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On the freedoms of atheism. [04 Feb 2008|01:30pm]
[ mood | philanthropic ]

[ Advance Health Directive | Contingency VII ]

  In the event that I (a) am rendered mentally incapacitated to status of brain death or severe disability, by disease or physical damage; (b) do not suffer any chronic bloodborne disease; (c) have sufficiently outlived the ban on sourcing blood products from males with homosexual experiences; THEN I hereby authorize the following course of action, as outlined herein:

• Any and all brain function remaining must be disabled, surgically or medicinally, permanently.

• My body will be provided basic life support, including, but not limited to, respiration and dialysis, iron-rich nutritional formula, by way of nasogastric tube, so that my body’s face may be permanently sealed to minimize naso-oral infection.

• A central venous catheter will be installed. It will be used to deliver additional antivirals and antibiotics, saline solution, and to extract blood.

• My body’s blood volume will be reduced to a level maximizing blood production while maintaining cellular respiration. This blood will be considered a donation to the medical facility housing my body, to be used in research or transfusions as it sees fit.

• My body will continue to serve as a living and indefinite donor until (a) it no longer produces viable blood; (b) it is rendered obsolete or inefficient by synthetic production or overabundance of more efficient donors; (c) it develops disease invalidating its usefulness; (d) the general population develops such that blood group O negative is no longer useful for transfusion.

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[13 Jun 2007|08:52am]
Don Herbert has abandoned us.

Perhaps William Nye will step up, but one cannot possibly have much hope in times such as these.
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[20 Dec 2006|01:37pm]

Thanks to everyone who came out to see me during my brief stay. To those I didn't see, or only saw for a few minutes, and you were legion, I apologize from the deepest part of my shallow lil heart, which loves you all.

See how much I miss you all? Even my clauses are over-dependant.
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[27 Nov 2006|04:23am]
"I'm afraid the bullet shattered his second and third metacarpals, and did extensive damage to the ligamenture."

"Will he ever be able to play again?"

"Yes, but his crescendos will be forever terse."
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[01 Nov 2006|04:28am]
Hope you had a horrorshow Halloween.

I did.
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Dear Livejournal, [22 Oct 2006|02:42pm]
Ah, nevermind.
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[19 Sep 2006|09:39pm]
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[13 Sep 2006|04:08pm]
[ mood | bdayish ]

Anyone in the area:

It's my birthday. I'm going to the beach. It's not so beachy out, but there will be a bonfire and smores and whatnot.

Come join me and a whole slew of people at Golden Gardens.

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[20 Jul 2006|04:18am]
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle has brought to my attention the word 'coöperate'. At the time, I admit, I was a bit confused by the umlaut, and thought that maybe the word was actually borrowed from language and has since lost its diacritical marks, like café, but it is not. Apparently, in that usage it is called a diaeresis, and is merely meant to express that the second 'o'and the first 'o'should not be mixed to create a close-back-rounded vowel like in 'loot'.

Why, that's obvious though, isn't it? Who would pronounce 'cooperate' to rhyme with 'recuperate'?

A very significant number of people pronounce 'zoology' in exactly that way. With the spelling 'zoölogy', it's very clear that the correct pronunciation causes it to rhyme with 'oology'. Of course, even if people realized that the first syllable was just 'zo' it's just as reasonable that they might pronounce it, not knowing better, like 'to' or 'do', rather than 'go', 'no', 'so', or 'yo'; so it might not help much anyway. Still though, I say we bring it back. Everyone join in on the great diaeresis rennaissance!

"Yeah, yeah, Div," you say, "don't get all pedantic on us. You're not perfect."

Of course, I'm not. Only tonight did I also learn about 'aërial', which is embarrassing, since i had been pronouncing it with only three syllables to rhyme with the name 'Ariel'. Oops. Maybe that's an argument for using ligatures for vowel dipthongs, as in 'diæresis', but that's another post.

Real update to follow in a matter of days. I promise.
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[22 May 2006|05:55pm]
[ mood | makey ]

I've decided to invent a meme that requires effort, is fun, and most importantly won't leave me wanting to tear my eyes out when I see it proliferate.

Find a (web)comic you like, then create a strip in which you personally make a guest appearance.

I picked Diesel Sweeties because my pixel skills far outweigh any of my other drawing ones, I love Red Robot, and because Richard Stevens is awesome beyond words.

I didn't know what to put in terms of artist/concept recognition that didn't sound like a 12-year-old Elfwood user begging Larry Elmore not to sue her for posting a pencil-on-legal-pad interpretation of Tasslehoff Burrfoot, so I'm not going to put anything on the subject save: read Diesel Sweeties and support R Stevens.

A lot of you are drawers! Make me proud!

Bonus points if your writing is good too.

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... [06 May 2006|07:02pm]

The People Here
by Ford A. Nickel

  Sometimes you take a step out your front door, and realize very quickly that it's going to be a strange day. Sometimes it's the smell of the air, or the way the clouds hang. Today it was the child sitting on a stoop across the street, playing a particularly somber version of Gounod's Funeral March of a Marionette on a plastic toy trumpet. He was weeping openly.
  Making my way up the hill for breakfast, I saw a man sitting on the corner shaking a change cup. I tossed in a few coins and tried to ask him his story, but he couldn't hear me over his iPod.
  Closer to the top of the hill, what must have been an eight year old girl was chalking a butterfly on the sidewalk. She had already completed a stylized pink sunflower, a hopscotch court, and the words "sabotage the war". She had curly blond hair, bright eyes, and was missing her two front teeth.
  Later in the day, a Native American of unknown tribe in a worn out jacket and Rainier Lager baseball cap approached me like a talk show host walking onstage to start his monologue, with arms outreached and a huge smile. He asked, rhetorically, what one calls a white man surrounded by Indians. He actually gave me a few seconds to think about it before springing the answer on me: a bartender. He asked if he could have some change to buy more booze before he starts sobering up. The man
wasn't intoxicated in the least; it was just a spare changing schtick. I'm not sure if his angle was that youth culture tends to embrace vice and faux-honesty, or that white guilt finds relief in the reinforcement of stereotypes. I gave him a dollar either way.
  I never saw any of these people before, and I may never see them again. For such a physically small city, this in itself is unusual. There are, however, a few recurring characters.
  There is a girl I see on the streets all the time. She's often spinning around, screaming at, and taking swings at, unseen assailants. Sometimes she insists they not look at her, other times she's claiming that she's of pure blood and that her wings have just been torn off. She has a very specific walking circuit to maximize her exposure to the public. For a short time she was openly accusing them of raping her in the same tone that someone would say "Oh darling, petite syrah again?" I don't think it was as well received and she has since reverted to her original, more Paradise-Lostish routine. The precision of her performance and her repetition of lines every now and then tells me she's not really crazy, but wants us to think she is. It's uncertain to me whether her act is street theatre or if she just likes the attention, but she never breaks character.
I call her Dame Quixote.
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[27 Apr 2006|12:50pm]
[ mood | hmm ]

Regina Spektor
Kronos Quartet
Massive Attack
The Dresden Dolls

Those are the concerts coming in the next month that I am considering the attendence thereof. The problem with concerts is that they're often on fri/sat nights, which is when I'm serv(ic)ing the public. I'm already taking the fifth off because it's no pants day and, incidently, El Cinco de Mayo, and I can't kill off all my cashcows for steakery sammiches.

So then, if I can only pick one or two of them, which should they be? =\


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[14 Mar 2006|03:55pm]

Mathematics is the language of nature.
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(I get away with it by claiming antejulian calendarship) [12 Mar 2006|02:08am]
[ mood | dorky ]

2006 State Of The Div

Patrons, adulators, and malefactors! I address you from my Caladonian home to tell you of things.

A new year is upon us. As such, there are some news and olds regarding your humble friend.

I would first like to declare 2006 to be my first semicentennial Jubilee Year. That is to say that all debts to me are forgiven. Yup. You're all off the hook. I know, for instance, that Pudicus has been having trouble sleeping lately, wracked by the guilt of how many Cokes he owes me over lost bets, and I cannot live with that anymore. Fly free, little bird. Fly free. I'm a huge fan of Yovel, and would like to bring it back to the masses. Anyone who wants to help can declaring this his or her first Jubilee also, and we'll celebrate it again in 2056. It'll be a good time. Oh, you also have to release all your slaves, if you have any. so, er... get on that.

On a sadder note, it has been 367 days, since Mom died, and aside from spending an ungodly amount of money and time moving and getting settled in to a new place, I still feel like nothing has really changed for me since. I'm still, essentially, working for a living and advancing slowly. So much in fact, that I can pretty much sum up my year for this state address in, like, five paragraphs. I've made lots of great new friends, but haven't really made any headway into my stated purpose for moving, outside of not freezing to death over winter, of which I am quite proud. It's weird how all kinds of things are happening at home, with the house and family and relationships and whatnot. It feels like I just get the view of how life goes on without my presence, like It's A Wonderful Life or somesuch.

I missed my admission deadline for the University of Washington for fall, but that's okay. I work with lots of people with BA degrees, and we're pretty much all in the same boat regardless. Political science is a nice academic field, but not applicable until I'm older. Almost every politician in history has had a law, military, or business career for prior to politicking, and I'm just not in the position to do so yet. Anything I could do with my degree, working for campaigns and whatnot, I can do without as well. Therefore, I have be working on something more workable until then.

So, in short, I'm doing plan B first, then moving back to plan A in two years. In one month, I'll be going to Seattle Central for a year and a half to attain a degree in Apparel Design. As some of you know, it's something I've always been interested in, and I've done a bit of preliminary design work anyhow, but have no technical knowledge or expertise or equipment with which to put it into practice. This series of courses will force all three upon me. I would actually have to develop a line as my degree thesis, which is awesome.

As a final point, I started a project in 2005 and shall report on it's progress. If you remember, I started a new diet, based in part on tesla's a little over a year ago. At the time, I weighed 203 lbs, 57 of which were pure fat. That sounds so gross. Sixty pounds of fat! As of today, I weigh 163lbs, only 28 of which are fat. Mind you, thirty pounds of fat still sounds gross, but I feel much better. I am now literally half as fat as I was a year ago. I assume the other ten lost pounds was water and bone mass to support the extra weight. Now I could chalk it up to proper eating, exercise, et cetera, but the truth is that neph has gotten lazy about transferring fat to me via voudou. I myself accredit this to my own dealings with the Ti Malice, whom I feel I have a better working relationship with than Neph at this point. Oh, in case you were wondering, no there will not be a followup set of naked me pictures this time around. Maybe down the road. Or by request.
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[27 Feb 2006|04:18pm]
[ mood | warm | fuzzy ]


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[09 Jan 2006|11:59pm]
[ mood | Whee! ]

After long wait, here begin the serial adventures of our intrepid protagonist, traveling as James Mason, and his companion, Phineas Thorpe, during their exodus from St. Louis to Seattle. It had been in post-production since October, and the first installment is now presented for your enjoyment.

26 September 2005 - Day One
O'Fallon, Missouri to Hinton, Oklahoma! - 569 Miles

"Had I been driving in the right lane where I was supposed to be, or slightly faster, we would surely be dead today."Collapse )
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[25 Dec 2005|11:09am]

Snowflake Jake says,
So Happy Snowflake Day to Everyone!

Now let's cabbage patch.
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[25 Dec 2005|01:38am]
A middle aged man sits in a car, alone, parked at the side of the street. Donna Summer's "Hot Stuff" plays loudly enough to be heard through the insulation of the vehicle, while the man consumes a thousand calorie ultimate cheeseburger sandwich with zeal. He is either the world's happiest man, or the world's saddest.

Neither you or I will never know which, though.
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[21 Dec 2005|10:05pm]
In St. Louis 29 December — 3 Janurary.

New Years Eve Party at rRcⅡ.

Debauchery, Punch, Pie.

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[17 Nov 2005|01:17am]
Have access to my bank funds again / going to ikea this weekend / have padding to form sufficient bed, am now happy / first day of work is tomorrow.

But all that is chicken scratch.

I don't to sound like a queer or nothing, but.....

Around 15 years ago, a young boy, me, listened to some music and fell in love. Tonight, he finally saw them live. From a distance of like 20 feet. It was two hours long, with the band leaving and coming back TWICE. =D Sooo good. The whole audience was singing all the songs as old as I am, and the main singer, despite being 43, is still amazingly hot. If I wrote any more, I'd never stop writing, so I'll leave it at this.

The band is, of course, Depeche Mode.
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[05 Nov 2005|01:38am]
Hey all. I just signed my least today, so I'll be out of computer contact for a week or so. When I get back, I'll post all those things I've been promising that I would. But this time, I mean it. No, really, I'll get around to it.

More importantly though, it's Neph's fuckin birthday and, of course, Guy Fawkes Night. Remember, remember the fifth of november everyone. The day that the first and last person ever entered Parliament with noble intentions.

I'll shoot off some fireworks to celebrate both events.
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[11 Oct 2005|12:05am]
Life is still in flux. Should be stabalising in the next day or two, I hope. Staying with really awesome people, but want to give them their couch back. =) If things go well, I'll be able to post pictures of my new place and of all the adventures I've gone through.

In the meantime, go to your local landmark theatre (thats Tivoli / Hi Pointe for you st. louis folk), and see Mirrormask. It's Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean's new film, (with a lot of work done by the Jim Henson Company) and it is gorgeous. In a lot of ways, it bears a similarity to Wizard Of Oz and Neverending Story, but is completely original and absolutely delightful.

Go see it! I have commanded it.
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[05 Oct 2005|04:14pm]
In Seattle. Alive. Adventures will follow shortly.
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[26 Sep 2005|02:08am]
[ mood | sad | anxious ]

In approximately 8 hours, i'll be leaving my permanent residence of St. Louis and heading out west.

I'm a little panicky. I don't quite feel like i'm prepared for this.

I once said that everything that I own could be burned to the ground except my hard drive and my teddy bear, Jambalaya.

That's not too far from the case right now. It's bizarre how expensive moving is. I'm kindof doing this triage right now on the value of things versus the cost of shipping them. I have something like 12 cubic feet to work with here. =\

Wish me good travels and i'll read all about it a few days after I get to Seattle.

To all my friends I'm leaving behind, I love you all dearly and I'm not sure that I'll be okay without you. I'll miss every one of you.


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[23 Sep 2005|05:49am]

party at my house tonight, friday. stop.
attend or squads will be sent to eliminate you. stop.
there will be punch and pie. bring booze. stop.

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[18 Sep 2005|05:49am]
So, for those wondering about the logistics of Tink and my exodus to the new promised land that is Seattle, here it is:

map and itenerary hereCollapse )
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last minute notice [13 Sep 2005|06:23pm]
Well, I can't get ahold of Neph or Gene, so if they read this, dinner is at 8pm. Directions are here.

For all others in the St. Louis area who want to see me before I leave you forever, would to well to meet us at Mokabe's around midnightish.
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bathtub thoughts [10 Sep 2005|07:29am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

The trend towards ineffectual discourse is directly porportunate to the decline in smoking. A man may comfortably, both physically and socially, with briar in mouth contemplate the strengths and weaknesses of his companions arguments; without, he is left to ramble thoughtlessly, simply to fill the social void and occupy said mouth.

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[07 Sep 2005|01:06am]
Soo.... about that birthday thing. Yeah. I have a semi-official guest list right now, but I'll need to make reservations and so need it to be quite official.

If you plan on attending, répondez s'il vous plaît.

[ Edit ]



and one other not on here.
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[25 Aug 2005|11:41pm]
Dear tesla,

You alledgedly owe Kaly and Tim some money. Coincidentally, they also owe me money. Therefore, if this is true, and you also have available funds, you could correct two debts in one fell swoop by paying it straight to me on their behalf (well, up to $572.46 anyhow).

As an added incentive, if you do, I'll use it to pay your way to the decadence that will be my birthday madness.

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!! [22 Aug 2005|04:58pm]
Okay, bitches. Listen up. It's time to pay tribute to me.

My 23rd Birthday is approaching and I demand many happy returns!!

As to effect that, you are hereby requested and required to attend a feast in my honour a day, a week, and a fortnight from today by your own wage, so that you may tell me wonderful things of myself.

Id est, Tuesday 13 September 2005 - We will dine at the Monarch.

You will ingest a minimum of five courses. The cost to you should be $50 - $70, although that is sans vino. During a previous 23rd birthday, Pud and I dropped $100 each, although that represented exceptional levels of indulgence. You may preview our menu here.

It is very important that you attend, because I am going to leave you forever; I'm moving to Seattle the weekend of 23 September, via Albuquerque.

Now go and prepare, thralls!
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[03 Aug 2005|04:59am]
[ mood | tired | happy ]

Ellie knitted me wanking cozies for my hook hands!!


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[30 Jul 2005|01:03pm]
[ mood | accomplished yet listless ]

So I took my exit assement at school yesterday.

Which means I exited.

Which means I have a degree now.


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for those who didn't hear... [25 Jul 2005|05:26am]
[ mood | ...you know how I feel. ]

The Urban Exploration went well. There were five of us, though only three actually went into the storm drain. Unlike our first engagement with the thing about a year ago, most of the mud had been cleared out (it was a fathom deep last time!). The humidity was so think in the air that even our high powered lights woudn't penetrate more than a short distance, and let me tell you, when you're 30 feet underground and you can't see anything ahead or behind you except darkness, it's kinda spooky.

Unfortunately, we did some crawling through the water, and now I think I may now have some kind of superbubonic hepatitodiptheriantary, or something else horrible.

However. It was totally worth it. If not for the adventure, then for the look on the face of the security guard when I came crawling out of a manhole in front of him. =) We had a brief conversation with him, and I was quite manic. I think he was too shocked to call the police. It was great.

Next time, we conquer the tallest building in Westport. Oh yes. I'm going for the gold, baby.

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[22 Jul 2005|05:29pm]
[ mood | NOW ]

Last minute notice.

Urban Exploration.

South St. Louis Riverfront.



Also, music prior.

There will be punch and pie.

Aiming for 9pm.

Who's with me?

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[14 Jul 2005|02:09pm]
[ mood | okay ]

I imagine there is a certain calm in anticipation. Some people call it the 'quiet before the storm.'

I suppose I'm about to that point.

Since I haven't written anything of value in several months, which is in itself questionable, I suppose I should give some background. Xellie and Pudicus have been living with my father and me for several weeks (Senatus Populusque Ruina!!). It's a pretty good time. Not only do I live with friends, it significantly cuts down on the mortgage and utils, and we only lose the master bedroom and kitchen in the process. =) I'm about to finish off junior college, which is to say that tomorrow is my final for my last course, which I have a solid 'A' in. I also have a new job, working for Outback, which is pretty good money and really good food. The uniform is ridiculous though: white shoes, every day of the year. Jesus wept.

So here's where things are starting to pick up. Soon, I'll be applying to the University Of Washington, in Seattle, for poltical science. Once I get in, I'll be also going for economics and law. Since it'll take several months to a year to attain residency status, it means that I'll have to be moving there and establishing myself in relatively short order. One of the advantages of working at a chain restaurant is that you can transfer pretty easily, and I should have enough money to get myself a place and maybe meet people so I don't watch the walls all day. Technically, this would mean there would be an opening here once i'm gone, but thats still only a strong possibility. (Anyone interested?) For all I know I might wind up at UMSL, slitting my arms open.

I suppose that's about it for the recent past and nigh future.

More to come, someday.

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The Other Day I Burned Rome To The Fucking Ground [26 May 2005|10:38pm]
[ mood | whee! ]

This will only make sense if you know this man:

This is Schmoo.
He is unobtrusive.
He has a beard.

lots of imagesCollapse )
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Meta [19 May 2005|03:39pm]
[ mood | illin ]

You know, I don't post enough, but a I read a lot.

Therefore, I'm going to make a pluggy post about webcomics, because I likes em. Specifically, I'm going to link you all about the ones I think are good so that you may enjoy them too, if you so like, and ask that if there is something you think I would like to read, that you comment with a link to it and a microsummary. If this starts a meme though, i'm shooting every one of you and myself (afterwards, don't think you'll get off that easy).

Everyone is familiar with Penna Arcade, so I'm not going to say anything about it, but get it out of the way for the sake of completness. I like Gabe, but Tycho has a cooler namesake.

Mac Hall, by Matt Boyd and Ian McConville, is fairly amusing about academia and geekdom in general. They've come a /long/ way, artistically. Unfortunately, it seems as though the art has continuously improved while the writing has gone somewhat downhill. Still a good read, though.

Errant Story, written and drawn by Michael Poe is his second work I've enjoyed, the first being the now-over, but still totally worth reading Exploitation Now. Errant Story is about the politicking of a powerful church, several elven nations, and a some martial arts schools. The central plot is a half-elf girl on a quest to find an ancient tome to gain god-like powers to pass her final exams with, and the people she travels with on the way.

Gone for a long time, and sort-of back is Life Of Riley, by Dan Jaaren, which went pretty solid and was some mixture of a group of Floridian geeks, and of course angels, demons, vampires, and lots of other occult judaism, with plenty of fun mixed in. If the Ruinists had really built and incorporated more of a theological aspect to our existance, and any of us could and would draw, we might have had made something similar. The series went on a something like 6 month hiatus, but is back and has updated like thrice in as many months. So it's slow now, but worth reading the archives of.

R.K. Milholland's Something Positive has gained a lot of recognition in the past year, and is probably the second most recognised one on this list, following PA. It's about aloof Davan his sado-cynical asian comrades, Aubrey and PeeJee, friend Jason, and amorphous cat, Choo-Choo Bear. There's too much to summarise here, with A and B and C plots roaming around madly. It's good. Read it. It updates every day and is the artist's sole line-of-work.

New Gold Dream is Milholland's side-project. It's basically an rpg being ran inside the SP world by PeeJee, with characters similar looking to actual persons in said universe. You were there, and you were there, and you too. (Like Oz). It's pretty okay so far, but Randy's been waiting for his backlog to fill up before he starts posting them regularly in June.

Sexy Losers, formerly The Thin H Line, by Clay, is an old hentai-based comic. I'm fairly certain there is male or female nudity, pissing, cumming, or something of that ilk in each one. It's quite blatant, but ohhh so funny. The upside: The archives are done by theme, so you can follow characters around semi-linearly and whatnot. The downside: the artist has some kind of wrist inflamation (fap fap joke here), and doesn't update much at all anymore. As in, the last comic is dated 2004. It's a howl to read though.

This would be a good place to insert an old friend of mine, The Parking Lot Is Full. Iconoclastic, funny, and oh-so-wrong. It's drawn by Jack McLaren and written by Pat Spacek. It uses everything from McDonalds characters, so Sesame Street, to everyday folks. I guess it's a bit like Larson's Far Side boiled into an uebertincture, and injected straight into your eyes. The strip ended in 2002, but it's totally worth reading. As an aside, while it was going, before we had RSS feeds and whatnot, we'd get notified of updates via mailing list, which always contained a good really pulpy fiction.

A Lesson Is Learned (But The Damage Is Irreversible), written by Dale Beran and drawn by David Hellman, despite the clunky title, is awesome. It's a little inexplicable, but in a dreamlike kind of way: excusable, if you will. The art is /really/ fun, and like PLIF, it often contains a good chunk of finction with it, although it only updates once every week or two.

The Perry Bible Fellowship, by Nicholas Gurewitch, rules. It's often a little inexplicable as well, but soooo cute and terrible. Terrible dyno-, not terrible Costner. It has a multitude of themes. I think the artist sits around and thinks of something and giggles and writes it, no matter what it is. YOu will read it. It is good.

My personal jury is still out on Kazu Kibuishi's Copper. It's like a really cute calvin and hobbes, without any ill will or sarcasm. It makes you feel better, but that doesn't mean it's good. It's like masturbating into a hallmark card, but with really really good art. I still read it, though.

Jeph Jacques writes and draws Questionable Content. He illustrates it /entirely/ on a Wacom tablet. A lot of people use them, but if you look at your average Oekaki board, you can't help but /really/ respect this guy's work. It's super clean art that's really funny and has really likable characters. One downside, for me anyhow, is the hipster theme going. Imagine that all the computer geekery of most of these webcomics was replaced with music geekery, and that's what you get here, but there's a lot of play between people archetypes and such that work to its advantage. I suspect that it will lead to a popularisation of "Foo McFooeypants", "Footron" "Foosaurus" type words for people in the near future.

Jacques' side project, Indie Tits, is more music focused than QC, and the art is reduced to reused scenes with various speech bubbles. Think PA's Bench series. It's still pretty good though, and always two frames, so it's a fast chuckle, and the tits are awfully cute, i must say, especially the ones out in the winter setting.

Okay, that's all. I know I kinda got bored halfway through and went generic, but that's okay, cause I don't care. Feel free to leave suggestions of your own.

There are a lot of them, but it's not so bad. Cause I use Opera, and that means they all load simultaneously with three keystrokes (or two mouse clicks), bitches.

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[14 May 2005|02:54am]
[ mood | tired ]

Friday, 13 May 5.

So it started, as normal, with procrastination. Midnight has just clicked over and I was putting of some homework. So, like any person a mere 20 hours from his deadline to have 16 pages of report written, I did what any sensible person would do. I went shopping. Shopping for the kinds of things a boy needs. Like a new shower poof, and facial scrub mittens, and a sleeping mask. Oh, and new razor blades and a set of clippers. You know, the things a boy needs. I'd gone kind of feral and hadn't shaved in about three weeks. So I clippered and shaved myself down. It was refreshing, and then I had myself a nice mud mask. So I feel all cleanly now. And then, at 3am, with 13 hours left before deadline... I go to sleep.

9am. Wake up. Have a cup of tea. Start writing ass off. Madness.

Around 3, I leave for school. For some reason I was under the assumption that it takes the same amount of time during rush hour as during nighttime. Get there around 4:30. Get documents printed and to appropriate office .

okay, this is already boring. i'm sorry.

Point being, car overheats, i got turned down for a Gap card. (boo), and I now have everything done in 3 of 4 courses. I walked around kirkwood a lot and ate an Amici's, which defies my 'no dining italian' rule, but was still excellent (dusted orange roughy with asparagus, more mushrooms than god (less than katie), and the most perfect lemon-butter-chardonnay sauce evar). Unfortunately, I thought it was going to focus more on teh lemon than the butter and paired my wine wrong (sauvignon blanc, which was too sharp), but it was still a great meal. The server was annoying though. Every five seconds he was doing either a disco stu/quagmire "aww yeah", the scooby doo laugh, or somethign else i've already repressed. It's like Dave Coulier's evil twin. I swear I heard that damned scooby gaffaw like 14 times over the course of my hour there. It was absolutely rediculous.

That's all. Kay bye.


[09 May 2005|07:24am]
[ mood | morningy ]

I fully expected to write something yesterday for Mother's Day, but apparently I didn't.

Suffice to say, I visited mom at the cemetary. It was a really nice day, and the wind was blowing, and she has a pretty nice place there. There's a lake with swan and trees swaying around in the wind everywhere, and a magnificent sunset. I should have brought a picnic.

It was saddening and a little depressing though, and not because I was there, or even that mom was there, but that there were so many children there. Like, 7-10 year olds. They can be dismissed on any other day, but a person can't not know exactly why they were there yesterday. Not for a lost uncle, or cousin, or anything else. I knew they were all there to say "happy Mother's Day" too.

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Genital proclivity. [09 Apr 2005|12:08am]
[ mood | blah ]

Logic tells me this: no non-good news is not non-news. I suppose I agree.

Something like exactly one year ago, I was on a plane over the Atlantic.

That's about it for tonight. Lots of thoughts, but they're not really accessable. You know how it is.

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[05 Apr 2005|11:12pm]
[ mood | boo =( ]

The evil thing about okcupid quizes is that the images are hosted on the okcupid site.

See, i have host file entries for the quizfarm and quizzilla and all the other big quiz generator places so that when you people post them i don't have to load the graphics and can skim over the "Which Barbie Wardrobe Am I" and whatnot, but i can't do that with the okc ones, cause then i couldn't see the people there, which provide a nice distraction sometimes.


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It's springtime! [29 Mar 2005|04:48pm]
[ mood | ggrrrreat! ]

UV Index1 Low
WindFrom SSE at 13 mph
Pressure29.62 in.↑
Dew Point46°F
Visibility10.0 miles
StatusFucking Beautiful
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Public Service Announcement [25 Mar 2005|05:24am]
[ mood | | → / → __ ]

For anyone doing homework, especially that of paper-writing, I highly suggest a blend of coffee and E&J's Cask & Cream liqueur (If you prefere whiskey to brandy, Bailys works just fine). The point being that the caffeine is a stimulant and diuretic, alcohol is a depressant and disinhibitant, and cream is a subcutaneous adipose anabolist, or fattenant. The stimulant and depressant combine to make you go sideways, while the drink's other qualities ensure that you're pissing words onto your page, not caring about them, and growing fatter all the while.

At least, it's working for me pretty well.

Additionally, I crave marula. Anyone who can bring to me the fruit of the Sclerocarrya birrea tree may fellate me whilst I eat it.

That is all.

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story time! [23 Mar 2005|08:32pm]
[ mood | writey, i guess. ]


"It was the eyes, I think," he said.

Lying on her stomach, she turned to face him, across the bed. "Hmm?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, you have a great ass too," he said, playfully smacking it, "but I think it was the eyes that really got me."

She smiled and rolled her eyes, not out of skepticism, but out of insecurity. Her naked skin still glistened with sweat. A few strands of hair were plastered to her forehead. The room smelled of fabric softener and sex.

"But seriously, the first time I saw you... It was last year, remember? I thought you had the most beautiful eyes."

It was like yesterday to her. Sitting in the park. It was about to rain, and the sky just felt charged. He was walking Bailey, his dog... their dog. He sat on the bench next to her and looked into her. It was perfect.

"We should go somewhere," he suggested.

"You mean like, to the dining room?", she teased.

"No, to an island, in the Caribbean. Just you and me. Get away from all this city madness for a while."

She melted and realized that everything was exactly how she wanted it to be.

"I think I'm in love wi--"

She kissed him deeply, cutting him off, pulling him close and climbing onto him.


"It was the eyes, I think," he said.

She turned on her barstool to face the stranger.


"Oh, don't get me wrong, you have a great ass too," he said, playfully smacking it, "but I think it was the eyes that really got me."

Her eyes rolled with contempt. This was the second, no, third time tonight. She had been dancing for a while now and had come to expect this sort of thing. That didn't mean she had to like it. She didn't mind the free drinks, though.

"But seriously, the first time I saw you... It was last year, remember? I thought you had the most beautiful eyes."

She didn't remember. She hadn't even been working here last year. Maybe he's been following her from job to job. The thought chilled her, but not much. It was pretty common.

"We should go somewhere," he suggested.

"Let me guess, to your place?" It was practically scripted for her.

"No, to an island, in the Caribbean. Just you and me. Get away from all this city madness for a while."

Oh, now she'd heard everything. This had gone on long enough. She raised her hand to make a familiar gesture, one she used far too often, she thought.

"I think I'm in love wi--"

Security tackled him to the bar, pulling his arms behind him and dragging him away.

She had to get back on stage.

"It was the eyes, I think," he said.

She grinned playfully. "Hmm?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong, you have a great ass too," he said, playfully smacking it, "but I think it was the eyes that really got me."

She rolled her eyes with amusement. They were folding polo shirts for the store's display. Lilac, canary yellow, and cyan: Easter was vomiting on fashion again this year.

"But seriously, the first time I saw you... It was last year, remember? I thought you had the most beautiful eyes."

They had been at a party, and he had just broken up with his last boyfriend over something or other she didn't remember. She wasn't having the best night herself, and they both needed cheering up. They'd been inseparable since.

"We should go somewhere," he suggested.

"I was just thinking we should get Thai for lunch," she started.

"No, to an island, in the Caribbean. Just you and me. Get away from all this city madness for a while."

He was joking, of course. They couldn't even make it to Alabama on a Gap wage. He could always make her laugh though. She knew he would always be there for her.

"But if we left right now, what would you do about Steve?" she asked, smiling.

"I think I'm in love wi--"

A customer interrupted to ask about a the polo shirts he couldn't find right behind him.

She flashed him a smirk, and went back to folding.
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industrial espionage, domination, humiliation, white slavery, and false advertising [23 Mar 2005|06:26am]
[ mood | grrsigh ]

So i've been meaning to post this for a long time, but never got around to it. Right now, i'm procrastinating against doing my homework, and this gives me a perfect opportunity to rant.

Okay. So a while back, we learned that there would be an Aeon Flux film. Yay! Then as details started coming in, it started looking worse... now that we know the cast, the bitching can truely begin.

Lets start with the main character. Aeon Flux. Monikan double agent. Tall and lanky, a kinda olive complexion, and lots of leather. also throw in the completely characteristic hair that they even reference it on the promo site/poster for the film here. She looks like this:

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[17 Mar 2005|02:15pm]
[ mood | not on fire ]

When I grow up, I want to be a furious angel: wings spread, lance oiled and burning, armour smeared in the blood of the anointed class. In hoc signo vinces and all.

i dunno. it was a stray thought, and i wanted to say something.

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[11 Mar 2005|07:40pm]
[ mood | okay ]

First of all, I want to thank everyone who left a comment in my last post. It was amazing to see so many people come out of the woodwork, especially people who i didn't think i'd ever hear from again or thought didn't really read me in the first place, so that was totally awesome and made my day. =)

The visitation for mom will be tomorrow (12 March) between 4pm and 8pm. It's closed casket, so it won't be akward or anything, and there aren't any speeches or tearjerking stuff going on, it's just for visiting with us, the family, and to wish mom good luck and whatnot. I really really hope that my friends here in the St. Louis area, especially those of you that knew mom, would come tomorrow.

The actual funeral service is Sunday, 13 March, at 1pm. It's a little more somber and formal and religious, so I can understand if no one wants to be there, but the visitation tomorrow should be pretty happy, and I think she'd be proud to see how many people are going to be there (we're expecing hundreds. heh). I hope you come out too. If you have any questions or anything, feel free to call or msg me or whatnot. Sorry about the short notice.

If you can't attend, or really don't want to, that's okay too, but it's a one time event and you only need to pop in for a few minutes, unlike those terrible wedding things that just go on and on and on, and that's before the catholocism is factored in.

Baue Funeral and Memorial Center

3950 West Clay Street
St. Charles, MO 63301

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[10 Mar 2005|05:45am]
Patricia Jean Nickel
4 March, 1944 - 10 March 2005
I love you, mommy.
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!! [05 Mar 2005|02:54pm]
[ mood | bleak ]

So things are not well at home. Mom has been bed-ridden for about a week now and is entering the final stages of cancer, which is not good. I'll keep everyone updated on that later though.

As of this weekend, all the accounts and bills and everything have been transferred into my name and I've assumed, actively, my mother's power of attorney. I'm about to start bleeding something in the range of $1500 a month, which is not good, but might be manageable with life insurance payouts and whatnot. As of 1 March, everyone in the midwest entered elligability for one free credit report a year, and mine isn't looking too good. It's still marred by the lawsuite against me for RC3 (which is on xell and terra's too, i would think) and my car. On the upside, RC3 is almost paid off (another few hundred or so). This means that when all is said and done, i'll have overpaid about $1400.

Since it's been almost five years since we moved into rc3, which is according to the statute of limitations for small claims lawsuites, i'll have to file them in the next couple of weeks. This is not a slight against any of you (except maybe karen) or a response to your frivilous spending habits, but i have to file them soon or the debts will, legally, expire.

If you want to set up a contract though (like 1/12th the amount per month for the next year or something, then that would be sufficient to renew the debt, thus creating a expiration date, and i'd be fine with that too. That'd be about $14 a month for kaly, $22 a month for cody, $34 for tim, and $38 for karen. Those are negotiable, of course. The suites, if filed, would have to be filed for adjusted 2001 dollars, which is about 6.6% higher plus legal fees.)

Again, I want to stress that this isn't anything against you guys, but it's been 44 months since you moved out of there. this is just rediculous at this point, and i don't have the luxury of waiting around anymore.

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