Saturday, December 23, 2006

Never Date an Aries

Impatient, restless, and selfish - it's a lot of work to make an Aries happy.
And if you drop the ball, your Aries will be gone faster than you can say "I'm sorry"!

Instead try dating: Taurus, Virgo, Scorpio, or Pisces
What Sign Shouldn't You Date?

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Monday, December 11, 2006

Huh.


You are The Moon


Hope, expectation, Bright promises.


The Moon is a card of magic and mystery - when prominent you know that nothing is as it seems, particularly when it concerns relationships. All logic is thrown out the window.


The Moon is all about visions and illusions, madness, genius and poetry. This is a card that has to do with sleep, and so with both dreams and nightmares. It is a scary card in that it warns that there might be hidden enemies, tricks and falsehoods. But it should also be remembered that this is a card of great creativity, of powerful magic, primal feelings and intuition. You may be going through a time of emotional and mental trial; if you have any past mental problems, you must be vigilant in taking your medication but avoid drugs or alcohol, as abuse of either will cause them irreparable damage. This time however, can also result in great creativity, psychic powers, visions and insight. You can and should trust your intuition.


What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

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Okay, that eXTReMe Tracking thing is a mixed blessing to be sure. Here are a couple of ways that people found me:

http://www.ask.com/web?q=i+want+to+see+free+flicks+where+women+are+fucking+animals

http://www.google.co.uk/search?q=husband+wets+himself+diapers

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&q=dating+someone+with+a+mental+disorder+AND+schizoid


Thursday, December 07, 2006

"Pain of Afghan Suicide Women." Article says that many of these women, often arranged in marriage to 40-year-old-men while still in their teens, feel that suicide is the only way out of a trap from which they can't escape. I don't fucking blame them, I mean, Jesus! Forced into marriage to some old chump who, if you're lucky *doesn't* beat you? If it were me, I'd have done it long ago!

But think, people, if you want to exit this realm, setting yourself afire is not the way to do it! Holy shit, do I have to tell you everything? Get ahold of a firearm or throw yourself off a bridge (don't bother with pills, they often don't work). Even hanging is less painful and more sure than fire. Gawd, imagine waking up covered with severe burns, thus making your life maybe 1,000% more miserable than it already was. Christ.

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[Prompted by V., I'm watching Plan 9 From Outer Space again. Love how that "inspector" keeps scratching his head with the barrel of his pistol.]

Hey, check it out! A vacuum coffee brewer!



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Fourteen days -- count 'em -- FOURTEEN days after I requested my refill, my Effexor arrived today. By this time, I'm suffering severe withdrawal symptoms and am in pretty sad shape overall. When I called the VA yesterday, I was told that I need to plan ahead better when phoning in refills. Thanks, VA. Thanks for fucking up my refill, and thus, my head. And thanks for making it my fault.

You really should watch The Kid (1921) when you get a chance. Good flick.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

"US Not Winning Conflict in Iraq"? What? *lower lip trembling* How can this be possible? I thought the US government was infallible!

I don't know where I'll find the strength to carry on, with my convictions shattered thus.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Pet peeve: when someone uses a Priority box from the post office to send you a parcel, but they've taped over the easy-access pull-strip.

I finally got my hands on some MSC (Mister Super Clear), a spray resin used to coat BJD's after you paint them. Apparently there is no substitute, though believe me, I looked. This shit's from Japan and can be hard to find. Once I found some, I bought three cans. But here's the thing: I requested that they add two
Kolinski sable paintbrushes to the order: one 20/0 and one 30/0. I've *never* seen a 30/0 before. Anyway, they added the brushes and didn't charge me. So, I guess that leaves it up to me, being the honest soul that I yam. If the seller were a big corporation I'd say screw it, but they're a mom-and-pop, so I'll take the high road.

US marine given 40 years for rape

A US marine has been sentenced to 40 years in prison for raping a local woman in the Philippines last year.

The sentence was handed down to Lance Corporal Daniel Smith in a Manila courtroom for the rape of the woman in a van at a former US navy base.

Three other defendants, Lance Corporals Keith Silkwood and Dominic Duplantis and Staff Sergeant Chad Carpentier, were all cleared of rape.

The case had sparked strong protests from women's and left-wing groups.

About 100 protesters were outside the courthouse for the verdict.

They sang the nationalist song My Country and called for the end of the Visiting Forces Agreement that covers the use of overseas troops in training exercises.

Damages

The attack took place at the former US naval base of Subic Bay, west of Manila, in November last year.

Smith, 21, from St Louis, Missouri, had said the sex was consensual.

But Judge Benjamin Pozon said the woman was so drunk she could not have consented to sex.

He said the length of the sentence was aimed at "protecting women against the unbridled bestiality of persons who cannot control their libidinous proclivity".

Smith was also ordered to pay the defendant 100,000 pesos ($2,000) in damages.

The marines had been held in custody at the US embassy, after the US refused to hand them over until the end of the trial.

The defendants were stationed in Okinawa, Japan, but had just finished manoeuvres in the Philippines when the attack occurred.

The case created strong emotions in the Philippines, with protesters often appearing at the courtroom.

They had held placards including the phrases "Justice for Nicole," "Jail the Yankees," and "Rage Against Rape".

Nicole was the pseudonym given to the victim, now 23, in the case.

Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/asia-pacific/6205324.stm

Published: 2006/12/04 07:39:13 GMT

© BBC MMVI

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I post this article because when I was in the marine corps, I remember "having sex" -- on more than one occasion -- when I was way too drunk to have any say in the matter. And without a doubt, the party(ies) in question would have said it was consensual.

Speaking for myself, I can't help but take responsibility. If I was the one being drunk, trusting and gullible, I'm the one who put myself in situations where unscrupulous persons would take advantage. I just wish I'd had more common sense in those days, realized sooner that I wasn't special or even particularly desirable, and that none of those guys gave a hairy rat's ass about me. It makes me sad thinking about it, so I won't.

I like my life so much better now.

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On a completely different note, I keep having dreams about a certain someone who was in my high school class and is now an actor. Jeezus. I think he's the figure in my subconscious who'll sweep in, accept me, love me, and make everything all right, when in truth I'm sure he doesn't know -- or, more importantly, care -- that I exist [and I'm cool with that; I wouldn't expect him to]. All I know is, those dreams irritate the shit out of me. My waking self revels in the fact that I'm by myself and don't answer to anyone, while my sleeping self yearns for a "soulmate." Gimme a fucking break.

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On another completely different note, here's an entry from V in its entirety:

Friday, November 03, 2006

This could be the best place yet - but you must overcome your fears.. - George O'Dowd

Time Clock of The Heart

I was going to say how how fast 2005 went by, and then realized that its 2006.

It's really the same as any other years with not much gained and a loss of a lot of things. Hair is one thing.

Friends are scarce and I'm trying to accept this as the norm for my life. I just happen to be one of those people. Judge me only by my Un-popularity.

Tammy said to the new girl "Oh, and that's V. Everyone hates him"

This was 6Th grade.

Stop laughing. It wasn't that funny. It's true. I wish I could say that it WAS true. But I can't because it still IS true. Tammy is still around in many other forms telling, whispering to people in their ears - "everyone hates him."

Tammy could be god. Or energy. Or just something in the air. A force of some sort or the source itself. Though I'm told that the source only knows how to give love. So it may be some other thing. It is a code you are born with. It's in your DNA. It's an instruction. Information.

But this morning, someone whom I was sure that hated me, actually held the elevator door for me.

And I wondered if this was to be my last day here.

Even to those that live a 100 years. It's really a very short trip. This stopover. This brief intermission is but a spark. In the cosmic scheme of things our lives are just flashing on and off. This is true in both science and the spiritual.

I just don't know what is what, but what I know is that it plain sucks that this is the way I have to spend my human existence here on earth.

Just want to get off the train and continue on. Let me become the vibrations that I am and let me not have any earthbound feelings anymore.

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I cannot tell you how much I relate to this post. Only difference is, yesterday during a meltdown (ran out of meds and the refills haven't arrived yet) I started questioning the existence of god. Usually I'm of the opinion that there's a higher power of some kind, even if it exists beyond our comprehension. It's necessary for me to believe that there's a reason of some kind for all this shit. But during my meltdown yesterday I was convinced that everything is for nothing, that it means nothing. Check me out, I'm getting all nihilist and shit.

It's been years since I've had a crisis in spirituality. I'm going to take some philosophy classes, regardless of whether they apply to my degree or not. I think I need a break from the usual anyway; I've had the doldrums for quite some time.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

I just finished The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. It was wonderful, and maybe even genius. So moving, sweet, imaginative, different. Wow. I know I'll be thinking about about this book for a long time.

Yesterday I watched Airplane! for the first time uncensored (always saw it on network t.v. when I was a kid), and got a few hearty laughs out of it. The sanitizing makes quite a difference. For the worse. But you knew that.

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