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Sun, 09 Dec 2012 23:13:58 -0600

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salternates:

i’ve been seeing a lot of gizoogle stuff going around, so i thought i’d share my final for my open source culture class:

this is the text of The Great Gatsby run through Gizoogle and typeset, formatted, printed and bound it into a hardcover edition. thinking about making more Penguizzle Classics!

Hey Nathan.

c r y i n g

i fucking n e e d this

Try gizoogling the Aeneid…I choked.

OH MY GOD I AM DYYYING

thedailywhat: Surprise Ending of the Day: A Missouri reverend’s...

Sat, 20 Oct 2012 14:19:57 -0500

thedailywhat:

Surprise Ending of the Day: A Missouri reverend’s council presentation on gay rights goes exactly how you’d imagine until…oh, just wait for it.

[gawker]

cracked: Mitt Romney Debates Himself He sure does disagree with...

Fri, 05 Oct 2012 19:02:26 -0500

cracked:

Mitt Romney Debates Himself

He sure does disagree with he.

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Sun, 16 Sep 2012 20:02:01 -0500

So wat is gonna happen w/ ur friendship w/ the guy

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 22:22:32 -0500

To be honest, I don’t know. It’d be a shame if it just ended, but I don’t think that’d be my fault. It’s just that I strongly believe what he did was wrong. This first time me and this girl were involved, things went bad partially because one of my friends starting flirting with her and she started liking it. I’m never gonna be friends with that guy again. Probably the same deal here. But, anything could happen.

I’m not gonna lie, I’m in a bad place right now. Displaced would described the general...

Sat, 15 Sep 2012 21:39:12 -0500

I’m not gonna lie, I’m in a bad place right now. Displaced would described the general feeling, but at night that gives way to outright depression. I’m just not doing well.

To put it simple, things didn’t work out with her again. I did my part, I honestly did. I was good to her this time. I didn’t yell. I didn’t wrong her this time. All I did was get jealous when she seemed to enjoy the company of another guy more than me. She’s dating him now, so it’s not even like my jealousy was unjustified.

This time is on her. I’m not being spiteful, that’s just how it is. She’s got issues that she’s running from. I think she’s decided to make me a convenient excuse.

I don’t know. Either way, it’s over. I’m not gonna go after her, or anything like that. I tried at first, but all I got from her was blame and profanity. She’s not making herself worth chasing.

Anyway, like I said, I’m just in a bad place. Oh, it’s probably worth a mention that the guy she’s with now was my best friend for the last six years or so. I honestly don’t think he understands what’s wrong with this situation.

I don’t think I’m the bad guy here, not this time at least.

Time to talk books again

Fri, 13 Jul 2012 18:31:06 -0500

It’s been a while since I’ve talked books, but, dear readers, I’m here to do it again. Today’s topic is Horns by Joe Hill. I spent the better part of a couple days reading this book, and was greatly impressed with it. Admittedly, I didn’t have high expectations. I’d read a couple of Hill’s short stories, and was absolutely thrilled with one of them, but the jacket description failed to hype up this novel.

The book opens with Ig Perrish hungover and discovering that he has grown horns. He at first believes them to be a hallucination as part of the expected mental breakdown following his long-time girlfriend’s murder, of which he is still popularly believed to have been guilty. The next few chapters establish that these horns force people to divulge their darkest secrets and desires to Ig, leaving him with the chance to encourage or dissuade them.

These first chapters set the book up effectively, but in some aspects fail to be engaging. After the start, however, the book quickly grabbed me. The story, told from various perspectives in a nonlinear fashion, gives the reader a full view of the characters and their motives. The relationships between the characters comes off as real and earnest, and the growth of the characters is handled with the same realism.

Deep down it’s a story about people and what it means to be human. At times it’s sweet, sometimes bitter, and sometimes a mix of the two. One of the novel’s crowing achievements is its ability to present you with things that you would not be able to properly explain to somebody else, but when read, you accept them wholeheartedly and go happily along with the author.

In short, Joe Hill will undoubtedly have a great career. He is a very talented writer, and Horns is an example of that talent.

It feels like a dream of coming home

Tue, 10 Jul 2012 17:03:21 -0500

I started talking to her again on Sunday. It’s been two years but we picked things right back up. We laughed a lot, and smiled even more. I couldn’t believe how nice it was to hear her voice again. Somehow it didn’t feel like we had a bad past, or even that we hadn’t spoken in so long. Somehow we were just happy. I woke up the next morning and I just couldn’t believe it wasn’t a dream. It still feels like one. it also feels like coming home.

For America

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 19:40:00 -0500

I propose that Baskin-Robbins has to use the slogan “31 Flavors of Diabetes” so people know exactly what they’re paying for.

Ramble Ramble

Thu, 28 Jun 2012 00:37:51 -0500

Hello again dear strangers, I’ve come to talk with you once more. Recently I haven’t been able to write anything, so I’m a little bummed about that. But, a few nights ago I did happen upon a pretty interesting idea for a story. I’ll probably start trying to write it in a couple days. I’m excited for it.

In other news, I broke one of my fingers a while back, but now it’s pretty much fine. That’s a positive thing I don’t think I’ve remembered to share with anybody. It still sticks out at an odd angle, and it happens to be right next to my finger that bends oddly because I fucked that one up to years ago. So basically my right hand is just getting all kinds of fucked up. But I’m not really worried about it.

One last thing, I find it incredibly sad that Adam Sandler can actually act, and yet the bulk of his recent movies have been complete shit. He could actually have a pretty respectable career if he chose his roles better. I like him, just his movies are terrible. Why can’t he fix that? It’d be nice to be able to stand watching him.

On Mixed Martial Arts

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 00:28:28 -0500

My usual readers may be let down that this is not another episode of The Late Night Depressed Cynic Show, but for once I’m in a fairly good mood and have decided to talk about one of my newer interests. Over the last year I’ve gotten really into Mixed Martial Arts. Now, it is true that I have anger problems and a fighting mentality, but I’m not into the sport because of the violence. I like all the skill that is required to be a successful fighter. Hell, a lot of those guys are inspirational, even if they do just beat up guys for a living.

The best example of how MMA is inspirational is when you look at guys like Jose Aldo. That’s a guy who grew up poor in Brazil. He very easily could have just been a victim of his circumstance, but instead he got into martial arts. Now, the thing about martial arts is that they all take dedication. When you practice one, you have to learn discipline. Aldo stuck with it and worked hard. Now he is 25 years old and is the UFC featherweight champion. For those unaware, in the world of MMA it is the UFC titles that really matter. But, he just doesn’t have a belt, he is almost unarguably one of the top 10 fighters in all of the world. He went from being a poor kid in Brazil, to being a very dominant world champion.

That’s what I love about the sport. Circumstance doesn’t matter. All that matters is how hard a fighter works. Nothing matters expect how hard they are willing to try. If a fighter doesn’t have dedication, he doesn’t make it very far.

So, to opponents of the sport, it might just look like two brutes bashing each other about the head, but it takes a hell of a lot of training and dedication to do that bashing. To call these men savages is an injustice. They are athletes of the highest caliber, and I salute them.

Ramblings with a bit of raving

Fri, 15 Jun 2012 02:17:08 -0500

So today I’ve finally decided to do yet another post on my opinion about something. The topic is how vulnerability does not equal weakness. This, of course, is spurred by a fairly popular quote from a fairly popular television program based upon a now fairly popular book series. Despite my ability to use multiple tabs, I’ll not bother to search for the exact quote. To paraphrase it just says that the more people you love, the weaker you become. Even though it is accurate, in a skewed, almost Fox News-like way, I disagree with the wording.

Now, a weakness is of course the some thing of a vulnerability, but being weak is not the same as having a weakness. For instance, fire really fucks me up. If that shit gets on me, it really hurts. I have a weakness of being hurt by fire. Having that weakness doesn’t make me a weak person. It certainly makes me vulnerable to attacks by fire, and you can even say I’m weak against fire, but just saying I’m weak would be a stretch.

But I may need to give a more relevant example. Let’s say I love somebody. Let’s say I have a whole family I love dearly. Now let’s say I cross a drug lord and he demands that I smuggle some drugs or else my family will be dismembered. You bet your ass I’m gonna be doing me some smuggling. I care about my family. I don’t want to see them in pieces. The point is, awful people could get at me through my family because I care about them. So, I guess I have a weakness against my family being cut up by drug lords. I sure must be a wimp, what with all that weakness. Oh, actually, I don’t think so.

You see, dear readers, vulnerability is simply having something to lose. I personally like having things to lose. It means I’m doing good in life. In accordance to that quote, and all the people who shockingly agree with it. I have a simple message to those people. It is okay to care. It is okay to feel something. You can love, you can care, you can be vulnerable, you can even cry without being weak. It’s human. I don’t want to live in a place where caring makes you weak. The world would be a better place if more people cared.

So basically, I don’t like the negative connotation that sentiment gives to loving. Yes, you are vulnerable if you love somebody, but is that bad? No. You don’t have to be impervious, you don’t have to be untouchable. I will never be ashamed to admit that a person could grievously hurt me by harming those I love. There’s something wrong with a world that thinks it is weak to love. I guess if you agree with the sentiment of this quote, the strongest person would be those with nothing to lose and no attachment to another thing in existence. To be honest, those people with nothing to lose pretty much always have shitty lives. The guy from Death Wish had nothing to lose because his family was dead. So at one point he was just weak, but after somebody helped him out via way of murder, he got pretty damn strong. Good for him. I completely want to be as strong as him. Aside from sarcasm, I don’t think I have very much more to say on this subject.

Now for the wrap up paragraph. Loving makes you vulnerable, yes. But, loving, or even caring, does not make you a weak person. Feel free to send me hate if you disagree.

So earlier tonight I watched The Grey. First off, it’s a great movie. Second, it’s a...

Wed, 13 Jun 2012 00:43:42 -0500

So earlier tonight I watched The Grey. First off, it’s a great movie. Second, it’s a great fucking movie. I’ve seen a good deal of movies, and it has been a while since one really stunned me. I was speechless. In all honesty I almost cried. I’m feeling creative so I’ll try my best to describe how gripping this ending is. If I were in prison with this ending, I’d be its bitch. I’d call it Big Daddy. Nobody else would fuck with me because Big Daddy would carve their shit up. Even after I got released, me and Big Daddy would keep in touch. I’d have to come and visit once a week ‘cause we all know Big Daddy aint ever getting out. That’s what sort of ending this movie has. The rest of it is pretty damn good too.

So I haven’t done anything on here lately, and I don’t think I’ll be making much...

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 23:07:00 -0500

So I haven’t done anything on here lately, and I don’t think I’ll be making much of a return. Of course, this probably wont get read by many people. Now for the update.

I’m still waiting to here about that poem that’s gonna get published. I’m fairly confident it will make the top 10. People seemed to like it real well. Unfortunately that may be the only positive thing I’ll be talking about.

It’s no secret that I’m a sad guy. Recently, though, I’ve been a bit sadder than usual. This summer just hasn’t been good to me. I don’t even really know why. I guess I’ve had too much time by myself. Being alone just isn’t good.

Rambling on to a different subject. I think I actually have a pretty good handle on my temper. Sure, I have recently almost lost it. But, I stopped and left before it really blew up. I guess that’s still bad. At least I know better than to just start going off on people. I don’t even know if I can do that anymore. Just really yell at somebody. I don’t know. I know it won’t solve anything, and I’ll just feel like shit about it later. So I just don’t. I snap a bit sometimes, or say something mean. But I never say anything just out of anger. That may be one of the few good things about me. I never will say something I don’t mean just because I’m angry and I want to hurt somebody. I’ve come to learn that this is a virtue that’s hard to find. I don’t even try to match yell for yell anymore. I’ve been yelled at more than a few times, and I just don’t yell back. I can keep my temper now and just try and hope for some sort of calm discussion.

But I’m still just fucking sad. And people don’t seem very eager to put up with me anymore. I’m just gonna leave it on that note. Thank you imaginary reader, once again you are a trooper.

An update

Fri, 18 May 2012 19:45:28 -0500

Greetings all,

I’ve returned, if only briefly, to reassure everyone of my existence. Yes, I am still a thing. I just haven’t had much interest in Tumblr.

Anyways, I guess I have some news. One of my poems is going to be published in an anthology by Creative Communications as part of their Poetic Power contest. I might win a bit of money if it gets chosen as one of the top ten for my age group. So, I guess I’m going to be a published writer. That’s kind of neat.

Two years can be a long time. Two years can both be far too long and not long enough. For instance,...

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 19:46:40 -0500

Two years can be a long time. Two years can both be far too long and not long enough. For instance, two years is far too long to be sad, to live in regret, and to even hate oneself. At the same time, though, two years is just not long enough to forget about a love once shared, to be fine again, or to earn forgiveness. Two years falls into an odd time span in which you cannot forget enough, nor remember enough.

I’ve found that two years can mark celebrations, or even small, personal victories. You can smile after two years, but you can still cry. Laughter can come from things that used to bring tears after two years.

Two years is long enough to live in the present again. but it isn’t quite long enough to pull every last piece of yourself from the past.

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Thu, 26 Apr 2012 16:24:35 -0500

A rant against fans of things

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 18:25:43 -0500

So I’ve concluded that I’m not a fan of anything. At least, according to what Tumblr considers being a fan. In the real world, I’d just be able to say that I’m not oddly obsessed with anything.

On Tumblr, if you are a fan of a television show, your blog consists mostly of picture from said television show. Worse, though, it might just consist of picture of the people from that television show you like. Every goddamn scene will end up on your blog in the form of gifs and photos. This is what being a fan is.

Furthermore, I do not fucking cry when I see a picture of That Guy From That Television Show. Even if he has made it onto the cover of a magazine, I do not weep and buy several copies of that magazine. I’m a normal person and am just glad that his career is going well enough that he would get on the cover of a magazine. I’m happy for him, but I do not freak the fuck out.

Also, I will never refer to any character as “my baby.” That is creepy, especially considering you either want to fuck them or want them to fuck another character. Don’t say they’re like your children. That’s weird. The only thing that gives you the right to say that is if you created that character. Even then it is a little creepy.

Tumblr has made it okay and normal to be fucking obsessed with a work of fiction. Apparently, all fans will want to constantly see pictures of their favorite characters, oh wait, I mean their “babies.” It was once said that every fictional person is no more than a bag of bones when compared to the dullest living person. You all are obsessed with a bag of bones.

And the reactions that “fans” get from shit is crazy. They freak the fuck out if something mildly exciting happens. I can get being upset if a character gets killed off, I can even understand crying if the death is done in an especially heartbreaking way. But I will never understand freaking out over your chosen obsession coming on screen. That’s not normal, people.

I’m just pissed over how normal these obsessions have become on Tumblr. I mean, Tumblr does perpetuate a lot of bad shit by making it the norm, but this bothers me the most. I hope to write for a living. And, honestly, I do not want somebody calling one of my characters their “baby.” I do not want them to write stories about my characters fucking one another. That is not flattering. That is not something a writer wants. A writer would hope that his fans at least know the sexual orientation of his characters.

Being a fan now means being obsessed. I am glad I am not a fan of anything.

A brief talk of poetry

Fri, 13 Apr 2012 18:18:02 -0500

One of my all time favorite poems is a little thing by Leigh Hunt title “Jenny Kiss’d Me” I will not say it is a great poem, nor is it a famous poem, nor is it very likely taught anywhere. But, I simply love it. I advise you to quickly go and look it up before reading the rest of this post.

Now that you’re back, let’s continue. The poem is not complete, there is no ambiguity, there is really not a whole lot to it. But, Leigh Hunt managed something in these eight lines that some poets could not do in eighty lines. He captured a little bit of humanity. That is why I love it. The poem does what it needs to. And it does it without trying to hard.

The goal of the poet should not be to have his work studied, it should be to write a damn fine poem. Riddles do not earn respect. Your goal is not to give your readers a challenge. Your goal is not to confuse. Your goal is to capture a bit of life with your words. That’s what Hunt did with this poem. That’s what poets should try to do.

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Thu, 12 Apr 2012 17:11:59 -0500