| A Little Bit of Insight |
[May. 24th, 2008|02:03 am] |
I am not a superstitious man.
I do believe in the possibility of things such as faeries and/or ghosts and the like.
Edit: Or God, for that matter.
I do not believe that throwing salt over my shoulder will ward off bad luck.
That being said, I'm always prompted to wonder when a streetlight goes out right as I'm passing under it. |
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| Maybe I'll Make A Real Update Sometime... |
[Nov. 25th, 2006|08:44 pm] |
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You are The Devil
Materiality. Material Force. Material temptation; sometimes obsession
The Devil is often a great card for business success; hard work and ambition.
Perhaps the most misunderstood of all the major arcana, the Devil is not really "Satan" at all, but Pan the half-goat nature god and/or Dionysius. These are gods of pleasure and abandon, of wild behavior and unbridled desires. This is a card about ambitions; it is also synonymous with temptation and addiction. On the flip side, however, the card can be a warning to someone who is too restrained, someone who never allows themselves to get passionate or messy or wild - or ambitious. This, too, is a form of enslavement. As a person, the Devil can stand for a man of money or erotic power, aggressive, controlling, or just persuasive. This is not to say a bad man, but certainly a powerful man who is hard to resist. The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.
What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out. |
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| I'm Doing This 'Cause I'm Cool |
[Jul. 3rd, 2006|12:29 am] |
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| I Like This Story... |
[May. 29th, 2006|07:21 pm] |
Took me forever to find, but eh. I wanted to post it.
One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.
Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."
The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing.
The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought? The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed.
"You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."
"Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared. "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"
The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.
The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges. The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side. |
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| I thought this was cool... |
[Apr. 4th, 2006|10:14 pm] |
"The following is the first communique from a group calling itself Unitarian Jihad. It was sent to me at The Chronicle via an anonymous spam remailer. I have no idea whether other news organizations have received this communique, and, if so, why they have not chosen to print it. Perhaps they fear starting a panic. I feel strongly that the truth, no matter how alarming, trivial or disgusting, must always be told. I am pleased to report that the words below are at least not disgusting:
Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States. We are Unitarian Jihad. There is only God, unless there is more than one God. The vote of our God subcommittee is 10-8 in favor of one God, with two abstentions. Brother Flaming Sword of Moderation noted the possibility of there being no God at all, and his objection was noted with love by the secretary.
Greetings to the Imprisoned Citizens of the United States! Too long has your attention been waylaid by the bright baubles of extremist thought. Too long have fundamentalist yahoos of all religions (except Buddhism -- 14-5 vote, no abstentions, fundamentalism subcommittee) made your head hurt. Too long have you been buffeted by angry people who think that God talks to them. You have a right to your moderation! You have the power to be calm! We will use the IED of truth to explode the SUV of dogmatic expression!
People of the United States, why is everyone yelling at you??? Whatever happened to ... you know, everything? Why is the news dominated by nutballs saying that the Ten Commandments have to be tattooed inside the eyelids of every American, or that Allah has told them to kill Americans in order to rid the world of Satan, or that Yahweh has instructed them to go live wherever they feel like, or that Shiva thinks bombing mosques is a great idea? Sister Immaculate Dagger of Peace notes for the record that we mean no disrespect to Jews, Muslims, Christians or Hindus. Referred back to the committee of the whole for further discussion.
We are Unitarian Jihad. We are everywhere. We have not been born again, nor have we sworn a blood oath. We do not think that God cares what we read, what we eat or whom we sleep with. Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity notes for the record that he does not have a moral code but is nevertheless a good person, and Unexalted Leader Garrote of Forgiveness stipulates that Brother Neutron Bomb of Serenity is a good person, and this is to be reflected in the minutes.
Beware! Unless you people shut up and begin acting like grown-ups with brains enough to understand the difference between political belief and personal faith, the Unitarian Jihad will begin a series of terrorist-like actions. We will take over television studios, kidnap so-called commentators and broadcast calm, well-reasoned discussions of the issues of the day. We will not try for "balance" by hiring fruitcakes; we will try for balance by hiring non-ideologues who have carefully thought through the issues.
We are Unitarian Jihad. We will appear in public places and require people to shake hands with each other. (Sister Hand Grenade of Love suggested that we institute a terror regime of mandatory hugging, but her motion was not formally introduced because of lack of a quorum.) We will require all lobbyists, spokesmen and campaign managers to dress like trout in public. Televangelists will be forced to take jobs as Xerox repair specialists. Demagogues of all stripes will be required to read Proust out loud in prisons.
We are Unitarian Jihad, and our motto is: "Sincerity is not enough." We have heard from enough sincere people to last a lifetime already. Just because you believe it's true doesn't make it true. Just because your motives are pure doesn't mean you are not doing harm. Get a dog, or comfort someone in a nursing home, or just feed the birds in the park. Play basketball. Lighten up. The world is not out to get you, except in the sense that the world is out to get everyone.
Brother Gatling Gun of Patience notes that he's pretty sure the world is out to get him because everyone laughs when he says he is a Unitarian. There were murmurs of assent around the room, and someone suggested that we buy some Congress members and really stick it to the Baptists. But this was deemed against Revolutionary Principles, and Brother Gatling Gun of Patience was remanded to the Sunday Flowers and Banners committee.
People of the United States! We are Unitarian Jihad! We can strike without warning. Pockets of reasonableness and harmony will appear as if from nowhere! Nice people will run the government again! There will be coffee and cookies in the Gandhi Room after the revolution."
Startling new underground group spreads lack of panic! Citizens declare themselves "relatively unafraid" of threats of undeclared rationality. People can still go to France, terrorist leader says. |
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| But Everyone's Dooooing It |
[Feb. 16th, 2006|04:07 pm] |
In my quest to be cool, I've decided (in lieu of an actual update on life, which should actually be forthcoming... relatively soon) to put up a couple... Things. Yes, that's right, things. With the people I know, I'm hoping to get some solid, interesting results. Mmmm... BRING IT ON, PEOPLE!
Thing #1 and Thing #2
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| Oh, If Only |
[Nov. 28th, 2005|10:03 pm] |
Hope y'all had a good Turkey Day. I didn't really, but that was my call (not really a big fan of holiday get-togethers, sue me), but I do have Paul feeding me leftovers until he runs out. I love you man. The upcoming holiday season is either looking better or worse, not sure which. I refer to, of course, the STC work that looms on the horizon. sw00t. Anyways, hope you all got your fill of bird, and the bread that was jammed up its ass this past Thursday.
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| . . . |
[Nov. 5th, 2005|12:00 am] |
My mom sold the house.
We have to be out by December 15.
I'm not sure I could care less.
My future is looking kind of strained and fuzzy right now.
I'm starting to care more about that.
My present is leaving me a bit confused and annoyed.
I'm trying not to care too much about it.
My mom's still a terrible bitch.
I know I don't care about her anymore.
It's one of those nights where I'm tired and I don't really want to go to sleep, because I feel like I should be making some important life decisions right now. But I'm not.
I really like my LJ icon right now. |
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| Filler, Filler, Lalalalala |
[Oct. 15th, 2005|11:33 am] |
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blutdieb took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! "Wants interesting and exciting things to happen. A..."
Click here to read the rest of the results.
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| I Quack When I'm Mad |
[Sep. 4th, 2005|02:37 pm] |
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| Until I Actually Update... |
[Sep. 1st, 2005|11:58 pm] |
Stolen, once more, from someone else:
Post this under anonymous:
1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note, but it does not have to be for me.
5. Some lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are. |
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| Yeah... I'm Kinda Bored... |
[Aug. 12th, 2005|07:16 pm] |
Stolen from the Angel's LJ:
10 Things you've done in the past week...
10. Drove to Massachusetts
9. Read Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
8. Read Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince two days later
7. Failed to get a decent night sleep
6. Arranged friends/coworkers/subordinates to manage whlie I was gone
5. Actually watched the news o_o
4. Played with some cute puppies my stepmom rescued n_n;
3. Loathed
2. Discovered a new band I like
1. Drank too much Mt Dew x_o
9 of your favorite foods....
9. Steak
8. Apples
7. Cookies
6. Udon & Soba
5. Chicken Wings
4. French Toast
3. White Rice
2. Pizza
1. Anything that can be microwaved @_@
8 of your favorite things..
8. Books
7. Writing
6. My Teddy Bear
5. Sleep
4. Food
3. Loud/fun music
2. Languages
1. Falling asleep with someone in my arms
7 things you do each day..
7. (Reluctantly) wake up / Get to bed too late
6. Ruin my eardrums some more
5. Check my list of websites/email/webcomics
4. Stare blankly off into space for random amounts of time
3. Forget to eat a meal
2. Download something
1. Make myself 'pretty'
6 of your favorite songs..
6. "Mescaline" - 1200 mic's
5. "Lateralus" - Tool
4. "Herzblut" - Megaherz
3. "Engel" - Rammstein
2. "Skinnyman" - Static-X
1. "Running High" - Mr. Children
5 of your favorite stores..
5. Barnes & Noble
4. Best Buy
3. Made In Japan
2. Hot Topic
1. Centerfield
4 of your favorite shows..
4. Mythbusters
3. CSI: Crime Scene Investigators
2. Whose Line Is It Anyway
1. Jackass
3 vacations you've gone on..
3. Japan (Himeji, Kobe, Kyoto)
2. Orlando (Disney, Universal)
1. Baltimore (Otakon!)
2 of your favorite people..
2. Couldn't
1. Say |
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| An Eternal Question? |
[Aug. 5th, 2005|12:00 am] |
For countless centuries, war has been waged over the breakfast table. Which is better? Orange juice or milk? Butter or cream cheese? Can your sister really deep-throat that banana? And just what makes a good waffle?! Well, in order to answer the latter we had Melissa Angel, world-renowned Wafflarian, in the studio recently for an interview:
Jeremy: So, I hear you had waffles for breakfast today. How were they?
Melissa: They were semi-good.
J: Semi-good? *insert arched brow*
Mel: Yes, semi.
J: I can't say I've ever heard of a 'semi-good' waffle... How would you describe your waffle rating system?
Mel: Well there is a "poor" waffle. Soggy bread, the syrup is the wrong brand, your hands get too sticky.
Mel: There is the "semi" waffle, Where everything is just so-so, not too soggy but not too crisp. It is a "fair" waffle.
Mel: Then there is the "excellent" waffle. Toasted to perfection, the syrup isn't too runny, and the butter is melted just right.
J: Mmhmm, mhmm. And what are your preferred brands of waffles/syrup/other waffle-type stuff?
Mel: Well, the brand doesn't necassarily matter actually. Just so long as the waffle is good. Even store brands are okay once in a while. Cheaper too, and yes, still good.
J: Syrup? Syrup is important.
Mel: Oh yes, it is. It just can't taste like sour honey.
J: Eww. Any flavors, or are you a standard maple/maple-wanna be girl? (My friend Judson would drink the peach syrup from IHOP if he could)
Mel: Peach syrup?
Now that is just wrong. Peach syrup... Syrup is not ment to be peach flavoured. Do you see any syrup coming out of peach trees? I think not. They come out of maple trees. The sap that is. That is made into syrup.
Mel: And as for this maple-wannabe. Do you think anyone would want to be maple? I sure wouldn't.
J: Fair point, fair point... Now, you've already mentioned butter. Are any other toppings besides that, and syrup of course, allowed on waffles?
Mel: No! Heavens no! Fruit is not ment for the top of a waffle. Neither are cucumbers.
J: I can't say I've ever seen cucumbers and waffles together. In fact, I've never even thought those two in the same think. Where have you seen this atrocity?
Mel: Seinfeld. [They had] pizza and cucumbers. I just substituted pizza for waffles.
J: Ick. No wonder. Moving on, though... What about the 'relatives' to waffles? Say, pancakes, or french toast?
Mel: Oh, pancakes and french toast can go with anything for all I care. They'd taste good however they were cooked. Well... Maybe not. But yea.
J: Well, that's not really your field. We forgive you. *smile* So finally, I suppose... What is your preference out of these breakfast brothers?
Mel: Oh, I'd really rather have cereal.
And there you have it, folks. Everything you'll ever need to judge the quality of your breakfast buddy: the waffle. As a side note, Miss Angel (and is she ever) went on to say that the place of consumption generally did not matter, so feel free to critique your chef's waffle-making skills wherever you go!
(We hold no responsibility for any choices you may/may not make when choosing your breakfast, and acknowledge that everyone has their own preferences. Thank you.) |
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| Because People Follow... |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|12:13 pm] |
List your current eight favorite songs, then pick eight other people that have to do the same.
1. Tool - Lateralus
2. Megaherz - Herzblut
3. Iron Maiden - Fear of the Dark
4. Rammstein - Engel
5. Cosmicity - I Want You
6. Silvertear - So Deep
7. Nothingface - Ether
8. 1200 Mics - Mescaline
Something like that, anyways (and in no particular order)... And since I don't really know how to 'tag' people, I'm just gonna tell everyone to do it, and hope that eight do (some people take stuff from my LJ for some reason...)
All your song are belong to me! |
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| I Find This Offensive! |
[Jun. 11th, 2005|11:03 am] |
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| | 1200 Mics - Mescaline | ] |
Last night was... Interesting, to say the least. That is, it was interesting until I unlatched the soiled towel from my shoulders and stopped pretending I was Superbum at the Field Days. No, I jest - I wouldn't deign to cause the masses attending the fair to delve into self-loathing based on my presence alone. I knew that they'd wind up at the beer tent eventually, and find the truth in their third or fourth dixie cup of fermented hops by about eight-thirty anyways. Actually, let me rewind a little bit to set the mood for the evening:
Earlier in the day, Judson and I began a 3000-point game of Warhammer against Matthew. Matthew( that wonderful man ) decided to kill some of my Skinks, which made me sad. I don't really remember much esle about that. Moving on, my car's cancer finally managed to prove itself malignant, and thus worthy of being cursed at for quite nearly half an hour. Quite a feat for me, I assure you, whose vocabulary of insults and swearwords is rather quite limited. Anyfuckingway, this changed my plans a bit, as I now needed to find a way to get John to and from work tonight. Hooray for Judson the taxi! (hint, hint -> he works for Faygo!) The show went well, I guess, but who really cares?
Anyways, we finally get to my place, and my brother has basically scared off any decent people from whom I may or may not have had a chance receiving fellatio. Regardless, you understand the principle. This ragtag crew, at first, consisted of approximately three males - assumedly one who was at least twenty-one - and seven or so females. And over forty bottles of alcoholic whatever. Okay, whatever, Judson and I were hungry, so the three of us decided to traipse around the Field Days for some overpriced food. Why Judson felt it necessary to spend five dollars on some fried dough topped with tree jizz, I don't know. I hope he enjoyed it though. I ate some stuff, spent about five dollars total. Not bad. It's about as close to being fat as I can get, so whatever. At any rate, the clock wound down, and we headed back to my house (because that's where the car was - silly us!), and lo! there were more people there. Egads. We, the three, plus a friend we picked up at the Field Days, went to Denny's for coffee a bit of coffee coffee.
John was superduper and got us some crayons and coloring thingies. I fucking stomped every four year-old that had ever submitted a picture to that place, then wiped their underdeveloped bodies off the floor with their mommas labia. And I did it with only three crayons. Bitches. That was all that really mattered about that part of the night. We went back to my house, again.
( This was where the fun really began. )
I figured it would be kind of awkward (among other things) in the morning if I were to stay overnight, even if it was my house and my room, so I crept out as quietly as I could, and found my crew downstairs just hanging around talking. I left with John and Jud after talking for awhile, and crashed on another friend's couch. Now I just need to find a way to get to work tonight. Yay -_-;
Peacenuts. |
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| Hey Nani Nani and a Ho-Ho-Ho |
[Jun. 8th, 2005|10:27 pm] |
"Well, not so much enchanted as lubricated, I hope."
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[Jun. 6th, 2005|01:14 am] |
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| | Eddie Money - Take Me Home Tonight | ] |
So... I couldn't sleep last night. In fact, I can't sleep most nights unless I'm really bushed. I just sort of lie there on my floor (yeah, I sleep on my floor, while this hugeass bed remains unused not two feet from me) and stare up at the ceiling, or the wall, depending on how I'm positioned at that point. Anyways, last night was one of those nights where I really couldn't sleep, and I wanted to do something not only to tire myself out, but be someone constructive. So I wrote another story. I still haven't figured out whether I like writing the Under the Influence series, or not. It's good to get something written, yes... But for the most part it's an outlet for negativity. I dunno. I'm not sure if I'll ever figure out if it's good or bad - I'll just keep writing them.
Anyways, since I know people don't check my profile for updates/visit my website like, ever (with the exception of a select few), I'm going to post the story behind a cut here. Read it or not, you'll get an idea of what was keeping me up this time, or you won't. There's so much I could say about this series, but if you don't read them normally, you probably don't care enough anyways, so you'll just have to read the rest, or deal with it. *smile*
( Under the Influence: AlegrÃa [Cirque du Soleil] )
And that... Seemed like a pretty crappy way to come out of LJ hiding... But whatever. Fun stuff in the future!
Love y'all. Peace and pancakes. |
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| Prove This Wrong! |
[May. 29th, 2005|06:51 pm] |
Ah, I love stealing these from other peoples' LJs... Not that I believe them most of the time, but sometimes the randomness comes out in things I've heard before. However! I love it when people prove them wrong, so have at it folks:
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| Call It Aftermath... |
[Apr. 28th, 2005|12:41 am] |
Well, at least I tried. |
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| Passover and Me |
[Apr. 23rd, 2005|10:38 pm] |
So, today's Passover. Something I hadn't realized until just last night... Not that it really meant much at the time. You'd think that with the religious background and exposure that I've got, I'd at least know something about it - but I really don't. I was talking to Linka today (this cute Jewish girl I met at the AIDS walk... prolly more on her later?) and she decided to help me out with the story of Passover. It went something like this:
"Jews in Egypt were like "Damn it, the Pharoah is killing the male kids," so then God was like "Yo Moses you should free the Jews." So Moses goes and says to Pharoah, "Let my people go, bitch," and then Pharoah is like, "Nah, I like being evil."
So then god does some plagues on the Egyptians, and there were 10, and finally the last one was that all the first born children died. But the Israelis painted their doors with lamb's blood so the Angel of Death was like, "Oh, I guess they're cool," so their sons didn't die. So then the Pharoah got all sad and said "Leave now!" So the Jews got all their gold, money, jewelry, and possessions
and then they were like, "Shit, we forgot to bake our bread," so they took some flour, water, and salt and put it on their backs and made matzah. And then they got lost in the desert for 40 years. Oh yeah and they made the Red Sea part.
And that's the short story of passover
So in celebration of this holiday we don't eat bread for 7 days, or anything leavened, and we have sedars."
So there you have it, folks. That's the story of Passover, or at least what little I could glean from the conniving mind of a beautiful Jew. I was also referred to a spectacular website, in which a pop icon attempts to help little children understand the complexities related to this wonderful holiday: Seda Club.
I hope this has been helpful to you all. In the future I hope to post comprehensive guides to 'Jesus is Dead Day' and 'Dress-Up and Get Candy Night'
Peace peoples. |
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