You know those moments where you just blank out and don't talk to anyone and don't see anyone and don't do anything, and how it's pretty stupid to do yet you just can't stop yourself from doing it?

Yeah.

I'll be right on Monday.

Truthfully, you were probably the most mellow, laid-back person I'd ever met. I think I can count the times I've seen you pissed off on one hand, man. Easily entertained, easily joke at people, didn't do the I-told-you-so skit when people screwed up and didn't follow your advice. Before that whole fall out with pops, you two were kinda how I ( Read more... )

Right now, I'm about useless. Trying not to be, but today it kinda can't be helped. Tomorrow will look better.

Instead I'll focus on my one abstract joy that I haven't done in a year plus: plotting bossfights.

See, I'm just looking at this, and remembering what this looked like as a kid. The bots that took this guy down were beyond heroic back ( Read more... )

Well, I got to know everyone else's irresponsibilities, this morning. Not that I didn't already know them. Having to play on that level is kind of a pain in the arse. When drama goes off, it goes off with one specific person, and you can't really do something like spectate or even relocate, as it goes off with the intent of a tornado--sucking ( Read more... )

/looks at day.

...

/sticks a fork in it.

Right. Not having access to my comp sucks. Not being able to play sucks. Not being able to sink teeth into Castlevania because you're too busy monitoring the nth scan process sucks. I told Solo I was going to unplug and toss this box out the damned window if I had to go as far as digging through DOS of all things in order to get rid of whatever ( Read more... )

Random silence wasn't so random. Apparently the rain-proof basement I live over is not so goddamned rain-proof. And so far I count a good couple-thousands in collective damages. Sentimental damages even higher.

Seriously, fuck this month.

Fuck moving. Wake me up when they build Jetson-style teleporters.

Dear firefox ( Read more... )

I remember, now. Really, no matter what or how you run in your lifetime or who you become, even in cases of homicide, you just...cannot pick your family. You're brought into their lives, you love them, you hurt them. You help them. You try to be cohesive, you don't try especially when it's just too painful or grating to endure. Or you do try, ( Read more... )