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Sometimes I type up huge diatribes about how self-defeating so many SJW arguments are and then I stare at it and wind up deleting it all because most of the time, there doesn't really seem to be any way to make these people see when they're being actually pretty racist/sexist/other kind of *ist with their ideas. It's sad; I thought of social ( Read more... ) -
I already said this on Twitter, but...
The last minute or so of "Stand On the Horizon" by Franz Ferdinand is amazing; it rolls over my arteries and veins like gravel. It makes me feel like I'm vibrating from the inside out. I can't stop listening to it ( Read more... ) -
VZG's Tips on How to Be a Decent Customer at Your Grocery Store Deli, Part Two
I counted everything today, during my break. We sell one hundred thirty-seven different products (for slicing), including twenty-one turkeys, fifteen hams (not including spiced hams, hot hams, prosciutto, etc), and forty kinds of cheese ( Read more... ) -
LIIIIIIIIIIIEEEFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELD!
Dude! Apparently last year the guys who did the 40 Worst Rob Liefeld Drawings list wrote a follow-up! Score ( Read more... ) -
Sometimes, I just don't know what to do.
Increasingly of late, the new ideas I form for stories have female main characters. Which is good, I feel! I'm glad that it's coming naturally. I do want to tell women's stories. I want to write about kind of telepathic journalists solving murders and immortal teenagers struggling to connect to humanity ( Read more... ) -
BEEP BEEP BEEP KILLEVERYTHINGWITHFIRE BEEP BEEP BEEP
HOW CAN PEOPLE STAND THE SOUND OF ALARMS GOING OFF?
I mean, I was under the impression that they were made to be deliberately irritating to listen to so that it would encourage people to recognize them and either come to the source to stop them or, depending on the type, leave the area. And they really fucking works on me. I get incredibly tense ( Read more... ) -
If I don't write this down I might just burst.
Hey aynisha: I miss you, and I'm sorry. -
About my dreams, again.
So I had this long, ever-changing dream that involved a very tall haunted house and a search for money by hundreds of people, coupled with a quest by some of them to unleash ancient, malevolent gods upon the world. At first, as per usual, I was myself, but then I quickly began switching from character to character as though it was a video game with ( Read more... )