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I had an interesting weekend. Here is a list of things it involved:
RPGs
San Diego
Alcohol
Food
Urban Outfitters
Mountain Dew
Work
Play
Egg Condoms
Awkward situations
Fun
Drunk people
Spice Girls
Danny Carrey
Or at least, thats about as much as I can recall at this particular time (and since I will most likely give it very little thought after this initial effort, it will most likely remain unchanged).
Lemme describe to you what Tool does to me; *dies*. There.
Brendon Boyds voice is pretty sexy, though. Listening to him in songs like "Just A Phase" is like groping your own testicles with silk-covered gloves. By the way, now that I have given you a really nice visual of what I do in my spare time, does anyone own the Godfather? I just realized I haven't watched that movie yet. I hear its pretty good, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
UPDATE: I am a prophet according to some un-reliable sources. Of course, I'm a prophet, so I knew that already.
BAH, my ear is all stuffed up and I can't hear out of it. I feel like I am experiencing the world with my head wrapped in a condom, spermicide and all. It's making it very hard to enjoy anything of the audio fashion. Woe is me, for I live in a gray shell of mediocrity and melancholy. Oh man, I sounded like a vampire just then.
Thats another thing...
Why are vampires either wearing old-fashioned tuxedos, with WOPish hair, or skinny ass people that hang out in clubs and dance and drink blood and listen to shitty trance? I propose that there be made a movie/play/children's book that crushes this myth/stereotype with the sledge hammer of truth. In fact, I'm going to get on that right now. I will soon contribute to the world a literary master piece to rival the works of other people that write a lot. Because I know how you people like a good teaser, here is an excerpt from the story;
"...and then..."
Man, you can already tell how good it's going to be. I can only promise to you that there will be absolutely no lame-o Gothic people in it (unless they are being trapped under a boulder), but there will be plenty of ghost busting and Nazi-stomping. In fact, it's basically just going to incorporate all the good parts of every good action/comedy movie from the past 25 or so years, with none of the boring "story" stuff that often gets in the way of the enjoyment of said movies. I think I'm actually getting excited over this, so maybe I'll actually do it.
AN IDEA!!
For the first time in my life I'm going to actually give a shit what people think/say/feel! If you have a particular element you would like to appear in my graphic novel (or comic, as you people call it), let me know, and I will try to oblige. Man, all of a sudden I feel as if I have given a gift to the world that can be enjoyed by all.
I'm trying to think of something that has pissed me off recently, but I must say that life is goin' pretty well right about now. I know it's hard to believe, but I am semi-content with my life at this moment ('cept I need more money...), and the only things in my life that are going poorly are oddly enough too important to joke around with (Yes, even I won't make fun of some things). That leaves only one course of action; Suicide. I know, I know, it seems a bit drastic, but come on; what else is there to do? Look at it this way, I'll have something to complain about! Example:
...and it hurt like a mother fucker. I didn't realize how much goddamn work it was to kill myself. I almost gave up half-way through out of pure apathy for what I was doing. Oddly enough, this was the one activity in my life that I could actually muster up some will to do. In the movies they make you think suicide is this really normal, painless thing that solves all of your problems, but I'm here to tell you that it isn't as easy as it looks. First of all, you have to give it some considerable forethought. You gotta ask yourself "How do I wanna die?". At first I was considering getting hit by a car, but there were a couple of problems with that. One was the thought of "what would happen if I survived?". If I didn't die initially, I would be broken in several parts, most likely in a permanent fashion, and would then have a subsequently harder time ending my own life afterwards. Another was "what if I jumped in front of a really nice car?". I would feel pretty damn bad if I caused any structural damage to a Porche 911 Turbo or Dodge Viper SRT-10 or something like that. Also I...
Thats pretty much how it would go, but with increased length and perhaps a fat-free alternative.
Peace.
RPGs
San Diego
Alcohol
Food
Urban Outfitters
Mountain Dew
Work
Play
Egg Condoms
Awkward situations
Fun
Drunk people
Spice Girls
Danny Carrey
Or at least, thats about as much as I can recall at this particular time (and since I will most likely give it very little thought after this initial effort, it will most likely remain unchanged).
Lemme describe to you what Tool does to me; *dies*. There.
Brendon Boyds voice is pretty sexy, though. Listening to him in songs like "Just A Phase" is like groping your own testicles with silk-covered gloves. By the way, now that I have given you a really nice visual of what I do in my spare time, does anyone own the Godfather? I just realized I haven't watched that movie yet. I hear its pretty good, so I figured I'd give it a shot.
UPDATE: I am a prophet according to some un-reliable sources. Of course, I'm a prophet, so I knew that already.
BAH, my ear is all stuffed up and I can't hear out of it. I feel like I am experiencing the world with my head wrapped in a condom, spermicide and all. It's making it very hard to enjoy anything of the audio fashion. Woe is me, for I live in a gray shell of mediocrity and melancholy. Oh man, I sounded like a vampire just then.
Thats another thing...
Why are vampires either wearing old-fashioned tuxedos, with WOPish hair, or skinny ass people that hang out in clubs and dance and drink blood and listen to shitty trance? I propose that there be made a movie/play/children's book that crushes this myth/stereotype with the sledge hammer of truth. In fact, I'm going to get on that right now. I will soon contribute to the world a literary master piece to rival the works of other people that write a lot. Because I know how you people like a good teaser, here is an excerpt from the story;
"...and then..."
Man, you can already tell how good it's going to be. I can only promise to you that there will be absolutely no lame-o Gothic people in it (unless they are being trapped under a boulder), but there will be plenty of ghost busting and Nazi-stomping. In fact, it's basically just going to incorporate all the good parts of every good action/comedy movie from the past 25 or so years, with none of the boring "story" stuff that often gets in the way of the enjoyment of said movies. I think I'm actually getting excited over this, so maybe I'll actually do it.
AN IDEA!!
For the first time in my life I'm going to actually give a shit what people think/say/feel! If you have a particular element you would like to appear in my graphic novel (or comic, as you people call it), let me know, and I will try to oblige. Man, all of a sudden I feel as if I have given a gift to the world that can be enjoyed by all.
I'm trying to think of something that has pissed me off recently, but I must say that life is goin' pretty well right about now. I know it's hard to believe, but I am semi-content with my life at this moment ('cept I need more money...), and the only things in my life that are going poorly are oddly enough too important to joke around with (Yes, even I won't make fun of some things). That leaves only one course of action; Suicide. I know, I know, it seems a bit drastic, but come on; what else is there to do? Look at it this way, I'll have something to complain about! Example:
...and it hurt like a mother fucker. I didn't realize how much goddamn work it was to kill myself. I almost gave up half-way through out of pure apathy for what I was doing. Oddly enough, this was the one activity in my life that I could actually muster up some will to do. In the movies they make you think suicide is this really normal, painless thing that solves all of your problems, but I'm here to tell you that it isn't as easy as it looks. First of all, you have to give it some considerable forethought. You gotta ask yourself "How do I wanna die?". At first I was considering getting hit by a car, but there were a couple of problems with that. One was the thought of "what would happen if I survived?". If I didn't die initially, I would be broken in several parts, most likely in a permanent fashion, and would then have a subsequently harder time ending my own life afterwards. Another was "what if I jumped in front of a really nice car?". I would feel pretty damn bad if I caused any structural damage to a Porche 911 Turbo or Dodge Viper SRT-10 or something like that. Also I...
Thats pretty much how it would go, but with increased length and perhaps a fat-free alternative.
Peace.