Sunday Feb 12, 2006

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I looked through the newspaper and craigslist for job listings. I found a lot of jobs that I'm not suited for, and a lot of bogus offerings. I also got a case of stomach nots and a profound desire to hide under something defensible.

My head is a strange place to live.

Sunday Feb 12, 2006

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I react to stress by hiding in my room and giggling in a depraved manner. It is not helpful or productive.

Saturday Feb 11, 2006

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Ki-Riist. Sigh.

On the one hand, I have the most spankingly awesome living conditions a guy could ask for, provided he was okay with the fact that he was twenty, unemployed, and living in his parents basement.

On the other hand, I'm distinctly lonely, because Anchorage has all the culture and nightlife of a soviet gulag right after the vodka shipment came in.
tinyelvis:
Buck up camper.
it's just a phase smile

Saturday Feb 11, 2006

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I just had the weirdest fucking set of dreams. We're talking some seriously left turn at Kadath stuff here. Along with conversations with people who don't exist in real life I had a house turn into an animated tower and go charging around with me on top of it, things disapearing on me, enormous cartoon monsters wandering through the woods a mile distant, Roads doing...
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Wednesday Feb 08, 2006

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My brain hurts from accumulated rage and frustration, and I don't have a rage-defusing-rod handy to vent off the excess rage. If I just had a rage-bottle I could store the rage and sell it to a passing berserker, who could then use it to go berserk if he needed to tear some arms off and was having a really mellow day.
pensquare:
Considering the stigma unprovoked melee combat has aquired everywhere other than reality-TV shows, I submit that selling Mirth in small doses may be more profitable. As I understand it, the natives call it "beer."

Not that rage potion doesn't already exist. Pass cheap tequila around amongst peers that are already drunk enough to impair motor function, and you can recreate the church scene from 28 Days Later on the second floor of the freshman dorm. Go ahead and give that priest a good whack! He won't remember crap when he wakes up!

Tuesday Feb 07, 2006

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I am so fucking tired. I am also back in Alaska, with some of my swords and most of my clothes and my more powerful computer. And I have so fucking much to do.

Rock along gently, my friends.
figmentation:
kiss kiss kiss
fatality:
Welcome to the Halo!

Thursday Feb 02, 2006

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I'm sitting here looking at my every physical thing from my life for the past two years and trying to think how I can put it in a box in such a way as to prevent it from being damaged in the advent of the basement flooding.
pixie_punch:
preparedness is the key.
back in new york, our basement flooded all the time during thunderstorms. it was all terribly exciting, at the age of 7.

Wednesday Feb 01, 2006

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The basic foundation from which I regard and interact with reality is originates in two very simple questions. 1. What is this thing and 2. is it something which is good to eat.

Everything else follows from there.
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comicking:
1. I do not think, therefore I am not.
2. I don't taste very good.
aaardvark:
Yes, that is it exactly.

Monday Jan 30, 2006

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I have thought up a new game. In this game the players will use scrabble pieces to string together a long line of vowels and consonants, and then whoever is 'it' will improvise a death scene to fit the sound that it makes. Then they will perform the death scene while making the sound.
malinko:
That actually sounds like a interesting game

and thank you!

Monday Jan 30, 2006

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At the end of creation I want the Valkyries to sing 99 Red Balloons as my section joins battle against the Jotuns.
judas:
99 luft baloons is better. go germany.

you got my number? call me when you get to this great land, card games will ensue.
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