Im often embarrassed by my fellow southerners.. particularly the ones I work with. for example. "How do hell did you drive to mexico? thats another country! it's across the water!" from a 40 year old woman who is a LPN [ licensed practical nurse for those outside the medical field]

My mother is from England. That's where she grew up.
When we first moved to NC we were at a little country restaurant when the sweet lil waitress noticed my mother had an accent.
When my mother explained it was because she was from England, Linda-Faye asked her, "When you came here, did you have to learn English?"

i remember being asked a few dodgy questions myself. i don't remember most of them unfortunately. but i got the impression that some people either think that england is unchanged from several centuries ago, or that america is the only developed country. it's only the odd person ofcourse, and it's more a source of amusement than anything else; a bit like when people ask if we celebrate the 4th of july.

"This hour has 22 minutes"(canadian comedy show) has, or did have, a regular segment called "Talking to Americans".

Same here :/

I am currently experiencing what I believe to be a moment of clarity in my life, and I'm beginning to come to terms with the fact that despite all plans and road maps events will play out independent of what I do to contain them.
It's incredibly frustrating and refreshingly freeing at the same time...

A few months ago I was walking a labyrinth at a Renfair hoping by the time I got to the center, I would have a little more idea about what to do with my life than when I started the walk. I followed the path and despite the twists, winds, and double backs, it lead right to the center. Standing there, looking at the space I had walked, it occurred to me that just because I can't easily fathom where and how a path is taking me, that doesn't mean I'm not on my way. Liberating.

Your epiphany reminds me of a saying I've heard a few times.

No battle plan survives contact with the enemy.

I have been in school, without breaks for longer than 2 months, since I was 5 years old.
This has been the one consistent source of denial and alternate realities; happiness.
Revolving friends by circumstance, cannot blame them, we keep in touch but sometimes not..

I will not know what to do with myself on the 11th.

See me later for suggestions.

I'm finding that to love making art is one of the greatest things I can do. However, loving art is a constant process of discovering and rediscovering how to love it, because it is easy to collapse into frustration and self-loathing. To enjoy every stroke of the pencil or the brush is at the heart of artistic happiness, and one of my aspirations.

So long as you have that struggle, your art will probably continue to grow and you will find new things to say with it.

I'm tired as hell of writing erotica. If it weren't so damn lucrative and a good side income I'd chuck the lot of it and simply enjoy writing nonsexual stories with actual plot. I adore creating my worlds, politics, strife and creatures more then I do explaining how they hump. I'm a whore for the money.

I know visual artists who are sick of drawing porn, but have trouble making money with any other subject matter. I'm not surprised that it exists for those who specialize in prose. I am however, saddened.

Oh well. Maybe some good porn will cheer me up.

I can't understand the logic of going up mountains to chase Mexicans... Wouldn't it be sensible to just wait for them to come down the other side?!

Why fight gravity?

i just had the most amazing thing ive ever had happen to me happen in a 3 day 3 night span last week , and im at peace and calm as a rock, yeah yeah that last part is frightening ;p

I hope these amazing things are good things.

the very best there is old friend the very best .

I miss her.

It's worth the price.

It was my fault.

After 45 years of "Ooooh, got'ta buy that" I realized I don't want to go to any more swap meets or garage sales. I just don't give a shit any more.

Bunners

And you DO have a lot of stuff. I've seen it.

My current job looks like a zombie from a Troma movie and it should be beaten down with a flaming crowbar before it eats the brain of further people. From January I'm switching to a part time schedule and I've been carefully setting up things since a long time so I can take a serious shot at working as a freelance illustrator/painter while still having a reasonable backup plan. I haven't been comfortable talking with people about this though because it feels... weird, with the shitty economy and so many people out of a job. I have busted my ass for years to set everything up so that I'm financially stable, with a good degree, not outright leaving the vurrent job, netwroking with people of the field I want to move to, etc. But sometimes I feel we have got to the point where even pursuing your dreams rationally is considered "stirring up trouble" if you're not aiming to have a career in banking or something like that. I can only hope all this will be worth the effort.

Also I fap to- err, I like ponies.

I wish you the best of luck. May your have the right mix of hard work and dreams.

Thank you. ^_^ And may you fill the terrible hole (but not to the point of overflow, overflowing sanity can be a very dangerous thing).

I have fantasies that are sometimes a bit too sadistic and depraved. :p

And I sometimes worry about really unleashing them on the world.

I am not sure there's such a thing as too sadistic and depraved in the the fandom. There will always be at least one other critter that faps his brains out to your notions.

By unleash, you mean sharing the ideas, right? Or do you mean visiting them on person/place/thing in actual fact?

Sharing them in art and stories.

Definitely not things that could (or should) translate to reality.

I'm tired.

You need put down for a nap.

Don't wanna nap.

Okay... something on my mind constantly despite that I've not been talking about it at all... My car was vandalized and I don't know who did it or why. I don't have problems with anyone in my life. It happened a week and a half ago and it's still dragging me down every day. Even though it's just a car I just feel so wronged and hurt. I don't understand why a person would do this to another person. The vandal didn't seem to try to break into my car, just do thousands of dollars worth of damage to its paint and smashable surfaces. Why me?

Even though it's a big pain, I don't feel like this incident should be affecting, my philosophy about humankind or my view of the world or my general mood as much as it is. Because it really is having a huge effect even though I'm doing my best to move on. It is making me wonder how anyone deals with ACTUAL trauma.

Why you? Some people just get off in destruction. They feel entitled.

So unless there's something about the vandalism that points out that its damage directed personally at you, I wouldn't take it personal. If there were a slur matching your ethnicity or gender or some such spray painted on the car then I'd take it very personally, however.

Humankind didn't do this to you or your car. At most, a small group of criminals did this. You could narrow it down. I'd make judgements about the perpetrators and the environment that they live. What kind of people must they be?

Toads. Buckets of Toads.

Buckets of pus...and the dogs who love them.

Go go gadget Pyrometra!!

uh.... ZEEKY BOOGEY DOOG! *boom*

You don't say?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aerflVNHvXM

I'm finding myself lucid dreaming when I repeatedly hit the snooze button. I end up sleeping in for a hour just because I want to experience more.

I just do that because I want to sleep. :)
Still, nice that you can live the dream...er..dream the...eh...I got nothin'.

I want to be locked in your basement 8|

Excellent.
Just one problem.
Neither of my houses have a basement.
Could I lock you in the barn instead?

I will alter my fantasies accordingly B)

I find the more we want something and the more we strive to obtain it . . . the more you realize the work may not have been worth it.

You know what they say about being careful what you wish for.

Isn't that how the Arabian Nights stories started out?

Mum died in September. I'm glad I still saw her in August.

My condolences.

I'm wondering why I was never informed about this until today?

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0.....&pf_rd_i=507846

Let me know if its worth seeing.

After watching a couple trailers, it looks horrendous. A pity.

I can't stand my job or where my life is right now, and I have no idea how I can climb out of the spot I'm in right now.

One step a time...before you know it, you' ve reached someplace else.

I know this is random, but I saved this comment all this time and over a year later I have indeed arrived at a far better place than I was before. I know it was only one comment, but I guess it's that at the time I felt you were wrong, but I made the effort anyway. So yes! There is my random reply of the year. Thanks for the reply, and thanks for reading this!

I often get the feeling that I don't know what I want out life. I feel I should be doing something, but I don't know what something is.

Have you considered a career in Forestry?

I'm sick of people calling me by my given name, but I don't know how to get them to stop.

Have you considered subterfuge?

I still need to get a replacement missing earpiece for my stethoscope. I was supposed to take a picture and send to you.

Do it.

I'm getting older, significantly less resilient, and a great deal less tolerant of fools. I find myself fantasizing about politicians and very large and aggressive,
um, OK, better not go there.......

Today is Pixie's first birthday. The past year has seen the loss of three of my four-legged companions, and Pixie really came at a time when I needed her most. Pixie is a blessing, and a living reminder that there is always something to look forward to.

Happy birthday to an adorable canine. Its amazing how much joy a dog can bring.

I passed on the well-wishes and the compliment. She washed my ear. :) No matter how many years one owns dogs, one can never cease to be amazed by the happiness they bring us.

Sanity is the delusion caused by a severe lack of alcohol, and should be avoided at all costs

I will drink to that!

A good majority of my most favorite movies carry the theme of a single persons struggle to fit into the world even though they are amongst friends. (Said movies also have great soundtracks/scores as well but that's a small detail.)

The cost of an active fantasy life is not accomplishjng anything real.

And I seem to be pretty happy with that trade.

Go Boing!