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Monday, February 9th, 2009
3:41 am	i am in love with this family (1 Comment |Comment on this)
2:38 am	Michael Moorcock on ideology in Golden Age SF: Starship Stormtroopers What ideology do you think YOUR stories support? Don't lie and say there's none. All stories have ideology. (Comment on this)
Friday, February 6th, 2009
7:45 am	NOTICE One of the most iconic quotes from one of the most iconic movies ever: "That's what I like about these high school girls, man; I get older, they stay the same age." I am turning over my RP characters to a friend who will probably take care of them the exact same way I have: sporadically. I am also tasking her with the ghost-written continuation of my sole fanfic according to the outline I have created for the story. Let the record show that she will be duly compensated for her time, trouble, and intellectual property. I will be continuing to read Livejournals and commenting where I have commented before, but that will be the extent of my Livejournal activities. I regret any unhappiness this may cause anyone else, but I have had very little time for fandom activities lately, and I feel bad just letting characters rot and stories wither. Signed, Geno0823 (Comment on this)
Monday, December 22nd, 2008
2:59 pm	This is going on my Solstice playlist :DDDD (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 27th, 2008
2:14 am	A CONFESSION OF SORTS Yesterday I called up my former college dorm mate, Wayne. "Hello, Wayne?" I said. "This is Geno. You made fun of me in college. I've been looking back on my first year of college, specifically the way I acted like a complete self-effacing fool, and I was wondering if I could blame you for some of that. It's just that otherwise I'd have to see my actions for what they really are; the violent thrashings of a broken man who beats against the door to his cage of self-doubt until finally, fists bloodied, he resigns himself to a life of quiet desperation." "I'd have no problem with that." Wayne said. "Great. You know I should really be thanking you for making fun of me. You showed me places inside of myself I never knew existed. Breathtaking vistas every bit as beautiful as the default wallpapers packaged with Windows ME. And people say there's no god. Hello?" When new students arrived at my dormitory they were immediately stripped naked and doused with cologne. They were then issued a flannel shirt, khakis, and a hemp necklace and directed to an adjacent room where RAs were on hand to hook them up to IVs of Bacardi. You never forget your first night of college. That's when it hits you that you've taken a Day of the Dead elevator ride down into a dark, claustrophobic nightmare world and the elevator door has just closed above you. That night I dreamed that I met a physical manifestation of my sense of self. "Why are you so small?" I asked. "Because you stopped working on me when you were six." my sense of self replied. "Tell me, could you have picked any more of a myopic romanticist worldview to adopt? I guess it's because of the anime videos, an indulgence of your feeble imagination and its constant need for childish escapism." When I woke up two astronauts appeared in front of me. "We're here to entertain you while our master eats your brains." the first one said. "We'll do whatever you want." "Awesome! Write me a review of Serious Sam: Special Edition for my Journalism 101 class. Here's the angle: Serious Sam or Serious Scam?" One night during an all night coding session in the computer lab, my classmates, Justin and James, asked me to design the main character for their boxing game, Jake Sutton's Brawl Hall Beatdown. "I made Jake Sutton a drug user." I said. "Isn't that totally badass? I mean you've got to be pretty hardcore to do something which, according to public service ads, is the metaphorical equivalent of drowning or being skewered by a giant needle. When the pilgrims came over on the Mayflower, drug users were the guys wakeboarding behind the ship while calling the ocean a filthy cuntwhore." The college janitor would periodically walk into the room and talk to us. We must have seemed like gods to him. This aggregate of unmopped floors - his personal hell - was a place we were free to enter and leave at our own convenience. Suddenly it occurred to me that the janitor's attempts at shooting silken strands across the void to connect with other souls were just as hopeless as mine. I was just outside of Justin and James' circle of friends, out in the perimeter beyond their friendship bunker, which I imagined had an X-Box and all the premium cable channels. The suffocating routine of college life was an experience akin to that of making a Quake 2 level with the e1u1 texture set. You had a little bit of freedom but the template was firmly in place. Wall, pillar, wall. Class, lunch, class. My roommate, Ari, and I went to a dance at my college. "What do you mean we can't go in?" Ari said to the man at the door. "The theme of this dance is togas." the man said. "You're dressed like characters from Final Fantasy VII." "Oh that is so queer jumping on the FF7 bashing bandwagon like that." I said. "The fact is it was a groundbreaking RPG and a milestone in the process of the genre itself becoming more adult. You're probably one of those hipster fags who reads insertcredit.com and tells their friends they can appreciate the porn-as-art movement. Well, congratulations, you've depleted my data crystals. Your army stands victorious atop a bone pile high enough to blot out the sun." I consider this a brief flirtation with gothdom, although it's really more like a drunken booty call. "Is that a pink rubber spiked bracelet you're wearing?" "What are you saying? That I rationalize wearing goth and/or punk accessories by telling myself they drive away those unworthy of my friendship when in reality if I had the social skills to properly interact with people I'd fall for the first fat chick who was willing to tie me up?" The DJ put on "Hot in Here" by Nelly. "Quick, just like we practiced!" Ari said. Without saying another word Ari and I ran to the middle of the dance floor and performed a series of break dancing moves from The Bouncer. A stunned silence fell over the room. The single greatest moment in music history took place in a college gymnasium in Concord, New Hampshire, as those who were lucky enough to have witnessed it would tell their children and grandchildren for years to come. On a brisk November afternoon in 2001 my friend, Josh, and I sat at Burger King and discussed how we were going to get revenge on Wayne for making fun of me. "We could slash his tires." Josh suggested. "Slashing tires? That's something a redneck would do. Yeah, take that, Wayne. From the trailer park's heart I stab at thee." As usual I had missed the relevance of what had just happened. Josh and I weren't exactly soul mates, and if I showed him my fortress of solitude he wouldn't know what to make of all the Cure cds and Jhohnen Vasquez comics I have lying around, but he was willing to slash someone's tires for me. There's something incredibly touching about that in retrospect. "Wow, that account of your college experiences was truly amazing." James said. "Hey, later on some of the guys from work and I are going to join a server and ruin a game of Wolfenstein: Enemy Territory. Justin's going to team kill. I'm going to block doorways. Would you like to join us? We could use someone who just spins around in circles firing their weapon." "I'll be there." I said. Current Mood: nostalgic Current Music: "I Write Sins, Not Tragedies," Panic! At the Disco (Comment on this)
12:06 am	docsgirl ya gots me inspired in action: miss_industry ramping up: exiledqueen seriously considering others waiting for spacematchbook to show her ass up mountain dew in one hand, keyboard in the other, no pants anywhere to be seen let the good times roll (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 15th, 2008
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Monday, July 7th, 2008
8:01 pm	GIP I have a new icon. \o/ Current Mood: pleased (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 19th, 2008
8:59 am	10 Things Everyone Should Do At Least Once In Their Lives 1.) Take a college course. Be in a room with a terrifyingly intellectual professor and twenty hip, naive young kids who are all smarter than you. Learn stuff. Take notes. Most importantly, speak up when you don't understand something or have insights. You will learn that professors, college students, and you are all working at about the same intellectual level--the only difference is the amount of training they have received. You will make friends and have great discussions and learn some awesome new words and ideas. 2.) Work at a fast-food joint. This is boring and sucks, but that's life. You will not get along with some of your fellow workers, and at least one of your managers will be a passive-aggressive jerk, and your customers will blame you for things that are not your fault. But you will also make unexpected friends when you cover someone's shift or share a cigarette outside, and you will have unexpected moments of faith in humanity when a customer smiles at you or stops to chat. (Your managers will all be passive-aggressive jerks, though. But this teaches you something very important--authority figures are evil.) 3.) Eat pussy. By this, I mean oral sex, cunnilingus. Whether you're male or female or in-between, gay or straight or asexual, you should do this at least once in your life. It will teach you not to be ashamed of your body or anyone else's body, not to be grossed out as simple human fluids we all share. It will teach you to take non-verbal cues and direction (tugging on your hair: What does it mean?). It will teach you to hold on for the long haul; your tongue and jaw will get tired and sore, but that doesn't mean stop. Best of all, it will teach you how amazingly gratifying giving pleasure to someone else is. Best of all, you will be learning all of this from a woman. Men already have enough pleasure and authority in their lives; cocksucking is easy, but cunnilingus is something special. 4.) Get well and truly stoned. Get some good weed, chronic or hydro, from a decent dealer. Get a pipe or a bong (decent basic pieces should be inexpensive if you don't go in for hand-blown glass or something), get papers and roll a joint (although rolling one takes practice), or get you a pop bottle and some tinfoil and make one (easier than it sounds). Share it with good friends, or hole up and watch TV, or go out into the wild and enjoy nature. Pot will change the way you see things; everything will be wonderfully complex and absolutely fascinating in a way that is nearly impossible to describe to someone who's never experienced it. You will wonder why it is outlawed. 5.) BLAME THE PATRIARCHY!!! Don't even bother with fiddly little conspiracies like the Illuminati or the Freemasons, go straight to the source and blame the dominant power structure. If you want to be old school and go with Marx, blame the ruling class. Always blame the ruling class (if you are in America, this is White Anglo-Saxon Protestants who are also rich heterosexual males). They are not the cause of every single bad thing in the world ever (there are always man-eating tigers and asteroids), but they are one of the few causes, besides unusual neurological conditions, whose very power over you actually makes you think it's a good thing to be subject to them. Spend a while reading some Marx or feminist theory--iblamethepatriarchy.com is a great way to start applying radical feminist theory to everyday life. Once you see it, you can't unsee it! 6.) Stay up all night and greet the morning. There's something really special about going all night and morning, watching the transition from the normal dormancy of the world to the normal wakefulness of the world, watching that transition happen and being outside of it. The world seems somehow mystical, more beautiful, more real. Even better, stay up all night with good and crazy friends, driving around and then going for breakfast at a greasy spoon. This used to be an adolescent rite of passage, controlled substances or casual violence and vandalism totally optional, and the people who never do this (even out of adolescence) are truly the poorer for it. 7.) Fall in love with someone you shouldn'a. (To quote the Buzzcocks.) A bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, or a good girl from the rich folks' side. A friend who doesn't know. A girl with a big scary boyfriend. A girl with a big scary girlfriend. An asexual. Someone too young for you. Someone too old for you. Someone whose relative you had to marry just to be around them. Someone who might beat you up. A stray puppy. A politically important wall. Someone who will poison you given half the chance. For some people, this will be the greatest hardship they will ever have to go through. Relish it. Your pain is important. 8.) Believe in something stupid. I'm not trying to be cute and Romantic and go, "Oh, believe in fairies and happy thoughts! It's funny because the cold cruel scientific world thinks they are stupid!" Or be religious and say, "Believe in God, take it on faith." I mean, believe something totally, absolutely wrong. Believe in a hollow earth. Believe you are being contacted by an alien satellite who will put you in contact with other yous from parallel universes. Believe you are secretly an angel fairy vampire werewolf from an anime. Believe that someone else is an angel fairy vampire werewolf from an anime. It is incredibly humbling and liberating to be proven absolutely, totally wrong. 9.) Watch old movies in an attempt to understand the past. Old movies are great because they aren't period pieces, they unconsciously reflect the period in which they were made. Their historical details are not a result of modern perceptive filtering, they just are. People understood irony and satire and surrealism, they had the kind of sex every generation thinks it invented, they were obsessed with pop culture and fads, and they knew that they had to tell the stories they wanted everyone else to live by. I recommend Casablanca, Rebel Without a Cause, and to any future beings reading this blog entry, Back to the Future immediately followed by Fight Club. Also, Victorian porn if you are the porn type. (The Victorians were surprisingly contradictory--simultaneously hidebound and enlightened, elitist and socially conscious, prudish and kinky. It is a revelation.) 10.) Make friends with someone you hate. Many of the friends I have known for years are people with whom I wildly disagree on ideological, philosophical, social, and psychological issues, but who are sweet and dear and entertaining and wonderful to me anyway. I disliked most of them at first because they had such bizarrely different views and life experiences from me, but I found that we had a lot of interests and views in common, underneath the surface differences. Likewise, I've found that some of the people I've had the most in common with on the surface were really very different from me, so much that I could not understand them. Similar interests are not everything. Current Mood: enlightened Current Music: "Power in the Darkness," Tom Robinson Band (Comment on this)
Tuesday, April 1st, 2008
4:15 pm	Almost every time I go into the computer lab here, I somehow end up sitting across from the fattest, messiest chick on the entire campus. She always wears clothes that look like a cross between normal fat girl clothes--you know, the type that are covered with ruffles and have enormous ugly patterns on them--and the kind of clothes that hippie girls wore when they stopped taking lots of drugs and started having too many babies. Her hair looks like it hasn't been brushed in years, and there is tons of it. It's tangled and wild and this unhealthy-looking fake-red mouse-brown color, and it just falls all the fuck over her like it's vines that have grown over a huge stone building for years. She wears headphones, and I can hear her laughing hysterically even with my own headphones on. Today, she has about three Naruto books right next to her, a huge plastic cup of Coke (uncovered, which you're not supposed to have in here) balancing on the keyboard, and a huge paper grocery bag. In the grocery bag is two loaves of French bread, two wrapped-up loaves of Jimmy John's bread, and a big clear bag of donuts, the kind with lots of frosting and sprinkles. She's working her way through a third load of JJ bread, laughing with her mouth open at something her headphones are telling her, and there are crumbs on her face that she's not even bothering to wipe off. ...you know what? I would tap that so fucking hard. Current Mood: aroused (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
8:15 pm	For macroing uses. Can there ever really be enough gay? Discuss. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008
1:20 pm	At the start of each goal (or pair perhaps) a face may come up and say "You still here? Get out. Get off this train. We hate you." And from the speakers "This happened to you yesterday, tomorrow, now. This is your departure point, keep coming back. You'll be meeting all your friends here. When you're killed and dead keep coming back. You haven't a chance to get away. You've got to report in. This happened to you days ago, weeks ago, years ago. You don't know when this happened to you. We hate you. Get out. Don't ever come back." Scientology is hardcore. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 17th, 2008
8:58 pm	Mr. Wiggles expresses how I feel. Current Mood: lonely (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, December 1st, 2007
1:18 am	Name a character from one of my fandoms and I'll give you (a) three facts about them from my personal canon/fanon, (b) a reason he/she sucks, (c) a reason he/she is awesomecakes, (d) five things that never happened to that character or (e) five people that character never fell in love with and why. You pick the character. I pick the letter. Current Music: beavis and butt-head (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 28th, 2007
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Tuesday, November 27th, 2007
7:28 pm	elementary physics I wish people turned into elliptical planes when I wasn't looking at them. MAYBE THEY DO. (Comment on this)
Monday, November 12th, 2007
12:49 pm	The first ten people to comment on this post get to request a drabble from you. In return, they have to post this meme in their journal. Post all fandoms you’re willing to write for. Me and the squirrel are friends! (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, September 28th, 2007
10:49 pm	THIS BE MAH EVIL FAERY. Current Music: "Evil," Interpol (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, September 20th, 2007
4:22 pm	This information is crucial. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, September 12th, 2007
3:06 am	"Pioneer to the Falls," Interpol Show me the dirt pile And I will pray that the soul can take Three stowaways Vanish with no guile And I will not pay But the soul can wait The soul can wait It's still pretty But when all these leave We’ll be fine We’ll be fine But if it’s still pretty What with all these leaving We'll be fine, oh And supervised Show me the dirt pile And I will pray that the soul can take Three stowaways And you vanish with no guile And I will not pay But the soul can wait I felt you so much today I know you tried You tried straight into my heart You fly straight into my heart Girl, I know you try You fly straight into my heart You fly straight into my heart But here comes the fault... So much for make believe, I'm not sold So much for dreams we see I'm not prepared to know Your heart makes me feel Your heart makes me moan For always and ever, I'll never let go Always concealed Safe and inside, alive! Show me the dirt pile And I will pray that the soul can take Three stowaways In a passion it broke I pull the black from the grey But the soul can wait I felt you so much today... For reference, as I'm listening to it a lot for inspiration. (Comment on this)