Conversations occasionally find their way to my ears. About what? Anything really, it doesn't make a lot of difference. Someone will be complaining about something or making the same joke for the gajillionth time, or just broadcasting angst to everyone around them. It will strike me as so mind-wrenchingly mundane that I feel the urge to kill myself ( Read more... )

As I've stated before, I am not an emotional person. Still, the air teems with little mischievous spirits that hook their tiny burrs of emotion onto human hearts as they hurtle past, and some are like drops of honey that stick and never wash out, while others are like dandelion fluff, catching for a moment before fluttering away again into the wind ( Read more... )

Several months ago I compiled a list of all the things I wanted, and from then on, whenever I thought of something I wanted, from an electronic gizmo to a new car, I wrote it down. As I examine the list now, I find that it contains next to nothing. There are a handful of books, a yo-yo, a length of string for playing cat's cradle, and a dvd-burner ( Read more... )

Long ago, in a darker period of my life, I used to cling to books and to anime pirated from the net. It was a time before I had friends, and before I learned to interact with other human beings. The trials, the adventures, and the sheer purposefulness of it all lifted my spirits, and I felt as though I would die if I ever reached the last page, or ( Read more... )

I have to admit, I'm a corny individual inside. People don't have to know me long to figure it out. What gave me away? The jokes?

(What do you get when you cross a vampire and a snowball? Frostbite!)

Maybe it's just a dry sense of humor, I dunno. I think things that are just a little off, creative dissonance, are spectacular. A smirk is worth a lot ( Read more... )

Why am I here? Why am I writing? Because it's 6am now and I start working 3rd shift in just one or two days and I need to shift my sleeping routine by 12 hours and JEEZ I'm drunk with sleepiness. This is ironic, because I don't drink. I've always been somewhat reserved, and I hate to lower my inhibitions in any way, and yet here I go and write a ( Read more... )

I'd hate to leave such a long-winded study unfinished. I believe I have reached the second stage of my study of the world through the lens of ADOM. Today's Zen question: What is the Archer when he runs out of arrows?

He's fucked, that's what. Swarming has been the most recent death-trend for me. I thought I had it all figured out with Meridian, the ( Read more... )

Man, livejournal can be a real headache. On the plus side, I think I have a better understanding of css sheets and override codes and all that. Someday, the fate of the world will rest on my ability to set background transparency. Still, it's looking okay so far, right? If I can work with the background image a bit, it'll be just fine. But let's ( Read more... )

Lately, I've heard doubts as to the extent of my nerdliness, the depth of my geekiness, and the degree to which the word 'suave' doesn't apply to me. I feel the need to set the record straight with this simple 7-point guide. Let's begin!

• Computers - I've had a computer ever since I was a wee little freckled boy back in Oregon. An old Texas ( Read more... )

Update: The previous post didn't actually happen. However, it would've been the best story, ever.