundreds of thousands of years old (the youngest would have been in the tens of thousands). | ||||||||||
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tiredFebruary 20th, 2011
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| Last night's dream took place in a setting that was 100% city. I think there was a sky, but the rest of it was city. Yeah, city instead of ground. Like in BLAME!, except with neons, electricity, billboards, and people. Except we never saw any other humans in the whole, vast city who were not part of the resistance. The only people I knew of in this dream (who were definitely people) were all revolutionaries working to undermine the Authority--it wasn't called anything specific like that in the dream, that's just how it/they were considered. None of us knew for sure who the Authority was, or how many, or where, or anything really concrete about them (they were even speculated to be aliens), because the Authority only ever manifested on (billboard/teevee) screens as Adam & Eve. Well, specifically, as one adult human male & one adult human female, and always the same pair. They might have been known in the media as Adam & Eve. We weren't doing very well against the Authority, because it either knew our every move in advance, or had just set highly unlikely traps absolutely everywhere. Every undertaking was a potential suicide mission. Our primary efforts were all for more secure secrecy. I did not approve of the unfocused, chaotic efforts of the resistance, and toward the end of the dream I began to attempt some organization, the better to at least minimize casualties. The scary scene at the end happened in a very large strip mall, where something went wrong & we were certain the Authority had caught on. We started moving our equipment out of the megastore (it was like a WalMart, Super-K, or Super Target) to halfway across the very, very large parking lot, because I honestly feared the Authority would blow up the store just to do away with us. Instead, Adam & Eve appeared on a big screen inside the store, just to try and intimidate me: they addressed me specifically, and let on that they already knew I was two hundred years old and absurdly wealthy. I hadn't even known these things were true until they said so, & it did give me a bad shock to realize that. | ||||||||
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February 17th, 2011
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| I have to start drawing Age of Winds. I'm not even a little bit ready, and I have no place or idea where to upload the finished pages, but I have to start drawing it. | ||||||||
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anxiousJanuary 6th, 2011
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| Twitter absolutely refuses to let me tweet from my laptop. Fuck them with an Antarctic glacier. Want to make all sorts of things I can't afford & have no space for. Luckily I don't necessarily want to keep them (like haunted sculptures), so perhaps I can make use of that kickstart site my brother showed me. Starting to wonder what alternate designs I can come up with, since doors are kind of expensive and awkward to ship. New Year's resolutions? Below 140lbs. It can be done; let's do it this year. Draw like a mofo. Write like a mofo. Get a damned driver's license, get a boyfriend, get a new laptop if you can. We are dynamic & powerful, & can accomplish at least these things. Stop living in "someday." Must obtain crockpot, more jeweling tools, incl. a scale; must start selling stuff on Etsy or eBay to reduce crowding & increase funds. Must get rid of all those old shoes we really don't want & will never wear again. Sell the most expensive ones. Throw away the failed art final at the back of the closet, good riddance. Along the writing & drawing lines, Age of Winds has to happen. It has to come out. I can't sit around dithering about style & format; if I can portray everyone properly & get the mood/atmosphere across, just getting it out however I can will be the most genuine expression. Considering making panel templates, so I can just trace frames instead of making painstaking measurements... if I want to draw on paper. :) First project I can finish? I can sew fishnet sleeves into that new black tee shirt. | ||||||||
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October 25th, 2010
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| K: How can you be so totally blithe about your own slavery? C: It's because I'm smart. Pleasure slaves are never going to have responsibilities as heavy as Joe Blow's, and when you're a slave, that means someone else is responsible for you. Which means I will never have to do as much work as you do. :D K: Wow, that is smart. A guy as smart as you--I have total confidence in letting him carry all my luggage. :D C: >__<; | ||||||||||
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amusedAugust 8th, 2010
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| Last night I dreamed I visited Amy in Utah. The architecture of the whole community dated back to the 1930s, 50s, and 60s, and none of it had been renovated, repainted, or even cleaned since it was built. Everything was cracking, peeling, and grimy, and some places were just clotted with cobwebs. Many structures (like her balcony) were made from tube and sheet metal now rusty and precarious with exposure and metal fatigue.* I remember she was bothered by some guy who was following or stalking her somehow, so I convinced her to address him from her 4th? 5th? floor balcony, and he went away on his own. Not sure if she convinced him herself, or if he saw me up there, or what. The rest of the dream was mostly me wandering around buildings so dilapidated, it was shocking to find how many of them were still inhabited. You really couldn't tell if someone was living in a place, they were all that run-down. *Pretty sure this was a metaphor for the rigid moral/societal model there, which is also endangered by time & in need of some renovation. | ||||||||||
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August 2nd, 2010
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GB: What is it that gives you joy in life? Wearing comfy clothes? Doing your job? Going outside? Perhaps, knowing what's going on? Well, you can't do that anymore, no matter what it is. GB: What is it that keeps you healthy? Cooking for yourself? Low stress? Sleep, rest, and plenty of fluids? Well, you can't do that anymore, either; you're going to spend all that time commuting now, unless we tell you to work then. GB: Sick days? Are those like unicorn farts? If you don't come into work, it's your own responsibility to get someone to cover for you. We can't be assed to make sure work gets done here. Getting your stand-in isn't work, so we won't pay you for it. GB: You paid us a dollar for something totally intangible! Now we own your ass forever. GB: You have to give us your full name, address, phone number, SSN, pet's and mother's maiden name. But we're totally not liable if someone uses that info to steal your identity. GB: But the person who stole your identity just bought a zillion dollars worth of stuff from us, and you're totally liable for that. We'll sell the debt to a collections machine if you don't pay as fast as we like. GB: Also, unions are bad. If you try to conspire for some rights, we'll fire you all, and it will be totally your own fault. Note: This rant omits the RIAA's business method of extorting random strangers. | ||||||||||
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depressedJuly 7th, 2010
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| This morning I had a dream about a single-father geologist or geology teacher who encountered some adolescent boy who told him he was actually a golem called Taste Of My Eyes, who he (the boy) had made about six hundred years before. And to prove it, he had the guy remove one of his own eyes so the boy could eat it. It blew him away because there was no way the geologist could disobey him, but also because there was no pain at all, and his eye came out cleanly, with no blood, muscles, or nerves attached to it. Apparently the golem-maker loved eating those eyes, but he could only have one at a time, or his golem would be blind. The eyes always regenerated over time, because they were actually root vegetables--radishes of some kind. But but but, how does a golem have a daughter? Well, the geologist's daughter was actually a doll called Dandelion, made solely to accompany the golem, and nearly as old. The key to the whole thing is that the boy had made a breakthrough discovery that golems with complete, sentient minds were incomparably superior to the regular kind, but their fantastically increased durability meant that stress and exhaustion would catch up to them long before any kind of physical deterioration. So, whenever Taste grew mentally unstable or dangerously energy depleted, his master would erase his memory and let him live quietly with Dandelion for a decade or two, as a human, to recharge. I don't b'leeve Dandelion had ever had her memory wiped, but then she was never subject to the same stresses as Taste. (Additionally: Boy: You know you don't actually have to defecate? You can stop whenever you like. Taste: But then I'll just fill up with shit! D: Boy: Haha no, your physical mass will just bulk up {if you keep eating}.) | ||||||||||
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June 28th, 2010
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| I always knew Reaucisco's "twin" Drake was the gothy sort. It's always night in his mindscape; his little sister is a long-haired goth with tattered hems who lives in a graveyard. But he's quiet and smiley, so I thought it was just the way his personality tended. Then I asked about his hobbies. You know, for character development. Drake: Oh, Warhammer 40K! I love Warhammer! *____* <3 <3 <3 *drags Eron along for his improv skills* me: Huh, so you're a nerdy tabletop gamer, okay. What's Warhammer 40K? TvTropes: Warhammer 40K is not as nice as Lovecraftian rpgs. ...Holy crap, Drake-! | ||||||||||
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hotMarch 30th, 2010
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| Ren 54m4: this pendant features a Celtic angel cat bearing amethysts Ren 54m4: it wants to propose, father your children, and support your feminist goddess-quest Sappho13: XDDD Ren 54m4: but alas, it is only a bit of metal. and secretly a vampire. Ren 54m4: you get yogurt XD | ||||||||
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geekyMarch 12th, 2010
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| 5mL: Kitsune-tsuki, Fenris Wolf, Strangler Fig Imps: Bordello Cheshire Cat Embalming Fluid Fae Fallen Hellcat King of Hearts Mania Nuit Oberon Ode on Melancholy Ozymandias Phobos Psyche Schrodinger's Cat Seraphim The Unicorn Vicomte de Valmont | ||||||||
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February 25th, 2010
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| OKAY, I GET IT, I UNDERSTAND, you can shut up now universe, I know how it works. I must be 110% perfect in every tiny detail, or be called out and brutally punished. Not even in the tiniest aspect of my life may I skate by at 75% or 90% of perfection, like normal people. EVER. EVEN AT PLAY. In addition, I may be singled out for exclusion or punishment, and NOTHING ELSE. And somehow 110% of perfection is not even worth mentioning, ever. Fine, okay. Look, karma... fuck you in the FACE. With a nice heavy bastard file. Fuck you right in the face. | ||||||||
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February 14th, 2010
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| Q: Why aren't there any male oracles? Falon: There are very many male oracles. Female oracles just get all the attention because they must be approached to disclose hidden or unknown things, whereas male oracles will run up and smack you in the face to tell you things that are so obvious you're not realizing them. The outstanding majority of male oracles, like their messages, are too obvious to be seen. | ||||||||
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coldFebruary 6th, 2010
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| Er, back from Vegas, guys. fwiw. Got my fridge magnet, perfected my bonbons. | ||||||||
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January 28th, 2010
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| Hokay, flying to Las Vegas tomorrow. Should be back February 4th with souvenir shotglasses & the like. :D | ||||||||||
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January 24th, 2010
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| ~2 1/2 oz. milk/cream/half&half (whatever you've got) ~2 1/2 oz. water 1 packet sugarfree Swiss Miss goodness :9 sugarfree chocolate Torani syrup Microwave the water and dairy together in the mug as you would water for tea, then add the Swiss Miss cocoa. Top off (about a 3 second pour) with the Torani syrup. No marshmallows required. Why not straight milk/dairy? I've found it actually sort of dilutes the flavor, in a different way than water. | ||||||||||
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