Exhilaration City: Population - Chaos! Intrepid yet mild-mannered Alex works to rid this reality of all malignant forces and furies. Laboring extensively to keep his secret identity, A-Butz from the public at large, he tirelessly strives to make the world we call our own a place of beauty, peace, and happiness.

Whatever that means, but by way of an ( Read more... )

So I was playing this game recently called "metroid prime" where you shoot aliens and get new weapons. I dreamt last night that I was playing said game, but there were some really fucked up weapons that you could acquire. I was playing and was able to not only turn into a little sphere that rolls around and drops bombs (as in the actual game), but ( Read more... )

Last night, I had a dream in which I went thousands of years back in time. I'm talking like around the time of the early Old Testament. I know this, because I was plopped down in Israel or Babylon or somewhere thereabouts, and I met some fine female who totally wanted to marry me. We liked each other and got married. However, it turned out that she ( Read more... )

I'm at home and I'm bored. What else is new? My parents missed me, and after my dog died, I thought it would be a good idea to come home and reconnect with my home and family. Well, I did, and I realized that connection is boring. I mean, I don't mind my parents, they don't give me as much shit as they used to, but its really boring here. Now I ( Read more... )

Well, I don't. I've got like 12 blankets and 4 sheets below me, and I'll have like 33.4 blankets on me as I sleep. Plus my bed is a futon mattress on top of a boxspring, and half my pillows have no cases. But that's relatively irrelevant ( Read more... )

Like John Doe said in Se7en after he cut off that model's nose and glued her hand to a bottle of sleeping pills, "Uh-oh. I've gone and done it again." And by "gone and done it again," I mean, just as that most well-loved of bald, fingerprint-slicing psychofreaks did, "found myself bored and with enough thoughts on my mind to post on my LiveJournal ( Read more... )

So, I had to write a paper for Public Speaking. It's a pretty stupid paper, critiquing somebody else's speech I heard. Stupid topic, not stupid coming out, because I think I did a real bang-up job. Would you like to know why? Why, I'll tell you exactly why. Because I took an Aderall (I always thought it was Aderol. Sounds more clinical and less ( Read more... )

After three and a half months, I have June, July, and most of August recorded. While I scan through This Summer In Baseball (courtesy the Olde Towne Team) and reminisce about the 12-game winning streak in late June to help me forget about the fact that they won’t make the playoffs this year, I started remembering some of the more memorable games. ( Read more... )

Normally, I'm of the opinion that summer is a great time of year. And I can't help but feel that truly, it is. But fuck. It can't be over soon enough. For divers reasons, I present the following:

1. The heat. Oh, the heat. It's subsided as of late, but I pine for cool, October nights and chilly autumn breezes. And no more sweating.
2. Work. It isn't ( Read more... )

I have a bone to pick. There is a human being that I am apsolutely enraged at. And that human is one Mark Patinkin.

For those of you who don't know, Mark Patinkin is a "columnist" for Rhode Island's Providence Journal. I use the term "columnist" loosely, because Dictionary.com defines the word as a noun, meaning "a journalist who writes ( Read more... )