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Ah, what a beast that's been unleashed. I'll try and make this quick, as according to some people thus far, I've got some puppies to kick and some nuns to rob. Let's talk about that post one more time. The standard disclaimer lies here, you like it, that's great. You don't like it, that's great too. Most of this is derived from from several, several posts and replies, all tied up into one package, one persons more then others, but since a lot of the points are still the same, I call this a general reply. 1) Let's just start by using an old saying: "You know what happens when you 'assume', you make an ass of u and me." 2) People seem to be going under the assumption that because I don't like something, I haven't given any effort in the least to understanding it. It's just there and like the Common North American Redneck, I just choose to shut my eyes and scream "That's wrong, y'all! Hyuck." I have given things serious thought, run the cycle through my head more then once and decide if I may or may not care for it. Which leads me to a same or similar point, which is being closed minded. I've been accused of a lot of things in my time, but this is a new one to me. I actually got a swing taken at me in high school because I berated someone for them using the word 'Jew' as an insult. I tend to take everything with a big ass grain of salt before I go 'Hey, that's fucked up'. I'm enjoying a heapin' helpin' of delicious irony in some of the replies, being accused of being close minded because I don't accept or understand a certain concept. Or better yet, after much consideration on one of the concepts and I just can't reach a conclusion everyone agrees with, I'm still close minded,despite this being very closed minded. Yummy. 3) Also, go back and look again. Read it carefully. The only person specific is the one that I mentioned leaning up against me. Even then, I was still somewhat non-specific. I recall now the name, but I'm not mentioning it. Never will. And I also want you to go back and quote me a line that states, where I say specifically, that everyone involved in the furry fandom are as the points I described. I reflect mostly on things that have been presented to me by certain elements about, to which I can come up with no other reaction then "Okay, dude, chill out." 4) I also don't expect to be catered to anything, that is, not until I've completed my ninja like stealth conquering of all of North America. I don't expect the entire world to bend around me. Do something about it? I am, that's what you see in this journal. But at the same time, I don't care for the "If you don't like it, get out" attitude. I've seen a lot of people bend and break to this perspective, but as bullheaded as I am, I just can see that. This would be akin to me moving from my current place of residence if they, say, banned having a television. I can either move, tolerate it or do something about it. I'm not moving. I'm not going to tolerate it because I like TV. So what's left? 5) And YES, fucking with people's heads. Yeah, I'm for it. People need their day shaken up now and then. Everyone's too uptight about life and everything and needs a little 'what the hell was that?' moment now and again. The whole squicking the mundanes thing is never, ever done with any kind of style or grace and ends up being childish and retarded. Using ideas that have been presented to me: Go to your local mall and pick a store and ask them at high volumes if they're open on Thursday, then leave. Go onto a busy highway median and get a tan. Speak to someone and randomly stop, but keep moving your mouth like you are saying something still. Ride a skateboard down Wacker Drive while wearing a business suit. Report to work one day dressed like a pimp. Style. 6) I regret nothing.
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For this quiz, use any video game, past, or present. 1) Feeling today: Metal Slug 2) My friends: Medal of Honor 3) My job: Wasteland 4) My social life: Quake III: Team Arena 5) My love life: Einhander XD
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I run the risk of disciplinary action at work, but I need a break. I need to write. I'm sitting in the computer room, things running retarded in my head. I'm compelled to write about what's going on. It's starting to scare me. Honest to god, it's starting to scare me. Is there such a thing as an emergency room for psychology? I'm actually being serious here. I think there's something wrong with my head. I hear things. I feel things. Things that just aren't there. I distinctly heard my cell phone ringing not ten minutes ago. But my phone is sitting at home on my shelf. I hear people talking. Non specific murmurings. An occasional horrified scream. But it's all muted. Like having cotton in your ears. It almost makes me think that I'm being haunted by something. I hear a train right now, rumbling ny, the whistle blowing like a fog horn. I'm all alone here. There's no music playing. But there is. I can hear it, clear as day. Sounds like eighties music. I've had this same experience before in my life. Some of you, the ones who should know, know why and when. But this experience lacks the pleasentness that went along with those. It's just here. No rhyme or reason, bouncing around in my skull. It feels like an ant farm has been built inside my brain. I can hear them walking. Something claws at the back of my eyes. This isn't sleep dep. I know what sleep dep is like. This isn't it. I'm not particularly tired. I'm just here. Making a confession, I've had this happen to me before, but not as previously mentioned, as I mention it now: Out of no where. Intense. Terrifying. But this time it's different. It's a lot louder and I'm having trouble concentrating as I can't ignore it. Maybe I am going insane, like I thought I was.
Current Mood:  scared
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Stupid shit suddenly creeping up. I think I can handle it though. I'm reminded suddenly of something I've been wanting to post for a long time which makes me want to light fire to school busses and drive them into gas stations. More then usual, I mean. I frequently take I94 on my way to work. It's a bit faster, but I have to contend with the "WELCOME TO ILLINOIS, GIVE US MONEY, YOU WORTHLESS FUCK" toll booths. Seventy-five cents a pop. It ain't too cheap on a regular basis. But, I saw something at the toll booths that made me quite agitated. Advertising. Yes, advertising. Not only are they charging you nearly a buck to get across the border, they subject you to advertising from Mobile, right there on the toll gate. "Thanks for your hard earned money, which is too much in the first place, now here, consume, buy gasoline, eat a shit sandwich from Mobile!" I'm getting tired of this. Tired, tired, tired. What the fuck is going on people? I wouldn't mind the ad being there, if the toll rate actually went down, but they're still charging an arm and a leg and kicking you in the teeth with advertising. Not only that, there's still talks of raising toll prices even futher. I don't even live in Illinois anymore and this pisses me off.
Current Mood:  aggravated
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