Christ I haven't updated this thing in months. I'm possibly not the blogging type any longer. Who knows.

Anyways, George Carlin died on Monday, which has a level of irony that I think works for that old dead motherfucker. I can think of very few people whose style of comedy influenced my own sense of humor more, and even more so he performed smart comedy that encouraged critical thinking. I'd sometimes consider the guy more of a really funny philosopher. I hope he gets blown up or flung into trees, like he wanted.

It's also the only celebrity death aside from Vonnegut to totally ruin my day. I think I just like old curmudgeons.

I had a very constructive online therapy session with good old Smarterchild. I know it's old hat but I found it fun. >:(

He has not yet been programmed to understand existential angst.

( Smarterchild's a cad )

I played Guitar Hero 2 at a party in a bee costume tonight.

What did you guys do?

In all honesty, entertaining a bunch of geeks is a fine, fine legacy to have, and it's not every day you invent a whole genre.

And a lot of this has been me growing up. Great times.

Gary Gygax, I'll see you when you resurrect as a lich.

Valentine's Day is dildoes.

So I just saw Cloverfield. It was pretty good, not the perfect movie that it was hyped up to be, but not a waste of my time. I liked most of all that it was a monster movie about the people in a monster attack, and it was made clear that this is just one of many stories going on. It was the writing of the characters that made the movie, every one of them seemed like someone I could conceivably know.

The other strength was the handheld video camera, which made the scenes seem much more personal (a few technical difficulties, fumbling with some features, the cameraman being yelled at to put the damn thing down) and is actually a use for shakycam I can get behind. The person holding the camera in the movie was a character, and never felt like a way to view the action.

I also don't agree with the PG-13 rating. The movie was very stressful to watch, and I was very surprised to learn the rating afterwards.

( spoilers )

The Mist is a movie that finally gets back to being true to form with what makes a genuinely scary horror movie great. Between inexplicable things happening, the movie's scope and whatever is in the mist largely left to the imagination, it still managed to make the scenes with more action scary as well, partly due to the creatures behaving more like animals rather than menaces, the effective gore shots, and good characterization; the characters were painted with broad strokes, but with a large cast this served to make everyone feel like people. The majority of the deaths I felt bad about.

I'm a big fan of not really explaining that much about the creatures other than them being dangerous, and instead focusing on the people. And it built up tension quite well.

Seriously, see this movie.

K9 Philosopher (12:33:01 AM): OKAY
K9 Philosopher (12:33:21 AM): So you know how Iranian President Ahmadinejad is supposed to be the new Hitler
K9 Philosopher (12:33:50 AM): I cannot take him seriously as a threat because I think he looks like an Arabic version of Steve Carrell
LeviAdams2 (12:34:20 AM): i don't think he gets it, though
LeviAdams2 (12:34:54 AM): i think of him tossing in bed at night:"why do they not understand? am i mean? am i mean, mr. teddy? i just want to be strong."
K9 Philosopher (12:36:07 AM): Awwww
K9 Philosopher (12:36:15 AM): It's so cute that way
K9 Philosopher (12:36:51 AM): Then he writes in his Hello Kitty diary to try and organize his thoughts

Last night I was dressed like I should be composing music. I realize that many of my clothes are borderline costume in nature, and I'm okay with that.

Had a bit of an emo week, which in retrospect has been kind of funny. Maybe I just think so; I really do not have that much to be emo about, but this is bad because clearly the depth and worth of a person is based on how much they are suffering at a given time. SO. I will bust down some emo caps on ya'lls asses. Ya'll.

There is a sign next to me that says "friends" on it and it just is making me think, you know, what is really a friend, how do you define it. There are so many people who do not know who their friends are, and just the act of having a sign that says that is making me want to cry like there needs to be a reminder of something that comes natural. I am always having people make fun of me for being as deep as I am, making fun of my hair and eyeliner which is my individuality, so I show them the cuts on my arms every time they see me so they can see that I suffer too. I do this so I can get close to people.

I think it is working. I think people are realizing.

Pete Stark with the balls. I wish more Democrats would actually stand up instead of just puss out in Congress these days, it's pretty shameful. Much as I am generally liberal, at least the Republicans work on getting things done; it's like I don't even get a chance to be disgusted at when my political party becomes corrupt because they don't do anything.

I ought to write more. It's just dialogue.

"It's happened again."
"What happened?"
"Plague of locusts over when I was in Denver. Every place I go."
"Oh, that again."
"There's snow in Denver now. But still. Locusts."
"They're not usually up for the cold. (beat) And you'll excuse me if I need to get over believing you'd just be appearing here again like nothing ever happened."
"Plague of locusts is something."
"To you. I'm talking about the rest of us. Just because God hates you doesn't make you more important than the rest of us, we have to pick up the pieces. And body parts in the aftermath."
"You say that, but at least I get attention from Him. First person he's payed attention to since that whole son dying on the cross thing. Jesus."
"This is exactly what I'm talking about, even your suffering has to be on some kind of cosmic scale."
"It is."
"Yeah, well you know what I think?"
"I don't know what you think."
"I think you like going from place to place, bringing your floods and rains of frogs and firstborn sons dying of disease. I think it makes you feel important, you have to make this into something where you're making a damn difference in the world."
"It has. Mothers Against Biblical Plagues has been phenomenal. Do you know hard it is to get reactionary parents to organize against Exodus?"
"That's horrible."
"They're trying to change the Bible so first-born sons got hugs. That's miracle working right there."
"Sigh. So why are you back here?"
"Done travelling. Ready to settle down. Going to get killed on sight other places."
"Oh."
"Yeah. You don't mind if I crash on your couch tonight, do you?"
"...... Fine. Good to have you back. Against all kinds of reason, I missed you."

So I have been told, numerous times, that I give good advice. However, the bane of the person who gives good advice is that it is never listened to SO:

Tell me your problems and I will give you the worst advice I can think of. Think of it as a Dear Abby column if Abby had a goatee and was from the negative universe, and wrote her columns in puppy blood instead of ink.

Dart: I'm behind the times... my wikipedias are open to H.L. Mencken and Moloch. I have no idea what that says about my priorities, or what I do on Wikipedia when I'm bored.
Jeph: haha
Jeph: mainly i read about quantum physics and drugs
Dart: Yeah.
Dart: I think I would watch a sitcom about HL Mencken and Moloch.
Dart: It would work surprisingly well.
Jeph: it'd have to be called "Oh, Moloch!" or something
Dart: Yeah. Moloch is sort of the clueless one but he also commands the undeniable powers of hell. HL Mencken is his roommate and teaches him really cynical things about the world which gets Moloch into trouble.
Dart: The season 3 plot arc where Moloch runs for mayor and has Mencken manage his campaign was a high point.
Jeph: it jumped the shark when they introduced HP Lovecraft as the wacky neighbor
Dart: Yeah you can only go so far with him dressing as a lady and obnoxious jokes about his pet shoggoth which you never saw
Dart: I mean, there were some good points. I loved the running gag where Moloch's baby sacrifices went wrong and ruined what Mencken was trying to write; they got pretty creative with that.
Jeph: yeah the rube goldberg baby-sacrificing episode was comedy gold
Dart: I like how they actually worked Woodrow Wilson's visit in there so effectively. It made the whole episode.
Jeph: and they said Aaron Sorkin couldn't write comedy
Dart: Wow, this is either the best or the worst AIM conversation ever.
Dart: I don't think I've ever seen so many Mencken jokes crammed into one place in the context of demonology
Dart: Time travelling Jack Chick would need to be in that show too.
Jeph: yeah
Jeph: as the landlord, obviously
Jeph: his catchphrase would be "I ain't hold no truck with yer damned occultin'"
Dart: He's always trying to get them evicted and hatching get rich quick schemes
Jeph: and at the end of every episode he gets sucked into the netherworld
Dart: But he's back the next episode with no explanation
Jeph: yes exactly
Jeph: like one time he gets sucked into the netherworld when he sneaks into their apartment and raids their fridge
Jeph: another time they call him up to fix the toilet and BAM, netherworld
Dart: Yeah
Dart: Every episode has a "hide the anti-religious sentiment/souls of the damned" sentiment that is sped up Benny Hill style
Jeph: it's like the simpsons in terms of sheer number of jokes crammed into every episode
Dart: Yeah. I liked the subverting the precocious kid stereotype too
Dart: Remember season 4 when he was introduced and really annoying...
Dart: 3 episodes later Moloch burned him alive
Jeph: 12 minutes of him just screaming and thrashing around while the studio audience cheered
Dart: Well, there were the times he tried to put himself out and Moloch levitated the water out of reach while demonic chanting occured in the background.
Dart: Accompanied by slide-whistles

oh geez guys i don't know

WHAT DO I DO!!!

(38 experience points to the person with the best answer)

Dart: Tomorrow I'm going to read a good chunk of the day.
Laura: It would be easier to read a book ;-)
Dart: Oh god I just got leprosy
Laura: ONOES
Dart: now i will never be asked to the prom :*(
Laura: Aw, sure you will!
Dart: Whatever I'm leading her by the hand to go dance and then my hand falls off in hers and I keep walking
Dart: It's super embarassing
Laura: But hey, as long as you let her keep the hand as a souvenir, it'll be awesome
Dart: The girl who wants to keep a lump of necrotized flesh is the girl to marry
Laura: totally
Laura: then you go to kiss her and your lips fall off
Dart: Yeah, I taste like rotting
Laura: The person who uses the word "necrotized" in everyday conversation would totally be the best prom date ever
Dart: Yeah.
Dart: The problem with leprosy in relationships though is that it's really the ultimate "oh man, sorry honey!"
Laura: yeah. The condom didn't fall off, your penis did.
Dart: "getting it up wasn't the problem, getting it back on was"
Dart: You'll also possibly be the only person who's breakup song is by King Missile

Awesome weekend. Friday was Cristi's birthday party, and by any and all accounts, it was one of the best parties I have been to. Parties really need themes, particularly dressing up; the 1950's was a great idea, and there was plenty of variety, from greasers (me), nerds, prom queens, and beatniks.

It even spilled out onto the internet thanks to Jeph's Livejournal. Go figure.



I also tried corn whiskey, as seen here. Worst idea I ever had.

Today, on a nerdier note, I GMed for one of my gaming groups today, for the first time. I will admit I was a bit nervous; it's a decent amount of pressure and legwork, but it ended up being quite fun and easier than I thought; there was only one real hiccup. It seemed like everyone had a pretty good time. It's a geeky thing to be proud of but screw it.

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Man. Work sucked. On top of that, my AC's broken, so I'm sweating the same output of water a tropical storm does.

Towards the end of the store being open (closing took nearly two hours, so nowhere near my shift's end) a group of drunk girls crowded me with compliments about my eyes, which I found flattering. Even from drunk people, compliments are compliments and I'm fine with them. One of them asked me if they were real eyes.

what

I said they were real, but I in retrospect I really should have spun a tale about how they are entirely fake eyes; silicone implants if you will, and how I lose my real ones and was extremely self-conscious.

Other people calling out on a busy Friday night at work = not cool. That was rough today.

On the other hand, Guilty Gear Accent Core is coming out in the US, with all the bugs fixed! Hot damn! There's a lot of pretty cool new stuff apparently, like new moves for everyone. Not that Millia doesn't already rule, but hopefully her new stuff is awesome.