You'd think he'd have this problem all the time, considering how stupid people can be. It's a different kind of stupid though: it's banality, it's shit he doesn't care about always coming out of their mouths, and people expecting the same shit to come out of his. It's a long-term kind of stupid that's never seen all the shitty ways the future can ( Read more... )

Wolf was riding with the moon ( Read more... )

I've never lived anywhere that had a real beach. All my life, I've lived in Chicago and it wasn't even really Chicago, just the suburbs. My dad built our house the year before I was born and Casa Carpenter hadn't changed much since then except to add on extra bedrooms as my family grew exponentially. We didn't take a lot of family trips either; ( Read more... )

January 29, 2011:
After Fight Club, Starbuck finds Snafu to return his boots and they stave off their sad bastard ennui a little longer.

[ HERE | FTB | PG-13]

Zelda was used to the bookshelf providing...dubious forms of entertainment upon occasion and this evening was no exception. She was researching a few concepts she'd learned in Dr. Zimmerman's class (Dissociative Identity Disorder, specifically, because it fascinated her) and had hoped that the bookshelf could provide her something in the way of ( Read more... )

The last time Sirius had done this, his reasoning had been wholly selfish. Admiration for Palahniuk's concept aside, he'd wanted to go mad, had been desperate to curl his fingers into fists and actually use them, had wanted to draw and taste blood and be primal. He'd needed it, then ( Read more... )

Idle hands are the devil's tools; Snafu can feel them itching against the rough catch and drag of new denim on his thighs, trying to scratch it smooth and scratch that--that itch they always have. He's not going to be much use to the devil today, not enough room to pace off the excess energy in the frame of the door. Just the rec room to one side ( Read more... )

The general elections for Island Council were done, and I was happy to post the results to the bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council Elected Positions - Term 10 ( Read more... )

Even with all the parties that I helped coordinate throughout the year, Tabula Rasa Day had become my favorite. I'm not sure who started the tradition, but civic-minded as I'd become, I appreciated the idea of us having our own, self-determined tradition that celebrated not some holiday brought from another culture, but us as a community. Half ( Read more... )

Let me tell you something, being alive is no walk in the park. Not if you want to do it right, at least, and given that I was on my second life, I kind of wanted to not screw it up. Being dead affords a person some serious perspective and I like to think that I carried some of that back with me when I found myself suddenly alive again, but the ( Read more... )