Sitting here, being me, wondering what life is, hating the world at large as usual, wearing almost all black clothing (Not kidding), and existing.
I think I'll post the lyrics to a Marilyn Manson song just because:
-- The Nobodies, by Marilyn Manson.
I feel like that sometimes...
I'm planning to make an art piece with some of the lyrics from that song, like I did with the third piece of art I've published on BZP, linked to in my sig.
I really want to see The Nightmare Be
I slept in til nine thirty today after I went to bed...
Anyways, I was just outside with my mom a while ago doing some brush burning. We gather a bunch of dead wood and brush, pile it up, wet the area around it so nothing catches fire but what we put there, bunched up some newspapers, and then set them alight. I got to strike the match and do it. My mom did get the license neccessary to burn the wood, so it was okay. We threw tons and tons of wood on the fire, and the heat, smoke, and ash we
When the doctor is holding up your newborn child: "Look Ma, no hands!"
When you're taking a taxi to an important location and you need to get there quick: "Okay, mister, which way did you want to go, again?"
If you're Oprah: "Wait, why are any of us watching this show?"
When you're performing heart surgery on somebody: "Hey, doc, this is the wrong patient."
Again, when you're performing heart surgery on somebody: "Uh-oh, looks like the anesthetic wasn't strong enough."
When you're
Yes, you heard me. The show is going to crash and burn soon. For, on the surface, it appears a legitimate, unique concept for a children's entertainment program. But its interactive factor is the key to its downfall. Nickelodeon has seen a drop in quality over the years, and when you combine that with an attempt to cash in on what were once underground, cool trends on the Internet, you can see a disaster waiting to happen. More traditional media is trying to subjugate new media formats, trying t
Yeah, schoolwork. I just did a lot of homework and schoolwork. Hoo-ray.
I gave myself a profile pic, of Scarecrow of course... I may change it coz the only reason I didn't choose another was because I would have to trim it, but that's how I made my current profile image the right size... *sigh* I probably will change it. Yeah, I will... Believe it or not I successfully resized the image in my WordPerfect program... I know, I know, it's a crummy editing tool and shouldn't be used like that at
You'll find out what the title is for in due time... After I had computer fun class, I went to Assisted Study. I got some work done there, mostly just asking questions about some Social Studies stuff. Then, I went to French class, where we worked a little, and then we watched a movie. This was one of those 'learning another language by having it condescendingly shown to you in an incomprehendable manner' movies. It started with an image of this big, blue-green fuzzy monster thing in a space ship
The dysfunctional relatives have left. One of my cousins proved he had not changed from the grubby eat beast he was in the intervening span of four months since we had last seen him, and their beagle is a very...... "innovative" gift giver. I went to the Pats/Dolphins game the other day with my dad, one of the three logical relatives who were here (my uncle), and his son, the aforementioned troublemaker. It was fun watching the Dolphins get canned with the tuna, but the cousin is a braggart, bul
I'm ticked. Wanna know why? See, every day I post an entry, long and meaningful, for the express benefit of being seen and read by members. And pretty quick, it's whacked off the front page into obscurity, for we all know the little member gremlins never check the second page. What ticks me is that I spend so much time putting relevance and thought into my words and then a horde of ravening noobs posts entries like 'HOMG TODAYS I'S AM GOTTED ME SUM STUFF LAWL POST HEER I'S AWESOME DUDE!' that ar
Alrighty, I'm up. I went to bed around 2:15 AM, and woke up around 10 AM. I'm still writing that short story, but it's almost finished. Yippee. I'm surprised I worked on it that fast, I mean, really, my latest short story "The Truth" (you can find a link in my sig) took me months. That's nothing to say of the incredibly long short story I'm writing right now as well.
Anyways, on to the title subject, my reader monkeys...
If there's one thing that gets to me about Batman, it's that Mr. Fre
I went to see that movie with my dad yesterday. It was awesome. Nick Cage and Jessica Biel starred in it, and it was about this guy who can see two minutes into the future. So he can explore all the possible pathways he can take, and- Oh, why the [bleepity] [more bleepity] [and yet more!] am I even telling you this? I have hardly any readers who appreciate enough to comment, and the comments don't come often. My dissemination of information is not satisfying to the clumps of neural meat and elec
I had a freaky dream last night. It was so real, I swear... I was in this giant port city or something, called Unisport. I think I was on some sort of tour about legends of witchcraft and piracy (don't ask) when it started raining salt. It stung to feel it, so we (Me and classmates who appeared in my dream) ran for cover under trees, trying to protect ourselves. I pulled the hood of my sweater (The Nightmare Before Christmas one, which I was wearing when I went to bed O_o) over my head and stret
You know what I'm talking about. Biodegradable coffins, no formaldehyde stuff, more ecological burial, etc, general environmental welfare stuff. So if people are gonna go with coffins that break down shortly, and without any sort of thing to slow down decomposition, this means their bodies will decay, rot, and become one with the Earth much faster. So has anybody thought about the potential for abusing this? I mean, you could somebody who has it in their will that they want a green funeral in a
I overslept Friday morning... Not enough to come anywhere close to missing the bus, but I woke up at 5:53 AM, instead of my preferred time of 5:00 AM, coz I just let myself lie in bed to get used to being awake for a few minutes before going downstairs, and then I fell back to sleep... So it caused me to have this AWESOME dream where my dad was driving me somewhere (it was some part of Boston I'd never seen, this place is a recurring location in my dreams from time to time) and everything seemed
"Better learn to laugh, because life's the longest, cruelest joke that'll ever be played on you."
"Puppies are only a viable food source if properly drained of their souls."
"He who laughs last, laughs best. He who laughs at an Anger Management class dropout, never laughs again."
"Christopher Paolini, author of the Poorly Written Plagiarism of All Decent Fantasy Inheritance Trilogy does not count as human."
"Believe in yourself... Because nobody else will, loser."
"... Why am I ev
I wish you a Merry Quit-fighting-over-the-holidays-mas and I hope you don't have any dysfunctional relatives over at your house already filled with dysfunctional family for what is of course a very A Team dysfuntional Christmas.
So, I went to Blockbuster with my mom and I rented Terminator and Terminator 2, which are some of my favorite movies. I stayed up late and watched Terminator on my DVD player, in my bedroom. Woo. The special effects are still very good, it didn't need any embellishing at all. And I'll watch T2: Judgement Day later today... Yep, I'm up in the middle of the night... Caffeine is my bestest friend now. Also, I figured I should watch those films again (though I haven't seen T3 yet) since the rights t
Okay, if there's one thing I hate worse than *insert something I hate here*, it's people who blame video games for everything. They accuse video games of making kids stupid, violent, ignorant, smelly, bad at school, rude, ugly, hobos, unaware of the name of Bill Clinton's cousin's neighbor's barber, etcetera. Sad, isn't it? Young people do horrible things and it gets blamed on video games, but where are the parents at, huh? They don't want to take responsibility for parental ineptitude, which al
...I may be gloomydoomdoom sometimes, but I only disparage life's value because what there is to value about life is in short supply. Therefore, if one is not around for long, they do not have enough time to experience those things which are truly valuable about life but sadly in short supply. Or, if they are ignorant, they will not learn why these experiences must be appreciated.
That's kind of one reason I don't like emo people, they go on and on whining about life being worthless and what
Now that there are numerous other Makuta (and not just in speculation based on BoM info) that we know of, a dilemma faces us over the original Makuta. I've seen him referred to as 'The Makuta of Metru Nui', and this raised the question... What do we call the original Makuta now? Metrukuta? Matakuta? Makutanui? Makutui? Makutru? Makutata? Fish and a large serving of mousse? Trout Flint via Wall Street Oxymorons? Makumetrumatanuita? Shizzly home dawg? Medium-rare Communism, with a side of crispy B
We didn't get a snowday... And we were all excited and all... *sniffles* The teachers even made us bring home all our textbooks and binders and stuff just in case... I hope they just forgot to update and it'll be too icy for the school bus...
You heard me right- I got Takadox and Carapar at the Burlington Lego Store, and I got photos of Carapar! HURRAH!
Pictures:
The first Carapar picture of my gallery! Feast yer eyes!
The second picture, it's a close-up.
A side view!
View of the back.
'Nother side view.
A close-up, again, but sinister.
Here's a link to the gallery, it should become public in a little. The gallery.
Enjoy! I also got the Squid Ammo (yes, it is called that) and Takadox. Expe
Twice, I have tried writing an entry on Marvel's new Captain America, and the [insert incredibly offensive, vulgar, and disgusting word of choice here] power went out, both times. I am not amused by the antics of my local power company, nor by that of the weather or any other chance forces that may be guilty. I mean, I'm especially angry, because Mozilla Firefox has a 'Restore Session' thing for power outages and the like. But apparently while data in other entry fields will be saved, the info i
Yeah, my day was okay... In the "It was so bad I want to hit my head on the wall repeatedly but maybe not" way. First I had French, then the later two non-academic classes were cancelled so all the school could watch a performance of "The Witches" by some of our classmates. It was great, it was a wonderful adaptation of the Roald Dahl book. I was reminded how much I've always loved Roald Dahl's books, and I really oughtta get a few out of the library sometime. Great writing. Then Science and Soc
Using continually repeated statements, bright images, attention-grabbing formats, and most importantly, sleep deprivation (and other methods), the media has been brainwashing us. Think about it. A common technique for breaking wills is repeatedly interrupting sleep- and everybody knows it can be hard to stay up for more at 11. You have to wake up early for the specials, and you have to stay up late for the news, and the media has a bevvy of news channels to keep you continually involved. If you
