Archive for December, 2005
As the whole world is no doubt now aware, NYC is undergoing the first transit strike since sometime in the 80s.
Luckily this actually manages to affect me very little, though I am perturbed I wasn't able to get to Best Buy in time to return some shit I don't want.
The images of people walking across the Brooklyn Bridge into Manhattan move me, no doubt, but as a customer bluntly put it while buying coffee yesterday, "Let someone else be the fucking martyr, my feet hurt."
It's just lucky that my job happens to be a block from my house. If it weren't the case I would be jobless, cos there ain't no way I'm walking more than ten minutes in twenty-five degree weather.
So the lesson of this entry? I don't have one, cos I've made more money due to this transit strike than I have on holidays. :P Keep fighting for lower pension ages and an increase in a salary that's already ridiculous and higher than NYC teachers'. But don't get, like, greedy or anything.
22 December 2005 at 8:08 am | No Comments » 
the daily things
My parents bought me a new digital camera for Christmas the Holidays.
It arrived today.
So ofcourse it's already opened, customized, configured, etc.
Marvel at the beauty of three megapixels.
21 December 2005 at 8:31 pm | 1 Comment » shutterbugs
I updated a revision to 01:War Pigs. I changed a few things about the elements of Triyard in an attempt to make the city darker, etc. Also a few other minor plot details here and there.
And then I reuploaded 1st Interlude cos I can't remember if I edited it too, or not. :P
Downloads are, again, at the right.
21 December 2005 at 1:35 am | No Comments » a total stranger one black day
I don't really write in here anymore.
I'd like to go and say it's because of one of the following reasons:
1) I'm Very Busy, doing Very Busy things, IE, the real world, life, etc. Which would indicate I'd developed a glimmer of a social life and thus I've stopped hating people a grade less. Yeah, right.
2) I have no interest. Clearly that excuse won't work because I've put this site on hiatus eight billion times and I keep coming back.
3) Some other vague unspecific really good reason that I can't think of right now cos I don't care.
None of these would be correct, though.
The real reason will shock all of you, Dear Reader(s?) who know me in any capacity.
The real reason, drumroll, is because I decided to inact, subconsciously, my own measure of self-censorment. You see, until relatively recently I thought I was losing my mind. I thought I'd begun, in some damaging schitzophrenic sense, to create a new reality for myself to subsist in, one of paranoid delusions and conspiracy theories. It was a very scary place to be in and because of this and my terrifying fear that those around me that I lived with, worked with, slept with would realize that I was very clinically insane I started withdrawing into the quiet of this turmoil and allowed myself to believe that I was being persecuted and hated, reviled and targeted. I believed the world was out to obliterate me and those like me, to step upon and squash anybody with a mind or heart like mine that thought my thoughts or felt my desires.
It was a world that voted for George W. Bush twice.
Clearly, clearly I needed therapy.
I didn't begin my trek out of the darkness and into the real world again until, in a moment of depression and desparation, I broke down and told C.S. and my roommates of my affliction. I waited patiently as they absorbed my confession, certain that one would get up any second to call my parents and the psych ward.
Unfortunately, they delivered the more upsetting news that my fake world wasn't fake at all.
George W. Bush had ended up President twice.
I think you know where I'm going with this.
In actuality I'm not crazy or anything, this is the world now, and boy is it fucked up. 1984 had nothing on 2005.
Anyway, I'm over it.
Fuck it all.
I really. Really. Cannot take it anymore. When I have to hear about penis-looking-jackasses in anti-semetic rants complaining about the War on Christmas it makes me throw up in my mouth a little bit.
There was a time I can remember when I told my father I wouldn't go to a firing range with him and my brother because I didn't like guns and didn't want to touch one. There was a time I argued with him when he decided to get a gun permit and bring one into the house because I didn't want one around.
There was a time when I wouldn't fight with the dumbasses at school who hated me because I was the smart flaming kid who got good grades and everybody liked because I was funny. I wouldn't advocate violence and if they hit me, I'd do what Jesus said to do because there was once a time in my life when that mattered to me too.
But forget it.
More and more I am beginning to feel the only way to change the world is to blow it up.
Well here you go, world. Let's light the fuse.
16 December 2005 at 12:06 pm | No Comments » bitching
How Bush has the audacity to come out on World AIDS Day and say anything whatsoever bothers me more than the fact that he's president.
I fucking hate him.
1 December 2005 at 10:03 pm | No Comments » bitching
