| I did something pretty fucking crazy today. |
[20 Jun 2009|01:15pm] |
The sun was at it's apex when while I was sitting at the light of an intersection. A cross road between leaving the parking lot of the local Lowe's hardware emporium and heading to the quiet palace I call home when it happened. As I was staring up at the cloudless blue sky I hear a noise, the sound of metal crunching against metal. Surprised at the sudden noise I turn to look around me. No my car wasn't hit nor was anyone else in the lane. But something caught my eye. A soft top convertible apparently just collided with a fire hydrant on the other side of the street. Now normally I'd just wont care and continue on my way but this interested me. A man in the car started to beat on it's female passenger. Then later he opens the door, not even caring about potentially destroying his car, he proceeds to pull this woman out before quickly giving up trying to get her out of his car via the drivers door. He goes around and attempts to do it by the passenger's door. All the drivers begin to look at this apparent scene, watching the drama unfold as the man begins to yell, curse and threaten this woman.
Finally the light turns green and the world continues it's spin. Leaving it behind in a trail of dust that lingers in the wind. But for some reasons unknown I did something. I didn't know what I was doing or what I was about to do but I did a very illegal u-turn and parked my car in a very illegal spot on the side of the road, right in front of the man's car. I got out and called to the rabid man, "Stop being such a fucking noob and chill the fuck out!"
He looked at me, flipped me the bird then laughed and continued his assault on the woman.
Then like a force of nature I literally ran at him and unleashed a Haruhi Kick to the man's rib cage. His body went flying and crashed against a nearby palm tree on the sidewalk. The man, now confused and suddenly scared, pushed his back up against the tree as I come walking slowly towards him, scrambling through his mind on what the fuck just happened and what might happen next. I look down at him, my body shaking with adrenaline with eyes burning with wrath like an angry god and I only knew one thing. I hated the man. I hated him for who he is without knowing anything about him other then the past 2 minutes of just watching. As my fists clench I realized at the moment that I shouldn't. It wasn't my business to get in between their dispute to begin with. So I take a deep breath, unclench my fists and spit on him then tell him to "Grow up and get a life". For some reason I smiled then turned around and headed back to my car.
It wasn't until I was about to leave that there was already a cop on his motorcycle who stopped in the middle of the street. His mouth agape as he stared me down as I was getting back in my car. While leaving it was as if I suddenly stopped the world, all traffic stopped in either direction at the intersection. Everyone looking surprised at what I just did. Suffice to say I took the long way home.
But yeah, that was pretty fucking crazy. I need to rest and meditate on what I have learned.
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| Look at me now. |
[25 Feb 2009|09:51pm] |
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When I get home late from work I usually stop walking to the door and stare up at the sky and look deeply into the star studded world up there.
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| Hahaha |
[14 Jan 2009|01:54am] |
"You know, not having weapons of mass destruction was a significant disappointment."
- Bush
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| Whoa |
[08 Nov 2008|12:32pm] |
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My Dragon is here. :3~~
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| Phat32 |
[06 Nov 2008|06:43pm] |
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"I'm disappointed in the Californians who voted for this," said F. Damion Barela, 43, a Studio City resident who married his husband nearly five months ago. "I understand the African-American and Latino communities voted heavily in favor of Proposition 8. To them I say, shame on you because you should know what this feels like."
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| Hold the S. |
[04 Nov 2008|09:32pm] |
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Remember remember the fourth of November.
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[29 Sep 2008|03:00pm] |
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God damn it. I need someone to bounce ideas with. Everyone so far has been to god damn shallow to understand anything.
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| Combine |
[29 Sep 2008|03:13am] |
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Nothing to see here, now move along.
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| A pile of dirt... |
[21 Sep 2008|11:38pm] |
Yeah. I know. It's so very cliche when I want to destroy some beautiful.
Fuck it.
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[07 Sep 2008|10:20pm] |
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Time ta keel dem stumpies ladz. Teach'em dat da Orkz are best. 'ey you gobbe betta be fixin' up for da Waaagh!
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| Best of cruel intentions... |
[19 Jun 2008|01:02am] |
It is late eve. And I am not as tired as I should be. If you are reading this it might be best to lock yourself in a room and pull darken sheets over your windows to get the needed feeling that I am trying to convey here. As again, my mind tonight isn't in the best of shards. Hell, I might just cross post this over this clusterfuck of information we call the internet just to make sure that the people who look into their little boxes of... well, you see the point. I stopped writing for a bit, as things begin to slow down. As it stands here in the now I still have a small stack of words that I am proud of. As with the news that I bring. No I'm not bringing baskets of chocolate dinosaur eggs and marsh mellow rainbows, though I wish I was... Alas, I bring words of a new news that has hit the air.. err wire before.
This is not news but naught news. As in, perhaps many has known minus those who don't somehow equal into nothing. Bah, I'll spare the thought for another night. But back to the thought at hand. Err, lobe per say. There are little details that I have been skipping upon, mostly out of sloth, but I am here to announce a few trips. There seems to be a gathering of sorts to the eastern coast of the Northern Americas that I will be attending somehow. Mostly being dragged along by an old friend and her, as you call them... net friends? and by another friend whom I've know for a while now. It is said that this gathering of like minded peoples is an experience, an experience that loses it's EXP when you level up and go to the next one. Nay it shan't be my last, but it will be my first. Which is to say, a bigger pool of experience to grow by. Although this wont be my first time to a venue of this... caliber? If you know me you will know what I speak of. As in the past I've managed to have felt the random wanderlust into these conventions (though not necessarily these kinds). Califur being the first, and perhaps mostly because it was there and there was nothing to do. Then earlier this year, Further Confusion, which was more of a call of people I meet up from the con a year before that at the Califur. Then again at another Califur, this time because at this new location and new friends it was good times as they say. Now the convention I'm talking about at this very moment takes place in the next week or so. Plane tickets have been bought and money squirreled away. This convention is of the same kind as the others that I've mention only larger in size and with less people I know. The people I'm "partied with" as I should say, are the only people I really know at this damnable gathering. For I don't dabble much on the internets other then idle in irc channels or post on forums with like minded people. Mostly out of keeping the thin veil of observer around myself at all times is a part of my nature, though that doesn't explain my need to go to these conventions without a place to stay. Because really now. I have no fucking clue.
The second and third trip I say I say every year. That is Anime Expo and it's older cousin Comic Con, as they are the meat and cheese of the summer events that I attend. The first is foremost with friends from a dying old bbs breed and other friends who are off the wire. The second course is the family event that first started with my sister, nephew and I. Parts of which is out from the theory that we're geeks, but mostly out of the fact that my dear sister lives a block away from the damn convention hall. Though, it's been our trip and our trip almost exclusively, it seems that other relatives in the family want to join in on the comic book guy convention "experience". There even has been friends that have been brought along. Although causing riots as a t-shit ninja is my first priority at the Comic Con because of deepening ties of a mad scientist. But that's for another night of adventure.
Alas my last and maybe not so final... finale. I have acquired a new job it seems. It's debugging and testing once more. But luckily for me it's not with the military anymore. In the next few hours, actually 4 hours from now, as of writing this portion, I should wake up from a restful slumber and drive myself towards to work at THQ. As long as their are no cubicle prison cells to speak of I shall be fine.
Tis all for now, I've tried to make this an interesting read. Though I think I fell short on that. I'll try again on a later night.
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| There's a fire in your heart... |
[01 Jun 2008|11:46am] |
To inquire over recent events and other happenings one must fetch me a golden toe from a man named Milo McDevilpunch before you or anyone in your party is able to continue on with your life. If you manage to get the fabled golden toe and kill ten animated toasters you will get to choose one item out of a lovely collection of ten. "Why only one?" and "Why can't I wear any of them?" you'll ask me in a quizzical fashion. The simple answer to this puzzle is just simply because I'm an asshole.
But I will spare thee from these miscellaneous adventures. Do not question. It is a honer. But these past few weeks I've been living in secrecy. Nay I'm not being watched by sparrowhawk because of my evil nature. Nor am I being spied upon as a criminal.
Recently I've aged. It's funny to see that we age through our lives every second. Though we only acknowledge it once a year. Each time for me it's the same. Same dinner, sushi with a side of rice and chicken as mixed vegatable dance alongside of it. Same drink, an expensive bottle of cold sake. Really, I try to never make a big deal out of that day because it just feels off. It's as though as I'm living in a world of color. But that one day out of the year is in black and white. But besides that.
Speaking of ages, I've been lost in Howard's Conan. It is a deep world, although some people don't believe so. I usually don't do this, but this man has been sniping at the poor game every chance he gets. And it's just annoying. Then again, fuck. It's a blog. Why am I reading this shit? Fuck, why are you reading this shit? Bah, personally I'ven't read through the words of a dead man who died shortly after master crafting a world that only the D'ni could only harbor. It has perked interest within me to actually explore the works of his words, alas the shop did not carry any of his writings, but the writings that were inspired by him.
I've heard that book stores are fun, perhaps a spiritual experience. There are a place where many gather to enjoy such scripted works of art and as well purchase them for their own devious pleasures. I myself have been very fond of the little rectangles. You know the saying, "Don't judge a book by it's cover"? I do judge a book by it's cover. But I judge a book by it's cover if the cover is fucking jawsome. Other texts I've also acquired in my recent raid into the stores include Sparrowhawk's journey throughout Earthsea and the first book of E. E. Knight's mysterious Age of Fire series. I'm dumb and lack math skills so I actually read the third book in the Age of Fire series, which I might say, was perhaps one of the greatest impulse book buys I've ever had.
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| I am so numb... |
[30 May 2008|01:20am] |
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There is something in the air. Can you feel it? Smell it? Taste it? The blood of sweet innocent desire for feudal combat. The nectar of death and decay brighten up my days as I bow to my new found serpentine god. Her scales are more powerful then any others, as they all have tried to imitate her glorious manifestation. In the fields of war I call upon her in the tongue of the old gods. Smiting those who are unbelievers in our cause with thunder and lightning. With sacrifice we shall prevail as our power increases. Hush now, be still and quiet. May you enjoy the last minutes of silence of the dark as the soft moon light shines upon your face... C-can you hear them? The soft thundering drums of war? Tonight the dark lavender sea of stars will be lit aflame with the wrath of Set and his followers. The snake god returns.
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| Nothing's going to change my world... |
[20 May 2008|09:29pm] |
Sometimes I wonder what people fear in life. Is it clowns? Is it spiders or snakes? Is it death? And this small question wonders off like a hero on a journey as I ponder about the question for myself. What do I fear the most. It just seems fitting that today was the day that I felt like answering that question. Though I put full blame on what I had to drink before hand. Here goes anyways.
There are times I wonder about my life. I am the kind of person who believes that life is nothing more then the fucked up off chance of positive and negative polarities in a sea of absolutely nothing. That is all we are. So as humans we try our hardest to believe that there is something more to life then just this randomly complex formula of nothing. Nay, this isn't what I fear. It is the idea that we call time. When I was a little child I never fully understood time. I believed that I was going to be a child all my life. The sands of time dropped slowly from the hour glass, a year alone felt like eons. But as I grew older like any other human that hour glass felt as if it has been speeding up. My concepts of life, time, and death are things that are so foreign to other people that it no one other then me will understand. I'm sorry for this.
To tell the truth my life is much like the worm that eats it's own tail. Time is also nothing more then this... this curse we carry. Though I am a cold hearted person deep down inside. This is something that annoys me to the greatest extent like a tiger trying to catch it's prey that it know it cannot catch. It fills me with love and fear. The two basic building block of the universe. Positive, negative. Light, darkness. Happiness, sorrow. And you thought 23 was the shit. The basis of everything is a mixture of of just these two ingredients.
No it's not. I'm just a mad man rambling on... You know. I'm sorry for this. I'm just fucked up right now and I can't fully word my thoughts. Maybe I have, but no one can understand them. My mind is warped. And I'm lost in it. A labyrinth of my thoughts.
I just think too much. Never mind, there is nothing wrong with me, I think.
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[29 Apr 2008|06:26pm] |
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