no one here wants to fight me

You're not going to like me soon.

...but I think I'm okay with that.

Oh, internet. It's times like this, at 2:30am, I am so glad to have you in my life.

Irony: An online art gallery that sprung into existence because deviantArt is full of tightholed prudes was offline for a half hour or so because it's user base got all up in a tiff over one couple saying they had sex in fursuits on the Tyra Banks show.


Yes, that's right.

An online art gallery that has you CLASSIFY YOUR PORNOHGOD I MEAN ART before you submit it (into such vanilla and nuclear categories such as Fat Furs, Paw, Vore, and Baby Fur) went offline from too much traffic caused by trolling a user who admitted her and her consenting boyfriend thing had monogamous sex in fursuits.

EVIDENTLY SHE GAVE FURRIES A BAD NAME.


...
LOLWUT.

It defies logic. I <3 you internet.

Do you want to date my avatar?

DING DING

THE BITCH IS GONE

Worse than hating your job, is liking it, and hating the idea of going anyways.

HEY PIG PIGGY PIG PIG PIG
HEY

MOTHER

FUCKING

PIG


I got nothin'. Honestly, I just want the bus strike over.
I did support the strike at first. Now I think they're just assholes, and that we would benefit greatly from losing Corneillier and Luthor OOPS I MEAN O'BRIEN in a giant pit of fire.

They both suck so incredibly hard I have to wonder if they're moonlighting as consorts, or letting that skill go to terrible waste.

Ok, maybe not strep, but I have something dastardly.

I have permanent snots stuck somewhere between my nose and my throat, but blowing my nose, snorting/sniffling, and coughing (and any bizarre combination thereof) have proved mostly ineffectual in my battle to once again Breathe Clearly. When I am indeed so lucky as to finally pass the obstruction, I could swear that once, perhaps a long time ago, the object I wheeze up could have been alive.

The last one I named Vincent, in honor of Silent Hill 3. That, and it kind of resembled Closers.

Daft Hands. It starts out with you going "wtf is he doing" and ends with you just going "omg".

Star Wars A Capella. Blame Kevin. :D

NIN Piggy Live @ Scotiabank. Hey pig piggy pig pig pig <3

Oh yes. There is a god.

You know what I hate?
I hate learning a new game that's fun and having a bunch of fuckhead wankers taking all the fun out it.

Thanks to anyone who said I couldn't do it if it involved REAL money because el oh el I can't possibly know how to gamble even just a little. Thanks to faggots at tables who see the minimum as 20 and decide to all in their 6k every fucking hand.

Thanks a lot.

Fuck it and fuck you too.

I don't understand Puzzle Pirates. I sort of feel like I must be Doing It Wrong since everyone who talks about it thinks it's awesome. I think it's infuriating.

See: HADOOOOOOKEN

That's me getting roflstomped.

Listen to me like you never have
Listen to me tonight
In no good way has our time been spent
Like our presence was never meant
In no good way has our time been spent
We drink like we don't pay rent
This is not something that we can win
Cause it's not worth anything
So with me as with you
We have nothing to do
While we wait for tomorrow's arms

Fuck today.

Or, Quit Being A Douche, Sometimes It's Just A Word.

This is a link to a news brief about a black man who has his panties bunched because someone made reference to tickets disappearing like they were being sucked into a black hole. In case there's any confusion over what he was referring to, here's a clarification.

Dear Commissioner;
If a black man had said it, instead of a white man, you would not have made this an issue. You knew full well he was referring to a black hole for what it is: a space phenomenon wherein shit that passes the event horizon is gone forever. Sometimes, it's just a word.

No one cares about race anymore except you. No one. cares. about race wars anymore. except you. The ONLY PEOPLE left creating a divide between different races. ARE PEOPLE LIKE YOU.

Fucking consider that.

It's a God Damned Cracker!

Link jacked from Sloot.

In the near future, like, post weekend or so, I'm going to post pictures of a buttload of clothing and other random cramp I will be selling. It'll be x-posted to some of the Ottawa communities. Moving is a reality and there's an awful lot of stuff I have I don't wear anymore.

I am seriously going to pitch the mother of all tantrums if I can't get this snapshots crap to fuck the hell off for good. I've "turned it off" easily a dozen times now. GO AWAY.

All my Python writings will now be posted for public consumption in my oddly named community weekendtranny. This is because I have a few friends without livejournals who'd like to keep up on it. Anyone can join, and anyone can comment, but only a few peeps will have post privs. Really, I'm mostly using it as an alternative to a custom friends group, and I don't really feel like having an entirely separate journal, so this seemed like the best option.

All entries are tagged and public, and sorted by various lj-cuts to keep it simple and easy to navigate.

Once I'm done re-doing my old entries there, the ones here will be shifted to private so it's not duplicate city. :)

I regret to inform you that I have lost the game.

Alrightee. Between being cranky and sick and under-slept, as well as being the proud owner of leg-developing books, I have decided SPAM. I mean, I've decided to try and learn Python-- again.

YES, foolish fiends, once again, I'm making that annoying call for anyone who WANTS to be in the exclusive cool kids' club. Those of you who were added the first time around are still on, so Matt, Kev, O, and Sloot, y'all are still innit, k.

This time I vow to suck less. :D

HUZZAH.