The Truth of the Matter

Hi

2009-02-20T00:08:41Z

So, it's been nearly a year since I've posted here. This place... well it was a huge quagmire of angst, infighting and snipiedness the last time I checked and it probably still is. Fortunatly most of that should be gone from apathy now. A lot of stuff has changed. I'm engaged to Sarah Copeland, though no date has been set. I had a great (if stressful) job, making 30,000 a year and lost it because I trusted the wrong person. That was last Novemeber and I'm still unemployed. Not for lack of trying of course, but tis the season to be a statistic. But life is pretty okay. Been sleeping a lot lately... nothing much else to do. Don't have internet, so I can't pirate my weasily heart out which makes finding new stuff to watch hard.

I'm coming to realize that I'm an adult. 25 years old and I just figured it out. It would be funny if it wasn't so damn common. I thought I would be bitter about it but now that I'm there it's... well it's who I am now. Not any less goofy, but an adult. But sitting here in Panara Bread, sipping on water and looking around I realize I have more in common with the 30 something in the corner working on stuff then the teen aged kids walking around in not enough clothes. It's frigin COLD OUTSIDE YOU DITZES...anyway, I'm going to get back to looking for a job.

Entry X (the masked entry, who's really SpeedEntry's brother but he dosn't know that hoha!)

2008-06-04T18:01:35Z

You know I really never liked this thing. Besides the fact that it brings drama-queen out from me (not that it needs all that much encouragement) It just seemed like a lot of work and like...Every one can see it! Several times I've wanted to post something and didn't because "Someone" could see it (where someone is a variable ranging from one person to anyone). And now that I find myself with out internet, the drive to post becomes less and less. Plus, you know... you all in internet land, we've drifted apart and all that. So... I guess i should update you.

I'm Turning 25 (I think I'm turning 25 I really think so)

A combination of the concussion and my own natural laziness has caused my electricity to be turned off.

I will be getting it turned back on the 17th.

The Girl(tm) and I are looking into rings (found one actually) and I'm having an apoplexy trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for the damn thing. The whole "No power" thing and the catching up on bills isn't helping.

My hat just fell on the floor. Sources say that it will be picked up "when I feel like it". Critics say this is indicative of this current administration in the Chrishouse's lack of empathy with the common hat

I've started another DnD group with mixed results. But at least I'm playing

4th ed looks mucho groovy

A free latte still tastes like a Latte

I'm really reaching for updates now, so we'll return to the normal paragraphical (Look, new word!) format. I really do need to put some music on this laptop so I don't have to listen to this... crappy cover stuff of swing music they play in Caribou Coffee. MADDENING! Anyhow, this anyhow stood for over 10 minutes while i checked out penny-arcade and chuckled in a humor-filled manner at the witticisms and shiny pictures. I don't know, really it's just one of those days where I want to type but I don't know what to talk about? Oh well.

Live long and may the force be with smegin lot of you. So say we all.

Heh

2008-06-02T05:07:34Z

Oops... 25...

Forehead

2008-04-22T14:40:50Z

At 7 30 on sunday, after getting off the phone with Matthew Walton, I hit my head against the top of my car door. It has no frame across the top, just the rounded edge of the glass. This gave me a minor concussion. I went to work and it progressivly got worse. I would screw up simple sequences of numbers, have trouble reading or speaking. I used the last of my PTO (payed time off) to leave work and drove to my girlfriends house (where i am still) after some convincing and a call to my parents, they took me to the emergency room. two and a half hours and a CAT scan later, the doc confirmed that I gave myself a concussion and that i should take it easy for the next 24 to 48 hours and will be feeling the effects of it for upwards to a week.

just thought you all might wanted to know.

Death in the World

2008-03-05T23:40:02Z

E. Gary Gygax, as I'm sure as most of you that are into gaming know, died at age 69 on March 4th. For those who don't know, Gygax was the co-creator of a small little indie-game back in the 70's with the strange name of Dungeons & Dragons. This game created an industry, spawned hundreds of look a-likes and new ideas. It helped several generations of geeks meet each other, support each other and have some place to go so they wouldn't be alone. Gary Gygax saved my life, and he never knew me. He never shook my hand, he never knew I existed. But I morn his passing even more for that lack of knowledge. He played right up till day he died. He loved his fans. And we loved him.

The wine will never taste as sweet, my dice feel heavy in my hands. The original DM lays beneath our feet, Gone to explore the unknown lands.

Give those players hell up in heaven, Gary. We miss you down here.

Err...

2008-02-14T23:33:10Z

Well shite... First time in a while that i've had the chance to hop online and what do i do? Stare at the shifting void that is the introwebs and blink for an hour, not knowing what to do. I've checked a few of my old webcomics but they don't hold the power over me now that I don't have instant access to it. I've downloaded the new podcast at wizards, but i can't listen to it til tonight because i have no head phones to plug into my laptop. Things are going great with Sarah... so of course, I'm getting jitters. Current problem?

Truth is she wants to wait til marriage for sex. Hey, I understand it (even if I don't agree with it) and I figure i could probably convince her to give in to that lust in her eyes when/if (...no probably when) we get engaged. But something a friend of mine said brought me up short.
"Yeah, see? Withholding sex til mariage is a great way to keep guys around."

...well fuck, beyond the fact that little statement is vaguely insulting, does that mean i don't love her i just want in her pants? *sigh* Happy couple syndrome here we come. At least our valentine's day was awesome. Went to the new Bravo's and saw "Meet the Spartans"... it wasn't horrible (even when not compairing it to the abomination that was "epic movie") and I laughed for a good portion of it. And Kevin Sorbo has decent comedic timing. Heh. Well, I'm going to get another cup o' coffee before I get back to work.

Later all.

Twas the night before x-mas

2007-12-25T08:51:29Z

Twas the night before x-mas and all through the house,
not a creature was stirring
not even John Tesh, Alien Over-Lord from the FUTURE!

All the geeks had posted their wishlists without error,
hoping that Saint Nick will get them something that would make them tingle, you know, down there.

The gamers where wrapped up in their own little world,
while dreaming of headshots that would make a psychologist hurl.
With my girlfriend in a teddy, and I having a snack,
we were settling down for a long night in the sack.

When out in the living room,there arrose such a clatter
I stomped down stairs to see what the fuck's the matter!

I threw on my bathrobe and tied up the sash
Just in case the windows where open so i wouldn't flash.
The lights where on, and brightly glowed my TV screen
with colors a-flashing orange, blue, yellow, red and green.
What the name of great emperor Nero?
It was Santa Claus wailing on Guitar Hero!

On "Godzilla", on "Texas Flood", on "Cherry Pie" and "Take Me Out"
He was strumming it all and was quite good, the lout.
Playing it loud and being kinda a jerk,
he was showing off and doing it all on Expert!

I grabbed the other guitar with a rocker style sneer
and Good old saint nick knew an ass kicking was near.

All of the night and into the day
that good game was played
till santa himself started to fade

with a start and a thrash he looked at the clock
then he gave his forehead such a knock.

"Because I spent all night here with you,
They're not gonna get any presents in Peru!"

Then he blinked and gave me a big grin,
And he turned back to the game and started too win!

He played so hard and so fast
The world it's self went back to the past.

I awoke in bed, knowing i gave the night a miss
But who cares about rhyming
Look what Sarah gave me for Christmas!

Happy Holidays everyone!

taptaptap

2007-12-17T17:30:05Z

*blows the dust off of this thing* Whoa. That's a good inch or so.

Um... Hi. It's been a while. Have a lot to say but not much time to say it in. Er. Let us see.

I have a job. Ohio Relay for the Deaf and Hard of Hearing. Not bad a job. I type what I hear and say what is typed. Sometimes i don't even have to talk. Yes, it's dealing with people. But it's dealing with people over the phone, where they are very far away (sometimes in Alaska!). There are some annoyances (fraud calls and the like) but most of the time I just sit there and read a book. Chris likes.

I have a girlfriend. It's pretty serious. I love this girl. She's goofy, she's slightly weird, she's curvy and she likes zombie's and horror flicks. Yes! Chris likes.

I'm moving into a new apartment (don't worry, i won't be asking anyone here for help so you don't have to worry *chuckle*) in Centerville. One bedroom (NO ROOMMATES! WOO!) new carpeting, 725 sq. feet total. It's nice. Chris likes.

This'll be my first year without seeing any of my family for the holiday's. I'm not sure how I feel about that. I mean, yeah I miss my 'rents and my bro and my grandpa but... I'm out on my own, you know? Probably not, after all their my feelings.

MINE! *laugh*

Anyhow, work beckons. This was fun, I'll have to do it again sometime. Maybe.

oh...

2007-08-28T18:33:06Z

I'm pretty sure now that I'm being ditched by my roommates. For the second time now they've both left, along with Matt's *grunt* girlfriend, not that he will tell me that she officially is, I had to get the word from his sisters, while I was in the bathroom/taking a shower/otherwise disposed. Not a word, they just...leave.
I guess They're done putting up with me or something... not that they will tell me if anythings wrong. Just this passive-aggressive ignoring shit. Don't know how to take it. Or even if it's real. But... I think it is.
Oh well.

Hey you guys!

2007-08-26T06:26:18Z

Wow it's been a while since I've posted on this fucker. Yeah, I'm drunk. I was a little tipsy then, in a game of truth or dare, was dared to take down two bottles of beer. So did it. So I'm drunk. It's a nice drunk, had DD, and soon to get a nice tall glass of water and take it down... Like a MAN, yo.

The girl is being confusing, as all girls are. She seems really hesitant around me, but very very wanting to set up more dates. Either she's rather shy or using me to say "yes mom, dad, I'm not gay. See?" or to make herself feel better. And to be perfectly and horribly assholish (and I do me depths of the earth, I should shoot myself in the face assholish), I'd be a little more Okay with that if she wasn't also so sensitive about physical contact. Hence the confusion. I'd wash my hands of it if she wasn't so damn COOL. Bah. Damn double X's...

No job yet. Getting kinda disconcerting that I've not got a call about any job. If it wasn't for the medication, I'd be thinking that I'm not worth the try. Who knows?

Bah. and bah again!

Still, it's better then being depressed.

captn @ 2007-07-31T00:16:00

2007-07-31T04:17:24Z

So the first date went well and a second date is confirmed.

Holy hell, others know of it too?

2007-07-25T09:36:30Z

Time line of a dryspell (cracked.com)

Day 1: Funny, it's about to begin, and you don't even know it. Just as the Ice Age began with someone casually remarking that they should've worn a scarf today, your dry spell commences with an uneventful 24 hours without sex. In fact, you're still focused on last night. You not only have the memories, but the physical evidence—longer hairs on your pillow, a wine glass stained with lipstick, welts from a tennis racket. It was quite an evening, and you're feeling blissful and bulletproof.

Week 1: It would have been a good idea to have programmed her number into your cell phone instead of drunkenly attempting to etch it into a napkin with a swizzle stick. On the other hand, you suddenly recall something she said about a boyfriend and a pitiless stare and mixed martial arts. But there's no shame in a week without sex. Please, you're not a rock star.

Month 1: This isn't a problem. It's a breather, really. It's just a lunch break: you'll enjoy a Panda Express combo platter at the food court and buy some shoe laces and razor blades, and when you're done, your cubicle will be waiting there to give you head. But it couldn't hurt to think about, you know, the future, maybe put the word out. You've heard mixed reviews about online personals.

Month 3: You don't have a black book. Frankly, you haven't been with enough people to justify a directory, and the swaths of untouched alphabet would only embarrass you. You do have a few emails stored, however. Last you heard from your ex Carla, you were chided for not attending her commitment ceremony. (“For the last time, I do not blame you for making me a lesbian. I thank you for it.”) In your note to Danielle from about a year ago, you accused her having the personality of norovirus. But then there's Beth, whom you met through a mutual acquaintance and chatted with for fifteen minutes before you each remembered urgent, fabricated errands you had to run. Awkward, but perhaps not beyond redemption. Suddenly, you're typing: “It's been a few years, but I was wondering why it is we never managed to hook up again. Anyway, how are things in the Dean campaign?”

Month 5: Your reunion with Beth never happens, but you are on her mailing list for pictures of her ferrets. Meanwhile, you continue to prowl the personals, eschewing anyone who has written the words “friends first” or “family oriented.” Sure, maybe someday, but right now you just need a woman who somehow finds the top-to-bottom mediocrity of your profile reason enough to play with a nipple. You have also visited the Casual Encounters section of Craigslist. Naturally, you haven't replied, because you're certain that the classifieds are placed by escorts or men or cannibals.

Of course, there have to be, you know, one or two exceptions, right?

Month 7: You've tried your luck at the bars a number of times, but your confidence has decayed, and your patter, such as it was, would now be more charming and persuasive if delivered by a telemarketer. In your email of abject apology to Danielle, whom you not only accused of having the personality of norovirus but the intellect of twelve generations of incest, you explain you were merely intimidated by a strong woman. She writes back just to remind you that she only fucks half-brothers. Fair enough.

In your personal ad, you relax your preferences for height and weight.

Month 9: Hello, strip club! You enter The Kitten Cabaret with a certain amount of superiority: you'll never be one of those gargoyles who lurks near the stage feeding cash into G-strings. In fact, you fully expect the woman giving you a lap dance to say something like, “What's a swinging guy like you doing here?” Drinks after her shift, perhaps? Instead, she grinds against you vigorously, but disinterestedly. You can tell she's thinking about calling plan options or something, attuned to the environment just enough to determine when Usher's done singing. Having spent your money for kinda nothing, the question seems, if only briefly, reasonable: “Would I pay for the real thing?” Maybe one of those “massage” places, which when you think about it isn't prostitution at all. It's just more comprehensive therapy.

In your personal ad, you relax your preferences for distance and drug use and language spoken. Yep, you'll cross state lines for a Laotian ether addict.

Year 1: You write to Carla, who's so, so glad to reconnect. She's still happily involved with Susan; in fact, they were married officially on the Cape and are now expecting their first child. This is all grand, but you only wrote to her because you thought deep down she missed cock, and the honeymoon photo of her and her wife in snorkeling gear shames you.

Your friends—who've been no help at all—assure you it'll happen when you least expect it. Since you couldn't expect it any less than you do at this moment, you can only assume you're moments away from fucking one of your friends.

Year 1, Day 7: You're on the subway. A woman boards and pulls out a paperback, a book you've recently read and haven't yet forgotten entirely. The seat next to her is vacant. Funny, it's about to end, and you don't even know it.

Oh wait, there's her boyfriend.

Found something interesting

2007-07-25T04:55:10Z

This is a bit old, and some of you may have heard/read it before. I just found it my self and thought I would share. This speech isn't for me, or most of the people I know. I just thought it worth sharing, and whither you agree with it or not, thought provoking never the less.

And it's from Bill Cosby.

On May 17, 2004, the NAACP staged a gala celebration at Constitution Hall in Washington, D.C. to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the U.S. Supreme Court Decision in Brown v. Board of Education. Comedian, actor and philanthropist Bill Cosby was asked to deliver the main address. Cosby unexpectedly used the occasion to deliver a controversial speech that profiled current African American social, economic and cultural deficiencies. His speech ignited a firestorm of protest and debate. It appears below.

Ladies and gentlemen, I really have to ask you to seriously consider what you’ve heard, and now this is the end of the evening so to speak. I heard a prize fight manager say to his fellow who was losing badly, “David, listen to me. It’s not what’s he’s doing to you. It’s what you’re not doing."

Ladies and gentlemen, these people set -- they opened the doors, they gave us the right, and today, ladies and gentlemen, in our cities and public schools we have 50% drop out. In our own neighborhood, we have men in prison. No longer is a person embarrassed because they’re pregnant without a husband. No longer is a boy considered an embarrassment if he tries to run away from being the father of the unmarried child.

Ladies and gentlemen, the lower economic and lower middle economic people are not holding their end in this deal. In the neighborhood that most of us grew up in, parenting is not going on. In the old days, you couldn’t hooky school because every drawn shade was an eye. And before your mother got off the bus and to the house, she knew exactly where you had gone, who had gone into the house, and where you got on whatever you had one and where you got it from. Parents don’t know that today.

I’m talking about these people who cry when their son is standing there in an orange suit. Where were you when he was two? Where were you when he was twelve? Where were you when he was eighteen, and how come you don’t know he had a pistol? And where is his father, and why don’t you know where he is? And why doesn’t the father show up to talk to this boy?

The church is only open on Sunday. And you can’t keep asking Jesus to ask doing things for you. You can’t keep asking that God will find a way. God is tired of you . God was there when they won all those cases. 50 in a row. That’s where God was because these people were doing something. And God said, “I’m going to find a way.” I wasn’t there when God said it -- I’m making this up. But it sounds like what God would do.

We cannot blame white people. White people -- white people don’t live over there. They close up the shop early. The Korean ones still don’t know us as well -- they stay open 24 hours. I’m looking and I see a man named Kenneth Clark, he and his wife Mamie. Kenneth’s still alive. I have to apologize to him for these people because Kenneth said it straight. He said you have to strengthen yourselves, and we’ve got to have that black doll. And everybody said it. Julian Bond said it. Dick Gregory said it. All these lawyers said it. And you wouldn’t know that anybody had done a damned thing.

Fifty percent drop out rate, I’m telling you, and people in jail, and women having children by five, six different men. Under what excuse? I want somebody to love me. And as soon as you have it, you forget to parent. Grandmother, mother, and great grandmother in the same room, raising children, and the child knows nothing about love or respect of any one of the three of them. All this child knows is “gimme, gimme, gimme.” These people want to buy the friendship of a child, and the child couldn’t care less. Those of us sitting out here who have gone on to some college or whatever we’ve done, we still fear our parents. And these people are not parenting. They’re buying things for the kid -- $500 sneakers -- for what? They won’t buy or spend $250 on Hooked on Phonics.

Kenneth Clark, somewhere in his home in upstate New York -- just looking ahead. Thank God he doesn’t know what’s going on. Thank God. But these people -- the ones up here in the balcony fought so hard. Looking at the incarcerated, these are not political criminals. These are people going around stealing Coca Cola. People getting shot in the back of the head over a piece of pound cake! Then we all run out and are outraged: “The cops shouldn’t have shot him.” What the hell was he doing with the pound cake in his hand? I wanted a piece of pound cake just as bad as anybody else. And I looked at it and I had no money. And something called parenting said if you get caught with it you’re going to embarrass your mother." Not, "You’re going to get your butt kicked." No. "You’re going to embarrass your mother." "You’re going to embarrass your family." If you knock that girl up, you’re going to have to run away because it’s going to be too embarrassing for your family. In the old days, a girl getting pregnant had to go down South, and then her mother would go down to get her. But the mother had the baby. I said the mother had the baby. The girl didn’t have a baby. The mother had the baby in two weeks. We are not parenting.

Ladies and gentlemen, listen to these people. They are showing you what’s wrong. People putting their clothes on backwards. Isn’t that a sign of something going on wrong? Are you not paying attention? People with their hat on backwards, pants down around the crack. Isn’t that a sign of something or are you waiting for Jesus to pull his pants up? Isn’t it a sign of something when she’s got her dress all the way up to the crack -- and got all kinds of needles and things going through her body. What part of Africa did this come from? We are not Africans. Those people are not Africans; they don’t know a damned thing about Africa. With names like Shaniqua, Shaligua, Mohammed and all that crap and all of them are in jail. (When we give these kinds names to our children, we give them the strength and inspiration in the meaning of those names. What’s the point of giving them strong names if there is not parenting and values backing it up).

Brown versus the Board of Education is no longer the white person’s problem. We’ve got to take the neighborhood back. We’ve got to go in there. Just forget telling your child to go to the Peace Corps. It’s right around the corner. It’s standing on the corner. It can’t speak English. It doesn’t want to speak English. I can’t even talk the way these people talk. “Why you ain’t where you is go, ra.” I don’t know who these people are. And I blamed the kid until I heard the mother talk. Then I heard the father talk. This is all in the house. You used to talk a certain way on the corner and you got into the house and switched to English. Everybody knows it’s important to speak English except these knuckleheads. You can’t land a plane with, “Why you ain’t…” You can’t be a doctor with that kind of crap coming out of your mouth. There is no Bible that has that kind of language. Where did these people get the idea that they’re moving ahead on this. Well, they know they’re not; they’re just hanging out in the same place, five or six generations sitting in the projects when you’re just supposed to stay there long enough to get a job and move out.

Now, look, I’m telling you. It’s not what they’re doing to us. It’s what we’re not doing. 50 percent drop out. Look, we’re raising our own ingrown immigrants. These people are fighting hard to be ignorant. There’s no English being spoken, and they’re walking and they’re angry. Oh God, they’re angry and they have pistols and they shoot and they do stupid things. And after they kill somebody, they don’t have a plan. Just murder somebody. Boom. Over what? A pizza? And then run to the poor cousin’s house.

They sit there and the cousin says, “What are you doing here?” “I just killed somebody, man.” “What?” “I just killed somebody; I’ve got to stay here.” “No, you don’t.” “Well, give me some money, I’ll go….” “Where are you going?” “North Carolina.”

Everybody wanted to go to North Carolina. But the police know where you’re going because your cousin has a record.

Five or six different children -- same woman, eight, ten different husbands or whatever. Pretty soon you’re going to have to have DNA cards so you can tell who you’re making love to. You don’t who this is. It might be your grandmother. I’m telling you, they’re young enough. Hey, you have a baby when you’re twelve. Your baby turns thirteen and has a baby, how old are you? Huh? Grandmother. By the time you’re twelve, you could have sex with your grandmother, you keep those numbers coming. I’m just predicting.

I’m saying Brown versus the Board of Education. We’ve got to hit the streets, ladies and gentlemen. I’m winding up, now -- no more applause. I’m saying, look at the Black Muslims. There are Black Muslims standing on the street corners and they say so forth and so on, and we’re laughing at them because they have bean pies and all that, but you don’t read, “Black Muslim gunned down while chastising drug dealer.” You don’t read that. They don’t shoot down Black Muslims. You understand me. Muslims tell you to get out of the neighborhood. When you want to clear your neighborhood out, first thing you do is go get the Black Muslims, bean pies and all. And your neighborhood is then clear. The police can’t do it.

I’m telling you Christians, what’s wrong with you? Why can’t you hit the streets? Why can’t you clean it out yourselves? It’s our time now, ladies and gentlemen. It is our time. And I’ve got good news for you. It’s not about money. It’s about you doing something ordinarily that we do -- get in somebody else’s business. It’s time for you to not accept the language that these people are speaking, which will take them nowhere. What the hell good is Brown V. Board of Education if nobody wants it?

What is it with young girls getting after some girl who wants to still remain a virgin. Who are these sick black people and where did they come from and why haven’t they been parented to shut up? To go up to girls and try to get a club where “you are nobody....” This is a sickness, ladies and gentlemen, and we are not paying attention to these children. These are children. They don’t know anything. They don’t have anything. They’re homeless people. All they know how to do is beg. And you give it to them, trying to win their friendship. And what are they good for? And then they stand there in an orange suit and you drop to your knees: “He didn’t do anything. He didn’t do anything.” Yes, he did do it. And you need to have an orange suit on, too.

So, ladies and gentlemen, I want to thank you for the award -- and giving me an opportunity to speak because, I mean, this is the future, and all of these people who lined up and done -- they’ve got to be wondering what the hell happened. Brown V. Board of Education -- these people who marched and were hit in the face with rocks and punched in the face to get an education and we got these knuckleheads walking around who don’t want to learn English. I know that you all know it. I just want to get you as angry that you ought to be. When you walk around the neighborhood and you see this stuff, that stuff’s not funny. These people are not funny anymore. And that‘s not my brother. And that’s not my sister. They’re faking and they’re dragging me way down because the state, the city, and all these people have to pick up the tab on them because they don’t want to accept that they have to study to get an education.

Therefore, you have the pile up of these sweet beautiful things born by nature -- raised by no one. Give them presents. You’re raising pimps. That’s what a pimp is. A pimp will act nasty to you so you have to go out and get them something. And then you bring it back and maybe he or she hugs you. And that’s why pimp is so famous. They’ve got a drink called the “Pimp-something.” You all wonder what that’s about, don’t you? Well, you’re probably going to let Jesus figure it out for you. Well, I’ve got something to tell you about Jesus. When you go to the church, look at the stained glass things of Jesus. Look at them. Is Jesus smiling? Not in one picture. So, tell your friends. Let’s try to do something. Let’s try to make Jesus smile. Let’s start parenting.

Thank you,

thank you.

early morning shanagans

2007-07-01T11:03:51Z

So here I am, a day after finding out caffeine now has a huge effect on me (damn meds) and still up at near 7 in the morn cuz i couldn't go to sleep yesterday till 11 in the morn. sucks, yeah? Well, in need of something to do, I was surfing Facebook to see who I could find that I knew. Who do I come across? Dea (or apparently Dia, according to the profile). She's lost weight...and she's not as pretty as she use to be. First thing that came to my mind. Also found a few old high school friends. Most are bigger (much like me I suppose) a few smaller.

Reminds me of a talk I had with an old neighbor of mine. He said that I sounded a hell of a lot more mature then I did just 6 months ago. Who knows if he's right. A more mature person would have a job now and not be planing to run off to the penn. countryside to throw knives and woo geek girls. Glad I'm not mature then *grin*. One thing I have noticed as I don't have the urge to buy RPG books I know I'll never use just because they look interesting. Not that I'm giving up rping, just becoming more conscious of my spending.

Been working on multiple projects as of late,something I've never been able to do. Would be great if I'm able to continue that. I've also gotten into an anime called "Bleach" (no, not the CN version *gag*) in a big way. I don't think I'll ever grow out of cartoons.

Finally I'm thinking about another tattoo... This time I'm gonna get it semi-professionally drawn and stick it in a mirror for a few months, make sure I want another one.

That's about it for this update.

So Say We All

there is no intermission

2007-06-29T02:33:57Z

And now, my experience watching Transformers a week before the premiere

ahem

come on where are you matt where are you?
...
fifteen minates late!/Sorry, rain sucks
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Laughter
child like wonder
laughter
pointing and clapping
gasping
bowing before the Prime
cheering
more cheering
OMG LINES FROM CARTOON MOVIE YESH!
WOO!
WOO!
WOO!
...
WOO!

OMG MOVIE GOOD MUST SEE AGAIN DROOOOOL!

thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

So Say We All

teh joke!

2007-06-27T00:36:35Z

Subject: Walmart

This is why women should not take men shopping against their will.

DON'T TAKE ME IF I DON'T WANT TO GO...........

After Mr. & Mrs. Fenton retired, Mrs. Fenton insisted her husband
accompany her on her trips to Wal-Mart.

Unfortunately, Mr. Fenton was like most men--he found shopping boring &
preferred to get in & get out.
Equally unfortunately, Mrs. Fenton loved to browse.

One day Mrs. Fenton received the following letter from her local
Wal-Mart.

Dear Mrs. Fenton,

Over the past six months, your husband has been causing quite a
commotion in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and may be
forced to ban both of you from the store. Our complaints against Mr.
Fenton are listed below and are documented by our video surveillance
cameras.

1. June 15: Took 24 boxes of condoms and randomly put them in people's
carts when they weren't looking.

2 . July 2: Set all the alarm clocks in Housewares to go off at 5-minute
intervals.

3. July 7: Made a trail of tomato juice on the floor leading to the
women's restroom.

4. July 19: Walked up to an employee and told her in an official voice,
"Code 3 in Housewar es. Get on it right away."

5. August 4: Went to the Service Desk and tried to put a bag of M&M's on
layaway.

6. September 14: Moved a "CAUTION - WET FLOOR" sign to a carpeted area.

7. Se ptember 15: Set up a tent in the camping department & told other
shoppers he'd invite them in if they would bring pillows and blankets
from the bedding department.

8. September 23: When a clerk asked if they could help him he began
crying and screamed, "Why can't you people just leave me alone?"

9. October 4: Looked right into the security camera & used it as a
mirror while he picked his nose.

10. November 10: While handling guns in the hunting department, he asked
the clerk where the antidepressants were.

11. December 3: Darted around the store suspiciously while loudly
humming the "Mission Impossible" theme.

12. December 6: In the auto department, he practiced his "Madonna look"
by using different sizes of funnels.

13. December 18: Hid in a clothing rack and when people browsed through,
yelled "PICK ME! PICK ME!"
14. December 21: When an announcement came over the loud speaker, he
assumed a fetal position and screamed "OH NO! IT'S THOSE VOICES AGAIN!"

And last, but not least ....

15. December 23: Went into a fitting room, shut the door, waited awhile,
then yelled very loudly, "Hey! There's no toilet paper in here!"

Regards,
Wal-Mart

In other news, I put my new tent up just in time, just before the rain. It's sealed up tight!

So Saw We All

Me being me

2007-06-23T06:09:09Z

Today was my laundry day. I was in grungy clothing after only a quick bath, hair needing a cut, all sweaty from the lack of air conditioning at the laundromat. I decide to head over to my roommate's sister house with him to bother and raz her (as I do). And who's there? One of her cute friends. I precede to be myself (a big, scooshy goof).

As my friend, Kellie, would say: If you didn't do that, would you be you?

oie.

So Say We All

6 years to go

2007-06-20T18:36:44Z

Put an 'x' in all that apply to you then add them all up at the end.

[x] You know how to make a pot of coffee
[ ] You keep track of dates using a calendar
[ ] You own more than one credit card
[x] You know how to change the oil in a car
[x] You've done your own laundry
[x] You vote in every election
[x] You can cook for yourself
[ ] You think politics are exciting

TOTAL: 5

[ ] You show up for school/college/work every day early
[X] You always carry a pen in your bag/purse
[ ] You've never gotten a detention
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday at least once
[ ] You like to take walks by yourself
[ ] You've watched talk shows
[x] You know what 'credibility' means without looking it up
[x] You drink coffee/tea at least once a week

TOTAL: 3

[x] You know how to do the dishes
[x] You can count to 10 in another language
[ ] When you say you're going to do something you do it
[ ] Your parents trust you
[x] You can mow the lawn
[x] You can make adults laugh without being stupid
[ ] You remember to water the plants
[ ] You study when you have to
[ ] You pay attention at school/college/work
[x] You remember to feed your pets

Total: 5

[ ] You can spell 'experience' without looking it up
[ ] You work out on a regular basis
[ ] You clean up your own mess
[x] The people at Starbucks (*coughkavahouse*) know you by name
[ ] Your favorite kind of food is take out
[x] You have gained weight since middle/high school
[ ] The first thing you do when you wake up is get caffeine
[x] You can go to the store without getting something you don't need
[x] You understand political jokes the first time they are said
[x] You can type quickly

TOTAL: 5

[x] You have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour
[ ] Your only friends are from your place of employment
[ ] You have been to a tupperware party
[x] You have realized that no one will take you seriously unless you are over the age of 25 and have a job
[ ] You have more bills than you can pay
[x] Mostly all your friends are older than you are
[x] You can say no to staying out all night
[x] You use the internet every day
[x] Your wardrobe hasn't changed in a while
[x] You can read a book and actually finish it

TOTAL: 7

Add up all the X's and title subject with the sum as 30

...and back again

2007-06-18T05:57:23Z

I'm home! Would have posted earlier but we had to check out of the hotel at 2:30 in the morning to catch the bus at 4 to get to my 6:45 plane departure. So yeah, i got home and slept till now. Dammit. Got me a lot of stuff, goodly amount of money (586 in winnings) and some gifts for a few of you *coughcoughCarly&Kellie*. Saw the Blue Man Group (FRIK'N AWESOME!), the Star Trek Experience (Pretty Damn cool, got some pictures, I'll post them when i get them), Circus Solie (indescribable wonderfulness), the water show at the Belesio (got pictures of that too) and a bunch of other stuff...and my medicine works! I was in a massive crowd watching the water show and i didn't freak! I didn't even THINK of freaking. It was so great.

Wyoming is beautiful. And very very high up. Went across the continental divide, had a snowball fight in the middle of June, swam in a natural hot springs (89 degrees was the coolest pool) and slept on the best bed ever.

All in all it was a great trip!

So Say We All

The calm before the storm

2007-06-09T07:37:40Z

Well, haven't been posting much, as you probably noticed. Haven't had much to talk about. I usually use this place to talk about horrible things that have happened or great things. Well, in 4 hours i drive to the airport to fly out to Colorado to start my vacation... so i think that qualifies for a "great thing". Three days in Wyoming, visiting where my mom was born and raised (and enjoying a hotel that has three pools of varying heats) then we fly out to Las Vegas, where I intend to put on a lot of suntan lotion, layout next to the pool, read a lot and watch girls in bikini's like the furry footed hobbit fancier that I am.

And of course go to the Star Trek Experience and lunch at Quark's bar. If anyone wants something, give me a call at 520-234-1302.

Anyhow, the medicine has leveled out. I rarely get "dingy" anymore, and it's usually when I forget to eat (yeah, I still do that). My sex drive has dropped off a good bit, though I'm told that's normal and it'll return soon enough (don't laugh, it really has). My sleep pattern is as fraked as ever, so I think that's just me.

Oh and I'm 24 today.

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captn @ 2007-05-30T00:16:00

2007-05-30T04:25:54Z

Stupid roommates with their stupid alergies against pets. Man... I miss having a dog.

um..
well that's about it *laughs* nothing else is up.

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I think i like this thing

2007-05-24T05:24:34Z

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Reaction much?

2007-05-23T04:17:51Z

Well I had a semi-serious reaction to my medicine, right at the two weeks mark. Right when my doctor said I would start feeling strange stuff. I spent most of the day in a High-like daze, hyper giggly and very very distracted. It finally calmed down around 6 or so. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to start getting up earlier in the morning and having breakfast.

My dreams have become very vivid lately, and very... structured? Last night it was a "Re-visioning" of the show "Sliders" if you remember it. Even in the dream I knew it was a revamp...or ripoff, whatever... of the show. Hyper vivid too, AND I can remember a good portion of it! Very unusual for me.

Anyhow, coming up on my birthday AND my trip out west. Very excited.

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Daria

2007-05-12T22:28:42Z

Remember Daria? Started in '97, ended in 2002? I've been downloading it as of late. Finished the fifth season and am now on the made for TV movie. This show was great. Dynamic characters, funny plots, great writing. It wasn't about the popular kids, or the outsiders trying to be popular. It was about surviving High School.

I find it funny that i can remember my first year of college better then I can the last two years. It's like I've been living under a haze. That or my brain is still processing everything. In limbo till storage can be found among the oodles of trivia and RPG stats. It's also funny as I was drinking my self stupid because I thought I needed too. Silly Coker. Now it's less then a month till my 24 birthday and by god my life is changing again. I really don't think it's the medication, as it takes 2 weeks to kick in. I don't see a path... but I'm not against a brick wall anymore.

Now that all that sappy hope stuff is out of the way, I'm gonna goof off in front of the tv and finish my pizza.

So Say We All

Life update

2007-05-09T06:19:34Z

Today was a huge day. I went into my doctors for a full check up... blood work, height-weight, turn head and cough, the works. She sat me down, listened to me and what's been going on and. Well, she looked me in the eye and said "Chris. You are depressed. Clinically depressed. I can help you... if you want me too." So... I'm medication now. It's not bad. very very light dose, only 10ml. it's..not a big deal. But I've excepted I have a problem.. and now I'm ready to kick it's ass. Take that brain chemistry!

Reactions where...well basically every one I told said "KerDUH"...even my parents.

As for the other thing? I'm ~NOT~ being kicked out of school. When I met with my adviser today and told him that I thought I WAS getting kicked out, he laughed. I was no where close, he says. Already registered for summer classes.

I way overreacted. I think that was the moment I truly knew. Not at the doctors office, but afterwards, when I realized how silly I was being.

Thank you All for putting up for my silliness.

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