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Posted 15 years agoThe man should win a prize for stripping things down to their bare essentials.
I would pat him on the back, but I am disgusted by furries.
I would pat him on the back, but I am disgusted by furries.
Penis meme (What's with me and the memes lately?)
Posted 15 years ago1) How big is your penis?
Um... How did you get in here?
2) How thick is your penis?
No, really. How? Do I know you?
3) Do you have foreskin?
Why? Are you missing one?
4) Does it Curve or is it straight?
Um... Yeah. I'm calling the cops if you don't leave.
5) If it curves which way?
The door is right over there.
6) Does it grow hair?
Now, I have the phone.
7) Do you shave yours?
I'm dialing 9.
8) Do your balls sag or are they tight?
I'm dialing 1.
9) Have you ever pierced it?
If you don't get outta here, I'm hitting one again and you're in the shit, buddy.
10) If so with what?
With this phone, right here.
11) What kind of underwear do you usually keep it in?
That's it! I'm dialing the other 1.
12) Has it ever touched another penis?
I'd like to report a maniac in my house.
13) Does your penis have an Penis Boyfriend?
What? Why are you asking about my penis?
14) Does your penis have a name?
No! I won't tell you what I'm wearing. What the fuck is wrong with you?
15) Have you posted pictures or video of your penis on the web?
Hold on a second. I'm gonna go get a baseball bat.
16) Have you had art done of your furry character with its penis showing?
-THACK- wfft -THUNK- whp -BAM-
God damned census takers.
Um... How did you get in here?
2) How thick is your penis?
No, really. How? Do I know you?
3) Do you have foreskin?
Why? Are you missing one?
4) Does it Curve or is it straight?
Um... Yeah. I'm calling the cops if you don't leave.
5) If it curves which way?
The door is right over there.
6) Does it grow hair?
Now, I have the phone.
7) Do you shave yours?
I'm dialing 9.
8) Do your balls sag or are they tight?
I'm dialing 1.
9) Have you ever pierced it?
If you don't get outta here, I'm hitting one again and you're in the shit, buddy.
10) If so with what?
With this phone, right here.
11) What kind of underwear do you usually keep it in?
That's it! I'm dialing the other 1.
12) Has it ever touched another penis?
I'd like to report a maniac in my house.
13) Does your penis have an Penis Boyfriend?
What? Why are you asking about my penis?
14) Does your penis have a name?
No! I won't tell you what I'm wearing. What the fuck is wrong with you?
15) Have you posted pictures or video of your penis on the web?
Hold on a second. I'm gonna go get a baseball bat.
16) Have you had art done of your furry character with its penis showing?
-THACK- wfft -THUNK- whp -BAM-
God damned census takers.
A question of comment ettiquette
Posted 15 years agoI wasn't going to say anything about this because I don't want to alienate any of my watchers, but I feel something has to be said. I have no idea if anyone else is saying this but it really bears saying.
Let me set the tone. I spend hours developing an image from a rough concept in my brain to a refined piece of art. Most artists have this sort of process, whatever medium they work in, photographers included. I post it so people can see my work and I can get feedback. I should say, I post it to get feedback. I would like people to say, "I saw this," or, "this is crap!" or, "I acknowledge that you, another human being, have created something."
What I am seeing on any and every art site I contribute to is people making comments like, "I'd hit it," or, "I'd make that kitty purr," or even less appropriate comments. I once saw a woman post an image she drew of herself cuddling her daughter, including some seriously heartfelt comments about the motivation behind the picture, and some dude made a comment to the effect of, "That baby is totally asking for it. Mommy should sex her up." Several people were all over that telling the dude what an ass he was, but it doesn't change the fact that he thought this was an appropriate response to the image.
Look, people. This may be the internet but these are people out there making art and sharing it. If the art is explicitly pornographic in nature, or even highly suggestive, the catcalls may not be welcomed, but they are expected. A woman working in a strip club expects the lecherous, though appreciative, glares from the patrons even if she doesn't exactly welcome them. A woman waiting tables doesn't appreciate or expect them. They are not appropriate in that venue.
If I draw a pic of a woman getting her wank on, by all means, comment on the wank-worthiness. Say, if you must, that you'd like to action that item. If I draw something with absolutely no sexual context, by all means, keep the leering to yourself. I don't need to know that you find a cartoon I drew hot.
Basically, if you wouldn't look at something with your granny and comment lasciviously, then don't comment lasciviously. If you guys can't figure out that this is public and your comments indicate your position in the hierarchy of human communication, maybe you aren't well adjusted enough to make even anonymous social interactions.
Furries have a reputation for a marked lack of social grace and as long as you act like drunken frat boys any time you see anything that even vaguely can be associated with your personal sexual tastes, that reputation will stand because it is deserved. I guess what I'm trying to say is, "Grow up. Be part of the conventions that make humanity a society or get the fuck out."
Thank you.
Let me set the tone. I spend hours developing an image from a rough concept in my brain to a refined piece of art. Most artists have this sort of process, whatever medium they work in, photographers included. I post it so people can see my work and I can get feedback. I should say, I post it to get feedback. I would like people to say, "I saw this," or, "this is crap!" or, "I acknowledge that you, another human being, have created something."
What I am seeing on any and every art site I contribute to is people making comments like, "I'd hit it," or, "I'd make that kitty purr," or even less appropriate comments. I once saw a woman post an image she drew of herself cuddling her daughter, including some seriously heartfelt comments about the motivation behind the picture, and some dude made a comment to the effect of, "That baby is totally asking for it. Mommy should sex her up." Several people were all over that telling the dude what an ass he was, but it doesn't change the fact that he thought this was an appropriate response to the image.
Look, people. This may be the internet but these are people out there making art and sharing it. If the art is explicitly pornographic in nature, or even highly suggestive, the catcalls may not be welcomed, but they are expected. A woman working in a strip club expects the lecherous, though appreciative, glares from the patrons even if she doesn't exactly welcome them. A woman waiting tables doesn't appreciate or expect them. They are not appropriate in that venue.
If I draw a pic of a woman getting her wank on, by all means, comment on the wank-worthiness. Say, if you must, that you'd like to action that item. If I draw something with absolutely no sexual context, by all means, keep the leering to yourself. I don't need to know that you find a cartoon I drew hot.
Basically, if you wouldn't look at something with your granny and comment lasciviously, then don't comment lasciviously. If you guys can't figure out that this is public and your comments indicate your position in the hierarchy of human communication, maybe you aren't well adjusted enough to make even anonymous social interactions.
Furries have a reputation for a marked lack of social grace and as long as you act like drunken frat boys any time you see anything that even vaguely can be associated with your personal sexual tastes, that reputation will stand because it is deserved. I guess what I'm trying to say is, "Grow up. Be part of the conventions that make humanity a society or get the fuck out."
Thank you.
Here's some funny:
Posted 15 years agoThe first time I ever saw an advertisement for the game Sonic and Knuckles, the ampersand (that's one of these: & ) was really small and I didn't see it. In my mind, I made up a sequel (in my head) for the game named "Sonic Knuckles" entitled, "Blistery Dick."
I still think it was a good game title to follow knuckles moving at the speed of sound.
I still think it was a good game title to follow knuckles moving at the speed of sound.
Me doing a meme? Is the world coming to an end? 100 truths.
Posted 15 years ago001. Real name → Jae (short for Jason. Named after the ancient greek hero.)
002. Nickname(s)→ Pyro (online, mostly.)
003. Zodiac sign → Cancer
004. Male or female → Male
005. Elementary → years ago.
006. Middle School → They told me it was junior high.
007. High School → Long ago.
008. Hair color → dark brown
009. Long or short → long. Can pull my ponytail around my face.
010. Loud or Quiet → I dunno. I guess I might have a little bit of a hearing problem.
011. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans
012. Phone or Camera → can I say neither?
013. Health freak → Living healthy is detrimental to my mental well being.
014. Drink or Smoke? → no, sir.
015. Do you have a crush on someone? Is it a crush if you're married to them?
016. Eat or Drink → eat
017. Piercings → one in right ear, four in left. They are significant.
018. Tattoos → not yet.
HAVE YOU EVER?
019. Been in an airplane → Yes
020. Been in a relationship → Yes
021. Been in a car accident → Yes
022. Been in a fist fight → yes
FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → left ear.
024. First best friend → Brian. I was 4.
025. First award → poetry thingy in my school. Grade 4.
026. First crush → Lisa. I was three years old.
028. First big vacation → Montreal. I was 22 years old.
029. Last person you talked to → My wife.
030. Last person you IMed → PurpleDragon
031. Last person you watched a movie with → the wife. It's like we live together or something.
032. Last food you ate → orange cake thing.
033. Last movie you watched → District 9
034. Last song you listened to → Cumbersome by seven mary three
035. Last thing you bought → some groceries.
036. Last person you hugged → The wife.
FAVES:
037. Food → Chicken Tetrazinni
038. Drinks → Pepsi
039. Clothing → My jeans.
040. Books → Jim Butcher/Kim Harrison
041. Music → Too broad a category to specify
042. Flowers → Orchids. They are very Freudian.
043. Colors → Deep purple.
044. Movies → Last Man Standing, Die Hard, Star Wars 4,5,6, Blade Runner
045. Positions → Situational.
046. Subjects → Art, science, trivia.
IN 2009 I....
047. [x] kissed in the snow.
048. [] celebrated Halloween
049. [] had your heart broken
050. [] went over the minutes on your cell phone
051. [] someone questioned your sexual orientation
052. [] Came out of the closet
053. [] gotten pregnant
054. [] had an abortion
055. [X] done something you've regretted
056. [X] broke a promise
057. [] hid a secret
058. [] pretended to be happy
059. [] met someone who changed your life.
060. [] pretended to be sick.
061. [X] left the country
062. [X] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it.
063. [] traveled to high mountains.
064. [] ran a lot on the beach
065. [] live on a beach
066. [] stayed single a whole year
CURRENTLY:
067. Eating → no
068. Drinking → no
069. I'm about to → Grocery shop.
070. Listening to → An episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
071. Plans for today → chill and maybe do some art, after shopping.
072. Waiting for → The new TV to be delivered.
YOUR FUTURE:
073. Want kids? → Have kids.
074. Want to get married? → Again? Isn't that illegal?
075. Careers in mind → Illustrator, author.
076. Lips or eyes → I like 'em both. You left out butts and boobs.
077. Shorter or taller? → meh
078. Romantic or spontaneous → Romantic and spontaneous are often the same thing.
079. Nice stomach or nice arms → meh
080. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive
081. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship. Hook ups are like a complicated social docking procedure. I don't work for NASA.
082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → Can I add thoughtful?
HAVE YOU EVER:
083. Lost glasses/contacts → No
084. Ran away from home → No
086. Killed somebody/thing → Yeah. Mousetraps count?
087. Broken someone's heart → Yes
088. Been arrested → No. been hassled by the cops, though.
089. Cried when someone died → No
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
090. Yourself → Of course. I have proof. I am typing this right now.
091. Miracles → A person with no eye for miracles can't be a mystic. Of course.
092. Love at first sight → Yes
093. Heaven → Not as such.
094. Santa Claus → Yes.
095. Sex on the first date → Depends on the person, I guess.
096. Kiss on the first date → See previous answer.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yes
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → I like my life... more or less.
099. Do you believe in God → Gods. Why do people insist on making that singular?
100. Post as 100 truths and tag 20 people → All of your mothers must do this!!!
002. Nickname(s)→ Pyro (online, mostly.)
003. Zodiac sign → Cancer
004. Male or female → Male
005. Elementary → years ago.
006. Middle School → They told me it was junior high.
007. High School → Long ago.
008. Hair color → dark brown
009. Long or short → long. Can pull my ponytail around my face.
010. Loud or Quiet → I dunno. I guess I might have a little bit of a hearing problem.
011. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans
012. Phone or Camera → can I say neither?
013. Health freak → Living healthy is detrimental to my mental well being.
014. Drink or Smoke? → no, sir.
015. Do you have a crush on someone? Is it a crush if you're married to them?
016. Eat or Drink → eat
017. Piercings → one in right ear, four in left. They are significant.
018. Tattoos → not yet.
HAVE YOU EVER?
019. Been in an airplane → Yes
020. Been in a relationship → Yes
021. Been in a car accident → Yes
022. Been in a fist fight → yes
FIRSTS:
023. First piercing → left ear.
024. First best friend → Brian. I was 4.
025. First award → poetry thingy in my school. Grade 4.
026. First crush → Lisa. I was three years old.
028. First big vacation → Montreal. I was 22 years old.
029. Last person you talked to → My wife.
030. Last person you IMed → PurpleDragon
031. Last person you watched a movie with → the wife. It's like we live together or something.
032. Last food you ate → orange cake thing.
033. Last movie you watched → District 9
034. Last song you listened to → Cumbersome by seven mary three
035. Last thing you bought → some groceries.
036. Last person you hugged → The wife.
FAVES:
037. Food → Chicken Tetrazinni
038. Drinks → Pepsi
039. Clothing → My jeans.
040. Books → Jim Butcher/Kim Harrison
041. Music → Too broad a category to specify
042. Flowers → Orchids. They are very Freudian.
043. Colors → Deep purple.
044. Movies → Last Man Standing, Die Hard, Star Wars 4,5,6, Blade Runner
045. Positions → Situational.
046. Subjects → Art, science, trivia.
IN 2009 I....
047. [x] kissed in the snow.
048. [] celebrated Halloween
049. [] had your heart broken
050. [] went over the minutes on your cell phone
051. [] someone questioned your sexual orientation
052. [] Came out of the closet
053. [] gotten pregnant
054. [] had an abortion
055. [X] done something you've regretted
056. [X] broke a promise
057. [] hid a secret
058. [] pretended to be happy
059. [] met someone who changed your life.
060. [] pretended to be sick.
061. [X] left the country
062. [X] tried something you normally wouldn't try and liked it.
063. [] traveled to high mountains.
064. [] ran a lot on the beach
065. [] live on a beach
066. [] stayed single a whole year
CURRENTLY:
067. Eating → no
068. Drinking → no
069. I'm about to → Grocery shop.
070. Listening to → An episode of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends
071. Plans for today → chill and maybe do some art, after shopping.
072. Waiting for → The new TV to be delivered.
YOUR FUTURE:
073. Want kids? → Have kids.
074. Want to get married? → Again? Isn't that illegal?
075. Careers in mind → Illustrator, author.
076. Lips or eyes → I like 'em both. You left out butts and boobs.
077. Shorter or taller? → meh
078. Romantic or spontaneous → Romantic and spontaneous are often the same thing.
079. Nice stomach or nice arms → meh
080. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive
081. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship. Hook ups are like a complicated social docking procedure. I don't work for NASA.
082. Trouble-maker or hesitant → Can I add thoughtful?
HAVE YOU EVER:
083. Lost glasses/contacts → No
084. Ran away from home → No
086. Killed somebody/thing → Yeah. Mousetraps count?
087. Broken someone's heart → Yes
088. Been arrested → No. been hassled by the cops, though.
089. Cried when someone died → No
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
090. Yourself → Of course. I have proof. I am typing this right now.
091. Miracles → A person with no eye for miracles can't be a mystic. Of course.
092. Love at first sight → Yes
093. Heaven → Not as such.
094. Santa Claus → Yes.
095. Sex on the first date → Depends on the person, I guess.
096. Kiss on the first date → See previous answer.
ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:
097. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Yes
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life? → I like my life... more or less.
099. Do you believe in God → Gods. Why do people insist on making that singular?
100. Post as 100 truths and tag 20 people → All of your mothers must do this!!!
Submitted for your approval...
Posted 15 years agoTwo things.
One: I'm doing avatar comissions in the style of Dante and his friends for $6.66 (the (low, low, budget) Price of the Beast). If you want a gnifty avatar done in that style of you or one of your OCs, I'm your man.
Examples: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3373907 or http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3373771
Two: I have an idea for a meme that doesn't suck. Anyone who wants to participate is totally welcome to. Look through my gallery, pick a picture and redo it in your style.
One: I'm doing avatar comissions in the style of Dante and his friends for $6.66 (the (low, low, budget) Price of the Beast). If you want a gnifty avatar done in that style of you or one of your OCs, I'm your man.
Examples: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3373907 or http://www.furaffinity.net/view/3373771
Two: I have an idea for a meme that doesn't suck. Anyone who wants to participate is totally welcome to. Look through my gallery, pick a picture and redo it in your style.
Hey, guys, doing sort of an experiment.
Posted 16 years agoI dunno if any of you are interested, but Dante ( http://tinyurl.com/yfvyk3v http://tinyurl.com/yjr8emb http://tinyurl.com/y8tskfh http://tinyurl.com/y9zhzrs http://tinyurl.com/ykez7qg http://tinyurl.com/yba7eoj ) has started his own blog. He wrote all this stuff down in his journal and now he thinks it'd be cooler on the web. Kids are weird, even undead ones. Anyway, if you want to show him and me some support, check it out, bookmark it, what have you, at: http://danteheartbane.wordpress.com/
The sixth page of summer camp was the last one I'm going to post here, at least for a while. I want to see how many viewers/readers we can get on his blog. We're lookin' forward to seeing you.
The sixth page of summer camp was the last one I'm going to post here, at least for a while. I want to see how many viewers/readers we can get on his blog. We're lookin' forward to seeing you.
Quick question for anyone who wants to answer.
Posted 16 years agoThis isn't a meme. This is real curiosity on my part. What attracts you to the furry thing ( as in, community or lifestlye)? Do you like the idea of a world where animals are all humanish? Did that dirty wolf spirit come and tell you that you're part wolf, too (nod to Hammy's comic)? What bothers you about the community?
For me, it's about the art. This isn't a lifestyle situation for me. I like making and seeing art that is cute and sexy or beautiful and well executed. I love when I see something new and it makes me want to make something like it. Artists who do anthro work tend to be unconventional and this deviation from convention makes their work more varied and interesting. While there tends to be a lot of drama in the furry community (it's a limited demographic and a marginalized community, what else did you expect?), you can avoid it by choosing the people with whom you deal, carefully. I don't get into furry stuff as much as all that and don't count myself as a furry. I think I've said that before. I'm pagan. I also don't consider myself a wood sprite.
When I was a kid, I used to do things that'd be considered furry now. I made tails that attached to my belt. I made masks that attached to my face with tape that looked like beaks or muzzles. I grew out of it. Eventually.
I love cartoon art. Animal based characters aren't all furry. They existed long before the term and I find it insulting to think that someone could come up with a term and retroactively fit it to something I like and make me part of a group I really have little in common with. "I am not an animal! I am a man!" And all the people I know and can get along with are human too, and have no illusions that "fursonas" are closer to reality than an imaginary friend. I think I like the furry community because, like the pagan community, the vociferous and obnoxious fringers don't represent the majority, just the loud part that makes everyone facepalm.
The thing that bothers me about the community (other than the drama and tit piles and wangs that'd choke a t-rex) is something that bothers me about a lot of pagans, too. There seems to be this big thing where people claim to be "in touch with nature," or, "in sync with the spirit of nature," and then, in the next breath tell me it's wrong to eat meat, it's wrong to wear fur or some other such thing that is part of life as an omnivorous mammal. In nature, things kill each other all the time. It's not a human thing. I don't care if you are a "wolf" and your mate is a "moose." If you were obeying nature, or the spirit of nature, it wouldn't matter who you were humping. You'd kill and eat what you could. Nature kills. If you are anti-violence and so pro-animal, you will strive to do it humanely, but not doing it or actively trying to stop others from doing it contravenes nature's design.
For me, it's about the art. This isn't a lifestyle situation for me. I like making and seeing art that is cute and sexy or beautiful and well executed. I love when I see something new and it makes me want to make something like it. Artists who do anthro work tend to be unconventional and this deviation from convention makes their work more varied and interesting. While there tends to be a lot of drama in the furry community (it's a limited demographic and a marginalized community, what else did you expect?), you can avoid it by choosing the people with whom you deal, carefully. I don't get into furry stuff as much as all that and don't count myself as a furry. I think I've said that before. I'm pagan. I also don't consider myself a wood sprite.
When I was a kid, I used to do things that'd be considered furry now. I made tails that attached to my belt. I made masks that attached to my face with tape that looked like beaks or muzzles. I grew out of it. Eventually.
I love cartoon art. Animal based characters aren't all furry. They existed long before the term and I find it insulting to think that someone could come up with a term and retroactively fit it to something I like and make me part of a group I really have little in common with. "I am not an animal! I am a man!" And all the people I know and can get along with are human too, and have no illusions that "fursonas" are closer to reality than an imaginary friend. I think I like the furry community because, like the pagan community, the vociferous and obnoxious fringers don't represent the majority, just the loud part that makes everyone facepalm.
The thing that bothers me about the community (other than the drama and tit piles and wangs that'd choke a t-rex) is something that bothers me about a lot of pagans, too. There seems to be this big thing where people claim to be "in touch with nature," or, "in sync with the spirit of nature," and then, in the next breath tell me it's wrong to eat meat, it's wrong to wear fur or some other such thing that is part of life as an omnivorous mammal. In nature, things kill each other all the time. It's not a human thing. I don't care if you are a "wolf" and your mate is a "moose." If you were obeying nature, or the spirit of nature, it wouldn't matter who you were humping. You'd kill and eat what you could. Nature kills. If you are anti-violence and so pro-animal, you will strive to do it humanely, but not doing it or actively trying to stop others from doing it contravenes nature's design.
2009: It was a year.
Posted 16 years agoI've been thinking about this for a few days now and I wasn't going to, but I think it's a year to be discussed.
2009 was a year full of difficult things, for me. There was no great hardship as I see it, but a lot of things happened that seemed to be difficult for me to deal with and wrap my head around.
1. My puppy had her first heat early on in the year, before we were able to get her spayed. My wife was out of town and the times were fairly unpleasant. Being that I'd only had male dogs before this point, I was really not clear on how to handle things and I felt pretty bad about the entire experience.
2. My puppy got spayed. I felt weird about depriving an animal that loves and trusts me of the ability to reproduce. (She came through the surgery fine and didn't even seem to require pain meds afterward.)
3. Started looking into education stuff for myself in the Toronto area. I was having difficulty arranging my schedule around the school hours for my kid, and being that I was the after school program for her, I ended up not going. This left me wondering how people do it. Single parents go to school and work. Why can't married parents?
4. My daughter from a previous marriage was supposed to come live with us because of some difficulties with her schooling where she lives but, due to a misunderstanding between the school she was supposed to be enrolling in and me, three days before her flight, we found out that it couldn't happen. I felt like a bad dad and it was due to circumstances beyond my control.
5. Found out shortly after this that the wife's job might require a move to Europe, or possibly North Carolina. I'm a bit of a paranoid about moving to new places. It always takes me a long time to adjust to the way things are done in my new place. I wanted to be supportive but in the face of sheer terror, I had difficulty mustering any sentiment of support.
6. Found out that one of my older daughters (lives with her mother) has diabetes. She has a serious weight issue and has for a long time, so it wasn't a surprise, but it is still worrisome when a 14 year old kid turns up with diabetes. I didn't know how to deal. I have a needle phobia and diabetes is a sort of nightmare diagnosis to me. She ended up changing her eating and exercise habits and is losing weight and no longer needs the shots.
7. Found out that indeed we were going to be moving for the wife's work. To Denmark. Again, I am uncomfortable and paranoid with the idea of moving to new places. Places I move seem to not have English as their first language (Montreal, Copenhagen, the State of Georgia), for some reason, and I hate feeling helpless and dumb. I could have vetoed it, but I decided that if I could help my wife's career by just moving to Denmark for a couple years, I owe it to her for all the support she's given my ass for the duration of our relationship.
8. I flew, with my youngest daughter, to southern Florida and then Chicago. We wanted to pay a visit to my family that she doesn't know so well before we left for Europe. This whole visit was a 7 on the weird-shit-o-meter. I saw family I hadn't seen in a couple years and spent more time than I wanted just trying to go from location to location. They say you can't go home again and it wasn't until this visit that I had a clear picture of what they meant. The place that I thought of as home wasn't anything like home. It was a clusterfuck of things that were old and run down and new, mediocre shit replacing the old, cool shit.
9. Off to Denmark. I had a shitty flight in a middle seat. The kid was right next to me, also in a middle seat and felt the need to climb all over the old lady next to her in her sleep. I already don't like flying much, and this made it so much worse. The whole flight sucked badly and I was totally out of it for about two weeks after I arrived.
10. The fucking hotel... When I arrived, the wife's company had put us up in a hotel, until we could look at a couple nice apartments and pick. There was a room smaller than any bedroom I've ever had in my life (I grew up pretty poor) with two twin beds in it and a larger living room/dining room/kitchen. It wouldn't have been a problem, but there were three people and a smallish dog living in it. The kid had to sleep on the couch/futon (made out of hate and granite, I believe) thing for the duration. It was right upstairs from a strip club, in the touristy, party part of Copenhagen. We were awoken most nights around three or four in the morning by some asshole shouting some shit at the top of his lungs. So we finally go do our final appointments for apartments and pick one. We are informed that this hotel, which is slowly killing us from the inside out, will be our home for at least three more weeks and possibly four. We ended up living in the damn place for a month and a half; one washer and one dryer that could do about three items of clothing at a time, for our entire half of the hotel. Moving on.
11. We find out that the school my wife has been corresponding with for a month and change, has a waiting list that they've entirely failed to mention until now that school is starting. Kid can't start school unless four kids in her grade move away (forget where school is, die...). Luckily a new international school (English curriculum) has just opened and is more than happy to accept her. I feel like a failure as a parent because I can't provide her with adequate education or even social experiences.
12. I find out one of my older daughters (the one who almost came to live with us) has a degenerative spine disorder (not really treatable) and will never be able to have a normal life and might be in a wheelchair by the time she's 30. I feel like I passed on bad genes and shouldn't have had kids for a while.
13. Isolation. I am in a foreign country and have general social difficulties, as well as minor sociophobia. I don't talk to people easily in the real world and I don't know how to be normal, so I tend to either overinvest, emotionally, in my conversations or be a god damned Vulcan. The kid's in school. The wife's at work. I only socialize with them. I don't speak Danish and feel stupid when I have to ask them to speak English. I am so completely alone, here, when the kid and wife are not home. I don't have that much of a problem with it, usually, but sometimes it eats at you.
14. The wife travels for work. I'm stranded in Denmark and I am spending time playing the role of single parent, while she goes to other places (New Zealand, U.A.E., the U.S.) for weeks at a time. I am glad she likes traveling, but I can't sleep when she's away.
15. I find out somewhere in this that my mother is in the hospital for pneumonia. I find out three days later, she's got cancer. I find out a day later that it's large cell lung cancer and it's metastasized and terminal. Four days later, they try to move her to a assisted living facility, to keep her comfortable for her last days and she has a stroke. She's rushed back into the hospital and they put her on life support. She's not waking up. My brother and I decide to pull the plug. It's what she said she wanted, on many occasions. She had a very complicated relationship with everyone, my brother and I most of all. We made our peace years ago, but I feel like shit because my brother is handling it all in person by himself and I'm in Europe. I tell him that I don't feel the need to fly back for her, but I will fly back for him if he needs it. They pull the plug on Wednesday night, before Thanksgiving (American) and he sits with her for 7 hours as her body struggles with the "no oxygen" issue. I don't feel much because I've thought of my mother as dead for a long time and now she's finally at rest. I fly back for a week and help him clean out her place and go through some stuff.
16. People keep telling me they're sorry for my loss and I keep trying to explain, "it's not a loss. Not really." Eventually, I get tired of the shitty looks and just say, "Thank you."
17. I have my seventh wedding anniversary, which both my mother and my ex-wife had assured me I would not reach. Yay, us! Go marriage! It's your birthday!
18. The family and I see the Solstice in in style. We missed both Canadian and American Thanksgiving, so we do a big turkey thing. I have to explain to the kid that it's okay to eat an animal as long as you are aware that something gave its life so that you may live and save the family from early onset vegetarianism.
19. We went to a Christmas Eve party, one of my first not thrown by a family member. I reach the conclusion that single people of a given age are approximately 10 years less mature than a married parent of the same age and, being that I was the oldest there by at least five years, I need to find an older crowd. It wasn't bad. I got flirted with by a Russian girl my wife thought was cute (did nothing for me), got poorly understood by people for whom English is a second language (at least) and got killed by booze fumes, but I didn't make anyone uncomfortable and helped a friend of the wife figure out why her aluminum pans didn't work with her induction range top.
All in all, this year was a mixed bag and I've had WTF face for most of it. I don't know what the new year will bring me, but I want to learn stuff. Maybe I'll try to find some nice online school or something. I'd make a New Year's resolution, here, but, frankly, my video card doesn't support it.
2009 was a year full of difficult things, for me. There was no great hardship as I see it, but a lot of things happened that seemed to be difficult for me to deal with and wrap my head around.
1. My puppy had her first heat early on in the year, before we were able to get her spayed. My wife was out of town and the times were fairly unpleasant. Being that I'd only had male dogs before this point, I was really not clear on how to handle things and I felt pretty bad about the entire experience.
2. My puppy got spayed. I felt weird about depriving an animal that loves and trusts me of the ability to reproduce. (She came through the surgery fine and didn't even seem to require pain meds afterward.)
3. Started looking into education stuff for myself in the Toronto area. I was having difficulty arranging my schedule around the school hours for my kid, and being that I was the after school program for her, I ended up not going. This left me wondering how people do it. Single parents go to school and work. Why can't married parents?
4. My daughter from a previous marriage was supposed to come live with us because of some difficulties with her schooling where she lives but, due to a misunderstanding between the school she was supposed to be enrolling in and me, three days before her flight, we found out that it couldn't happen. I felt like a bad dad and it was due to circumstances beyond my control.
5. Found out shortly after this that the wife's job might require a move to Europe, or possibly North Carolina. I'm a bit of a paranoid about moving to new places. It always takes me a long time to adjust to the way things are done in my new place. I wanted to be supportive but in the face of sheer terror, I had difficulty mustering any sentiment of support.
6. Found out that one of my older daughters (lives with her mother) has diabetes. She has a serious weight issue and has for a long time, so it wasn't a surprise, but it is still worrisome when a 14 year old kid turns up with diabetes. I didn't know how to deal. I have a needle phobia and diabetes is a sort of nightmare diagnosis to me. She ended up changing her eating and exercise habits and is losing weight and no longer needs the shots.
7. Found out that indeed we were going to be moving for the wife's work. To Denmark. Again, I am uncomfortable and paranoid with the idea of moving to new places. Places I move seem to not have English as their first language (Montreal, Copenhagen, the State of Georgia), for some reason, and I hate feeling helpless and dumb. I could have vetoed it, but I decided that if I could help my wife's career by just moving to Denmark for a couple years, I owe it to her for all the support she's given my ass for the duration of our relationship.
8. I flew, with my youngest daughter, to southern Florida and then Chicago. We wanted to pay a visit to my family that she doesn't know so well before we left for Europe. This whole visit was a 7 on the weird-shit-o-meter. I saw family I hadn't seen in a couple years and spent more time than I wanted just trying to go from location to location. They say you can't go home again and it wasn't until this visit that I had a clear picture of what they meant. The place that I thought of as home wasn't anything like home. It was a clusterfuck of things that were old and run down and new, mediocre shit replacing the old, cool shit.
9. Off to Denmark. I had a shitty flight in a middle seat. The kid was right next to me, also in a middle seat and felt the need to climb all over the old lady next to her in her sleep. I already don't like flying much, and this made it so much worse. The whole flight sucked badly and I was totally out of it for about two weeks after I arrived.
10. The fucking hotel... When I arrived, the wife's company had put us up in a hotel, until we could look at a couple nice apartments and pick. There was a room smaller than any bedroom I've ever had in my life (I grew up pretty poor) with two twin beds in it and a larger living room/dining room/kitchen. It wouldn't have been a problem, but there were three people and a smallish dog living in it. The kid had to sleep on the couch/futon (made out of hate and granite, I believe) thing for the duration. It was right upstairs from a strip club, in the touristy, party part of Copenhagen. We were awoken most nights around three or four in the morning by some asshole shouting some shit at the top of his lungs. So we finally go do our final appointments for apartments and pick one. We are informed that this hotel, which is slowly killing us from the inside out, will be our home for at least three more weeks and possibly four. We ended up living in the damn place for a month and a half; one washer and one dryer that could do about three items of clothing at a time, for our entire half of the hotel. Moving on.
11. We find out that the school my wife has been corresponding with for a month and change, has a waiting list that they've entirely failed to mention until now that school is starting. Kid can't start school unless four kids in her grade move away (forget where school is, die...). Luckily a new international school (English curriculum) has just opened and is more than happy to accept her. I feel like a failure as a parent because I can't provide her with adequate education or even social experiences.
12. I find out one of my older daughters (the one who almost came to live with us) has a degenerative spine disorder (not really treatable) and will never be able to have a normal life and might be in a wheelchair by the time she's 30. I feel like I passed on bad genes and shouldn't have had kids for a while.
13. Isolation. I am in a foreign country and have general social difficulties, as well as minor sociophobia. I don't talk to people easily in the real world and I don't know how to be normal, so I tend to either overinvest, emotionally, in my conversations or be a god damned Vulcan. The kid's in school. The wife's at work. I only socialize with them. I don't speak Danish and feel stupid when I have to ask them to speak English. I am so completely alone, here, when the kid and wife are not home. I don't have that much of a problem with it, usually, but sometimes it eats at you.
14. The wife travels for work. I'm stranded in Denmark and I am spending time playing the role of single parent, while she goes to other places (New Zealand, U.A.E., the U.S.) for weeks at a time. I am glad she likes traveling, but I can't sleep when she's away.
15. I find out somewhere in this that my mother is in the hospital for pneumonia. I find out three days later, she's got cancer. I find out a day later that it's large cell lung cancer and it's metastasized and terminal. Four days later, they try to move her to a assisted living facility, to keep her comfortable for her last days and she has a stroke. She's rushed back into the hospital and they put her on life support. She's not waking up. My brother and I decide to pull the plug. It's what she said she wanted, on many occasions. She had a very complicated relationship with everyone, my brother and I most of all. We made our peace years ago, but I feel like shit because my brother is handling it all in person by himself and I'm in Europe. I tell him that I don't feel the need to fly back for her, but I will fly back for him if he needs it. They pull the plug on Wednesday night, before Thanksgiving (American) and he sits with her for 7 hours as her body struggles with the "no oxygen" issue. I don't feel much because I've thought of my mother as dead for a long time and now she's finally at rest. I fly back for a week and help him clean out her place and go through some stuff.
16. People keep telling me they're sorry for my loss and I keep trying to explain, "it's not a loss. Not really." Eventually, I get tired of the shitty looks and just say, "Thank you."
17. I have my seventh wedding anniversary, which both my mother and my ex-wife had assured me I would not reach. Yay, us! Go marriage! It's your birthday!
18. The family and I see the Solstice in in style. We missed both Canadian and American Thanksgiving, so we do a big turkey thing. I have to explain to the kid that it's okay to eat an animal as long as you are aware that something gave its life so that you may live and save the family from early onset vegetarianism.
19. We went to a Christmas Eve party, one of my first not thrown by a family member. I reach the conclusion that single people of a given age are approximately 10 years less mature than a married parent of the same age and, being that I was the oldest there by at least five years, I need to find an older crowd. It wasn't bad. I got flirted with by a Russian girl my wife thought was cute (did nothing for me), got poorly understood by people for whom English is a second language (at least) and got killed by booze fumes, but I didn't make anyone uncomfortable and helped a friend of the wife figure out why her aluminum pans didn't work with her induction range top.
All in all, this year was a mixed bag and I've had WTF face for most of it. I don't know what the new year will bring me, but I want to learn stuff. Maybe I'll try to find some nice online school or something. I'd make a New Year's resolution, here, but, frankly, my video card doesn't support it.
Today is the Solstice!
Posted 16 years agoThis is the shortest day of the year. Between noon today and noon tomorrow, there will be more dark than any other day of the calendar year. The world dies for a season to be born again at the Vernal Equinox. However you spend your Winter Solstice (I call it Longnight) determines how you spend your year, so spend it well, have some fun and be with the ones you love!
Things happen.
Posted 16 years ago(Or "How to know when you're old.")
I'm a fan of music, generally, but I like stuff that really kicks the ass. I've recently discovered Linkin Park, a band I've avoided for years because they remind me of Korn, whom I loved, and we all know how that turned out. Anyway, long story short, I am working on a piece of art and I put on some Linkin Park. I started really gettin' into it and busted out my old-school Pantera Headbang of the First Magnitude. Three thrashes in and I hear a noise and I feel something. Calling it pain would be like calling George W. Bush a little out of touch. Something in my neck explodes with a sensation that I now have come to think of as "Son-of-the-Original-Bitch!" I try to continue my headbang. Phil would, and who am I to question Phil's committment to the thrash. That motherfucker did it until his back was no longer a viable, functioning human part. Unfortunately, my reflexes decide that, "This shit aint Patera," "I aint Phil," and, "I aint the boss of my neck." I begin this little maneuver that was sort of a headbanging limp, listing off to one side like someone fell asleep at the tiller. Anyone present would have assumed I was having a seizure and run for something to put between my teeth to save my tongue. I gave up after four more attempts, despite the rocking nature of the tune. My neck made it clear to me that I should only headbang if I need my head to come off at an odd angle and kill something a few feet to the left of me on the floor.
Anyway, I get this kind of gritting sound when I move my neck through its full range of motion, and, when I nod too vigourously, I get warning throbs of burning sensation that shoots across my scalp and bites into the opposite ear from the pain.
I was aware that I was old. I didn't realize that, "decrepit," had come to the party and I can only wonder how long it'll be before, "ornery cuss," and, "coot," join the fray.
I'm a fan of music, generally, but I like stuff that really kicks the ass. I've recently discovered Linkin Park, a band I've avoided for years because they remind me of Korn, whom I loved, and we all know how that turned out. Anyway, long story short, I am working on a piece of art and I put on some Linkin Park. I started really gettin' into it and busted out my old-school Pantera Headbang of the First Magnitude. Three thrashes in and I hear a noise and I feel something. Calling it pain would be like calling George W. Bush a little out of touch. Something in my neck explodes with a sensation that I now have come to think of as "Son-of-the-Original-Bitch!" I try to continue my headbang. Phil would, and who am I to question Phil's committment to the thrash. That motherfucker did it until his back was no longer a viable, functioning human part. Unfortunately, my reflexes decide that, "This shit aint Patera," "I aint Phil," and, "I aint the boss of my neck." I begin this little maneuver that was sort of a headbanging limp, listing off to one side like someone fell asleep at the tiller. Anyone present would have assumed I was having a seizure and run for something to put between my teeth to save my tongue. I gave up after four more attempts, despite the rocking nature of the tune. My neck made it clear to me that I should only headbang if I need my head to come off at an odd angle and kill something a few feet to the left of me on the floor.
Anyway, I get this kind of gritting sound when I move my neck through its full range of motion, and, when I nod too vigourously, I get warning throbs of burning sensation that shoots across my scalp and bites into the opposite ear from the pain.
I was aware that I was old. I didn't realize that, "decrepit," had come to the party and I can only wonder how long it'll be before, "ornery cuss," and, "coot," join the fray.
I have been antisocial for too long.
Posted 16 years agoI'm looking to make the online acquaintance of more of you guys. Anyone interested in talking, note me with your chat info and I'll hit you up. I am trying to get past a sociophobia issue I've had for... pretty much my entire adult life. I apologize if my schedule doesn't accommodate your location, I am currently in Denmark, but I'm trying to be more social and I want to start in an easy place, with people I already know and like.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Religious opinion or bigotry?
Posted 16 years agoThere are a lot of ways I can go with this idea. I don't want to come off like a bigot or something, but this has been on my mind for a while.
Let's start off with this: I'm not Christian, nor am I a Muslim, Jew or Atheist. I have a problem with people trying to tell me how to think. People can try to teach me how to behave if they wish, but my thoughts are my own. That's a basic human right.
If you study western religions like I have, long enough, without bias or some sort of agenda, the idea will come to you again and again that the whole thing, the whole concept of organized religion is a crock, designed to control people in a way that is not normally available to the powers that be in the world, such as family, government, peer groups, etc... The idea is that, aside from the bizarre assertion that some people can be closer to the "truth" of the matters of life's origin and whether or not there is an afterlife, there are people who can so clearly interpret the will of their creator (god, deity, flying spaghetti monster, whatever) that they get to dictate to people how they should act in a given situation. Does this sound weird to anyone but me?
I take the assertions of religious doctrine as truth very seriously. I am the first to admit that I am wrong, a lot of the time, but that is my determination to make, isn't it? Isn't religion about opinions? Anyone citing a book as "truth" and telling me that I'm wrong because of their "truth" really needs to examine themselves a little closer and their faith closer still. In the pre-Christian era, people fought with the Jews a lot because the Jews had the unfortunate habit of jamming their religious doctrine down the throats of others, Christians and Muslims, being splinter factions of Judaism in their origin, are and have always been guilty of it as well. According to many different histories, Jesus wanted to change that concept. He wanted people to come willingly to his way of seeing things, not be forced there. His followers, however, upon his death reverted to the assertion that there is only one "truth" and that this is the will of god. This was not taken well by the Romans, who, while generally religiously tolerant, fed the fanatical lunatics, that were Christians of their era, to the lions for their religious intolerance and bigotry toward others. Most of the truly organized religion in the world is Abrahamic, (Abraham was arguably the first Jew and that makes Judaism the parent of Christianity, in all its varied forms and subcults, and Islam.) and that means they, all three greater classes and subclasses (let's face it, there's a lot of ways to be a Jew, a Christian or a Muslim) all see themselves as being right.
I was raised in a generally Catholic part of the world (South Side of Chicago) and was always religiously inquisitive. It has never been easy for me to simply accept, "Because I said so, " as a reason for something. This led to many problems between myself and my Catholic classmates/"friends." There was also an unfortunate period where I tried on Baptism and found it less than satisfactory and, quite often, more like being bullied into saying I believed things that I didn't. In short, I got picked on. A lot. This is, doubtless, why I have such a chip on my shoulder regarding Christianity in general.
Now we get to the meat of this, having given that overlong set up. I understand that many people have religious affiliations that they feel strongly about. I understand that everyone involved with an organized religion feels like they have been bestowed with some ultimate truth, or access to it. I don't understand in the age we are currently in, which is the age of reason, one would surmise, why people need to make religion their defining point. Why, if someone makes music and feels religious, do they need to broadcast their religion as part of their music? Why if someone does a comic and happens to be Christian, do they feel the need to inject their religious doctrine into what would otherwise be an enjoyable comic? Why must the religious message be a solvent for everything else that people are?
When I am enjoying some form of entertainment, the quickest way to make me turn that shit off and do something else is to hear a religious, (Christian, there, I said it) message at the opening. Christianity (and to lesser degrees, the other Abrahamic faiths) has always fought for the status quo, unless they didn't agree with it, or, more accurately, it wasn't favourable for them, as an organization. They wouldn't stand for, say, Buddhist temples advertising membership drives on TV, or the radio, or Mosques or Scientology or , god forbid, a pagan tradition. Why should I, a non-christian with no reason to go seeking a new religion, put up with their constant advertising or high pressure tactics to get me to convert?
I am religious, though not a member of any organized religion. I am offended by the trend for the vocal religious to tell people unlike themselves that they are wrong. I take great offense at people, who just parrot what has been told to them, accusing me of faulty thinking for employing my built in reason functions. So am I a bigot for being angry whenever I hear some Religious Nutjob telling me that I should be more like them? Am I a bigot for feeling anger that not even my leisurely pursuits can be free of the dogma that has brought the world to the brink of ruin time and again?
I am getting tired of hating. Maybe I'm just getting old, but, for fuck's sweet sake, people, isn't enough enough? Can't we finally just let people believe what they want to believe and stop fucking campaigning? This isn't a popularity contest and the god with the most followers doesn't win when mankind uses up all his resources and burns out like a candle in a wind tunnel.
Pyromancy folds up his soapbox and moves on.
Let's start off with this: I'm not Christian, nor am I a Muslim, Jew or Atheist. I have a problem with people trying to tell me how to think. People can try to teach me how to behave if they wish, but my thoughts are my own. That's a basic human right.
If you study western religions like I have, long enough, without bias or some sort of agenda, the idea will come to you again and again that the whole thing, the whole concept of organized religion is a crock, designed to control people in a way that is not normally available to the powers that be in the world, such as family, government, peer groups, etc... The idea is that, aside from the bizarre assertion that some people can be closer to the "truth" of the matters of life's origin and whether or not there is an afterlife, there are people who can so clearly interpret the will of their creator (god, deity, flying spaghetti monster, whatever) that they get to dictate to people how they should act in a given situation. Does this sound weird to anyone but me?
I take the assertions of religious doctrine as truth very seriously. I am the first to admit that I am wrong, a lot of the time, but that is my determination to make, isn't it? Isn't religion about opinions? Anyone citing a book as "truth" and telling me that I'm wrong because of their "truth" really needs to examine themselves a little closer and their faith closer still. In the pre-Christian era, people fought with the Jews a lot because the Jews had the unfortunate habit of jamming their religious doctrine down the throats of others, Christians and Muslims, being splinter factions of Judaism in their origin, are and have always been guilty of it as well. According to many different histories, Jesus wanted to change that concept. He wanted people to come willingly to his way of seeing things, not be forced there. His followers, however, upon his death reverted to the assertion that there is only one "truth" and that this is the will of god. This was not taken well by the Romans, who, while generally religiously tolerant, fed the fanatical lunatics, that were Christians of their era, to the lions for their religious intolerance and bigotry toward others. Most of the truly organized religion in the world is Abrahamic, (Abraham was arguably the first Jew and that makes Judaism the parent of Christianity, in all its varied forms and subcults, and Islam.) and that means they, all three greater classes and subclasses (let's face it, there's a lot of ways to be a Jew, a Christian or a Muslim) all see themselves as being right.
I was raised in a generally Catholic part of the world (South Side of Chicago) and was always religiously inquisitive. It has never been easy for me to simply accept, "Because I said so, " as a reason for something. This led to many problems between myself and my Catholic classmates/"friends." There was also an unfortunate period where I tried on Baptism and found it less than satisfactory and, quite often, more like being bullied into saying I believed things that I didn't. In short, I got picked on. A lot. This is, doubtless, why I have such a chip on my shoulder regarding Christianity in general.
Now we get to the meat of this, having given that overlong set up. I understand that many people have religious affiliations that they feel strongly about. I understand that everyone involved with an organized religion feels like they have been bestowed with some ultimate truth, or access to it. I don't understand in the age we are currently in, which is the age of reason, one would surmise, why people need to make religion their defining point. Why, if someone makes music and feels religious, do they need to broadcast their religion as part of their music? Why if someone does a comic and happens to be Christian, do they feel the need to inject their religious doctrine into what would otherwise be an enjoyable comic? Why must the religious message be a solvent for everything else that people are?
When I am enjoying some form of entertainment, the quickest way to make me turn that shit off and do something else is to hear a religious, (Christian, there, I said it) message at the opening. Christianity (and to lesser degrees, the other Abrahamic faiths) has always fought for the status quo, unless they didn't agree with it, or, more accurately, it wasn't favourable for them, as an organization. They wouldn't stand for, say, Buddhist temples advertising membership drives on TV, or the radio, or Mosques or Scientology or , god forbid, a pagan tradition. Why should I, a non-christian with no reason to go seeking a new religion, put up with their constant advertising or high pressure tactics to get me to convert?
I am religious, though not a member of any organized religion. I am offended by the trend for the vocal religious to tell people unlike themselves that they are wrong. I take great offense at people, who just parrot what has been told to them, accusing me of faulty thinking for employing my built in reason functions. So am I a bigot for being angry whenever I hear some Religious Nutjob telling me that I should be more like them? Am I a bigot for feeling anger that not even my leisurely pursuits can be free of the dogma that has brought the world to the brink of ruin time and again?
I am getting tired of hating. Maybe I'm just getting old, but, for fuck's sweet sake, people, isn't enough enough? Can't we finally just let people believe what they want to believe and stop fucking campaigning? This isn't a popularity contest and the god with the most followers doesn't win when mankind uses up all his resources and burns out like a candle in a wind tunnel.
Pyromancy folds up his soapbox and moves on.
Not sure if this counts as a Meme
Posted 16 years agoYou have just become the leader of a new, kickass musical group. You get to name it. What's your band name? What's your genre?
Abyssonaut when we're Nu Metal. When we're doing a bluesy sound, we're Two Inches of Soul.
Abyssonaut when we're Nu Metal. When we're doing a bluesy sound, we're Two Inches of Soul.
I know you might've already seen it...
Posted 16 years ago...but I need to feel like you found out about it from me.
http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp11142009.shtml
Don't say I never gave you anything.
http://www.somethingpositive.net/sp11142009.shtml
Don't say I never gave you anything.
A linguistic pet peeve.
Posted 16 years agoI keep seeing this phrase kicked around and it has to stop. If people are going to speak the gods damned language, then speak the language like you've fucking heard it before.
"How does (insert noun here) look like?"
What!? It can be, either, "what does (blank) look like?" or, "how does it look?" It can't be both ways.
"How," is another way of saying, "in what manner or fashion." If you can't ask, "In what fashion does it look like?" then you can't use "how."
"What," is defined as, "an interrogative expressing inquiry about the identity, nature, or value of an object or matter."
Shape up, motherfuckers! If you can't speak English correctly, the French will come in and take that shit away!
Any pet peeves you folks have about the language you speak?
"How does (insert noun here) look like?"
What!? It can be, either, "what does (blank) look like?" or, "how does it look?" It can't be both ways.
"How," is another way of saying, "in what manner or fashion." If you can't ask, "In what fashion does it look like?" then you can't use "how."
"What," is defined as, "an interrogative expressing inquiry about the identity, nature, or value of an object or matter."
Shape up, motherfuckers! If you can't speak English correctly, the French will come in and take that shit away!
Any pet peeves you folks have about the language you speak?
New shirts!
Posted 16 years agoOkay, anyone wanting to buy kitty shirts in my zazzle shop.
Posted 16 years agoI need some feedback. I can do a ringer tee, a raglan 3/4 sleeve or a plain white t-shirt. Which sounds best?
7000
Posted 16 years agoI'd just like to say, that I was running a contest in secret and the first person to send me a screencap of my pageviews hitting the 7000 mark would get a gift art drawn in person at their house. Fortunately it was me and I don't have to go anywhere to draw it. So, congratulations to me. I hope I enjoy my artwork.
A quick thanks to all my recent watchers!
Posted 16 years agoYou guys rock! I got a bunch of you at once and I just wanted to voice my appreciation for your attention. I will try to keep my stuff interesting.
Shoutcast Comedy
Posted 16 years agoI just listened to 15 minutes of comedy. It was in the form of an hour of Jerry Seinfeld talking.
That is all.
That is all.
I don't usually do this, but this is a rare find.
Posted 16 years agoIn my eternal quest for new music, I found this guy calling himself "The Historian Himself." He's, and I shit you not, a rapper (don't knock it, his sound is pretty unique) who raps about paleontology. I know. I'm all about nerdcore but this dude seems to have no idea nerdcore exists. He's almost like Mystic Academic Hip-Hop. You can find his stuff on youtube and myspace, and that's pretty cool, but he's got his first album posted on his site.
Give him a check out.
Give him a check out.
The definition of comedic disappointment...
Posted 16 years agoI am listening to Shoutcast Radio and I see Lewis Black is playing on a channel. I click it and it turns out to be Sinbad.
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"...And I held my head and cried."
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"...And I held my head and cried."
Thanks, guys.
Posted 16 years agoThanks to everyone who commented on that last journal. Your input was really helpful.
Quick question for my friends and watchers.
Posted 16 years agoHey guys!
No complaining today. The wife's traveling and I haven't slept enough to support a real complaint.
Anyway, here's my question: Do you prefer me to post my sketches for the bunny pages I'm doing first or am I ruining the surprise? I'm feelin' split on this. Whadda you think?
Anyway, I'm really diggin' this project. I have no real plans for it. It's evolving organically. I am not taking suggestions or anything like that for it, though I am currently taking some commissions. Get in soon. My rates will be going up in November.
No complaining today. The wife's traveling and I haven't slept enough to support a real complaint.
Anyway, here's my question: Do you prefer me to post my sketches for the bunny pages I'm doing first or am I ruining the surprise? I'm feelin' split on this. Whadda you think?
Anyway, I'm really diggin' this project. I have no real plans for it. It's evolving organically. I am not taking suggestions or anything like that for it, though I am currently taking some commissions. Get in soon. My rates will be going up in November.
