I'll probably be dead when you read this.

Make sure you act like you didn't already know.

Unless I am just faking this for attention. In which case don't give me any.

I just hope I tasted good :D

P.S the best way to get rid of a body is probably to turn it into dogfood. Just sayin'.

Just got back to North Carolina. I am living in Harrisburg, just a few miles past UNCC.

Skype me. We have many Gucci matters to discuss, some of which pertain to seriouz bidness and other about pal-ing around.

Everything is just how I remembered it. Boring as fuck.

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That is all.

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http://kriskodisko.wordpress.com/20.....to-the-manhug/

Now that is all.

Or is it?

Yes, yes it is.

Eons ago, between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and it's gleaming cities, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars...

But the proudest kingdom of the world was Ginger-Rico, reigning supreme in the dreaming west. Hither came Quetzalcoatl, auburn-haired, be-freckled and crowned with feathers from a continent sleeping in the east...

The natives wrote accolades for him, befitting his majesty, and sung unto him as one would a god. In return, he bestowed upon his chosen people the secrets of his form and longevity. Finally he fashioned a city with his amassed sacraments, called El Dorardo, and left the sleeping continent...

For thousands of years the Ginger-Ricans scurried across the face of their dreaming continent, even as the fledgling humanity first began to crawl from it's primordial dirt. They even still murmured songs of exaltation when humanity first decided to sail across the yawning chasm of the sea...

And even today, it is said that the rainbowed feathers of Quetzalcoatl still lead to the golden city of El Dorado where the last of the noble Ginger-Ricans lay in repose, hidden away from humanity, having succeeded in shackling the sleeping continent...

(The tale of the Ginger-Ricans has finally been told. I borrowed heavily from Conan the Barbarian. I was thinking about gingers being the master race, then ginger-ricans being the master race. Then I thought they came from a lost continent, like atlantis. Then I remembered the myth of Quetzalcoatl and decided that he was a really a leprechaun and founded the ginger-rican race. Finally I remembered the golden city of El Dorado and saw how it fit perfectly as leprechauns like gold. Then I read that Q is sometimes portrayed as having rainbow feathers and knew I had to write the legend.)

Add me on Skype, I've just figured out how awesome it is.

So much faster then typing n' stuff.

Username: Jesse.Cline00

May be subject to change in the near future. My international friends keep making fun of my slight southern accent.



Fuck.

Yes.

Fucking Will Smith and his PG rap, trying to deny the greatness of Carlton's dancing.

So, I've been in Colorado for 2 days now. My new basement hideout is epic, there's a bathroom and everything. I probably went up about 2 whole levels in terms of social standing. Seriously, the house is like in the middle of a park and there's 3 stories and errthing.

My new folks are a tad on the conservative side, they were watching CNN and my step-brother didn't like how I got all of my news from John Stewart, but what can you do.

In actuality I find their wholesome Americana entirely refreshing. It is nice to be around positive people for once. But I still can't help but see them as a little naive. But still, there's a huge fucking bridge to build here.

I knew I was in trouble when I mentioned a NASCAR Theatrical Hybrid Type Event" after my Stepbrother remarked that car building was an art form. Needless to say I got a room of blank faces.

The 38 hour long bus ride was exhausting, but on the way to St. Louis (dat arch) I befriended a nice muslin woman who was sitting next to me. We talked about how much we disliked western culture and alternative medicine. Also had to sleep next to a creepy guy who kept inching closer to me throughout the night, I woke up at one point to have him inches from my face. T'was disconcerting.

The whole family is very physically active, there's tons of exercise equipment right next to my "bedroom" in the basement that I plan to put to good use. I'm going to start working out and drinking protein shakes and having a diet that isn't ice cream and bacon based.

And yes, I know I left that Nicol Bolas vs Ajanni duel deck. Hopefully a certain gothtopic penguin could mail it to me or something.

Driver's permit tomorrow. Also going to look for job applications. But still, this is probably one of the best decisions I've ever made.

Y'all motherfuckers keep it Gucci back on the home-front now.

They took down all of my illegal pictures finally.

...

But I must rage.

They shall suffer the full extent of my pasty-ginger fury.

My wrath would be like a crucible of torment upon them.

Only once my fury has subsided, and their wretched form is driven before me, torn and battered by my ebbing hatred.

And, once they have sufficiently begged for my forgiveness, would I entertain their sordid pleas for a quick and merciful death.

For Lady Justice, in here infinte wisdom, would at last ordain what must be done.

As her will would be wrought by my hand.

And with great resolve would I take the sword of Themis.

And lay into my miserable foe. Their wine red blood, a shimmering pool at my feet, reflecting the pale white light of my conviction.

And at last, their anguishing visage, severed forever from this mortal coil, would crumble into oblivion.

Then I would shout unto the blackening heavens.

"Fuck you, FA..!"

"You, who in your vain notions of duty and false prestige, took from me my dearest companions."

"Che Colbert."

"Human Baby/Alien."

"Cosbynometry."

"What is Beauty?"

(Next time I'll just Photoshop some pornography onto it, that should satisfy their terms and conditions.)

(With AC so close now I figured I'd repost this meme thing for you viewing pleasure, humble and probably purely hypothetical reader of mine. I remember alot of these questions being utterly pointless though.)

• Where are you staying? The Omni hotel. We moved down the street from last year.

• What day are you getting there? On the 13th I believe.

• Who will you be rooming with?  Ninjakamisma  Srm_the_Kitsune  thegrimpenguin (Bringing my brother this time, I can't wait to see all the culture shock. He'll be right at home with all the damn trip-pants though >.>)

• What is your gender? Male. (Got dat Y chromosome.)

• How old are you? Totally old enough to drink. (But sadly, not old enough to do it legally. I will be bring teh booze though, enough to be nice and wasted every night.)

• Can I talk to you? Yup. That's the point of the whole thing, right? (This time I will be talking with everyone :D)

• Can I touch you? Sure, but only if you get an invincibility-star power up first. (I'm such a clever bastard teehee)

• Are you friendly? My friendliness is positively correlated to my blood alcohol content. (Still true and it will be significantly higher this year too.)

• Can I hang out with you? Yeah. I'm always trying to meet interesting and intelligent people. (I met some great people last year who probably don't remember me. I'd like to chill with them for a while if I get the chance.)

• Are you taken? Nope. Not really looking for anyone either. (foreveralone.jpg)

• Do you do free art? I'm not really an artist... I do motherfucking science and shit. (Now I play the keyboard too. Including the part in "Funky Town" that goes all bee-bee-be-bo-beep-buh-buh-bo-beep! Eat your heart out Bucktown.)

• Will you take commissions? See above. (Nope but I will be picking one up from  Mx_Scade )

• How can I find you? I'll be that vaguely androgynous looking ginger with glasses, black polo shirt and undeserved air of intellectual superiority. (Now I'm a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy, it's the pretentiousness on the inside that really matters)

• Can I buy you drinks? Fucks-to-da-yea. (I believe this is where the questions get more pointless now)

• Can I buy you food? I don't see why not... (Urgh)

• Can I give you money? Would anyone really say no to this? I will. Just to be different. Take that society. I'm not a part of your system. (Urgh again. Get it me from the past)

It'll be my first time at any major con, much less a furry con. I hope to have a good time and meet a lot of cool people. (I certainly did and this time I plan to explore the city alot more. Next year I want to add a third string of parenthesis.)

This really will be the end of an era though so I will party as hard as I possibly can. For real this time. After this I'm moving on with my life. But until then:



See yah there.

Yes, it exists. The anthem of the noble bro, here in all of it's original glory.

This should trigger the growth of some kind of cosmic consciousness deep within the recesses of your mind or something.

So I've created my magnum opus, my ultimate creation. It's fucking evil. Everything about it is positively dripping with vileness. I took the Pegasus idea and ran with it, then I discovered Consult the Necrosages and subsequently dumped white.

Without further ado:
(Creatures x 12)

Architects of Will x4
Dimir Cutpurse x4
Lurking Informant x4

(Spells x 24)

Consult the Necrosages x4
Recoil x4
Frightful Delusion x4
Countersquall x4
Vapor Snag x4
Preordain x4

I debated on whether to use Neurok Invisimancer or not, but finally decided not to and just to stay with 8 counters and 8 bounce spells. Also it turned out to be almost mono blue, although about a third of the cards are still multicolored.

Once I found Frightful Delusion I realized how terrifying it would be to have it played 3rd turn, then I knew that I had to make a control/discard deck. The main strategy is to bounce and then discard or counter (and discard!) when they replay their creature. Recoil can also bounce an annoying permanent (again discard!) and then I can counter it when it's replayed (and discard, again). Vapor Snag and Counter squall whittle down life slowly, while Dimir Cutpurse and Necrosages give me insane card advantage.

Finally the win strategy is to use Architects of Will and Lurking Informant (I like to think he works for the architects :D) to shut down their top deck, the informant being like a mini architects, but if I use them together I could decide what cards to rearrange or even if my opponent gets a particular one or not. By the 6th turn they should be hopelessly out of cards and drawing nothing except lands while I have a near full hand full of counters and bounce spells that both discard.

This should be epic, I can't wait to destroy with mah new baby.

...and no, it doesn't die to removal... motherfucker

Once upon a time, in a magical forest not too far away from South Dakota there lived a most fabulous hare and his best friend, the pineapple.
The hare, being magical and all, told the pineapple, “Um, hi.” The pineapple could speak English too.
“I challenge you to a race! Whoever makes it across the forest and back first wins a ninja! And a lifetime’s supply of toothpaste!” The hare looked at the pineapple strangely, but agreed to the race.
The next day, the competition was coming into play. All the animals in the forest (but not the pineapples, for pineapples are immobile) arranged a finish/start line in between two trees. The coyote placed the pineapple in front of the starting line, and the hare was on his way.
Everyone on the sidelines was bustling about and chatting about the obvious prediction that the hare was going to claim the victory (and the ninja and the toothpaste). Suddenly, the crow had a revolutionary realization.

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

Yes, that is a grammatically correct sentence.

a. the city of Buffalo, New York, United States, which is used as a noun adjunct in the sentence and is followed by the animal; (as in Carolina Panthers)
n. the noun buffalo, an animal, in the plural (equivalent to "buffaloes" or "buffalos"), in order to avoid articles; (as in you know what the fuck this is)
v. the verb "buffalo" meaning to bully, confuse, deceive, or intimidate. (as in to be a douche-bag to someone)

Buffalo^a buffalo^n Buffalo^a buffalo^n buffalo^v buffalo^v Buffalo^a buffalo^n.

Meaning: THE buffalo FROM Buffalo WHO ARE buffaloED BY buffalo FROM Buffalo, buffalo (verb) OTHER buffalo FROM Buffalo.

Still with me? Good, here's your reward.



Goddamn that song makes anything epic.

I <3 Weird Al.

Just as awesome as Robocop-on-a-Unicorn. Another movie as good as Reefer Madness. Yes, I only watch camptastic movies now.

Greatest. Movie. Ever.

I've updated my list of things that describe me (and taken off a few things too.) I feel this one is more mature and more accurate somehow. I also know what kind of stuff I need to improve at in order to become a more ideal version of myself.

I used StumbleUpon.com to help me with this, it was much easier then before since I could choose from hundreds of things and I recommend it highly as you'll never be bored on the interwebz again.

A.I,
Activism,
Anarchism,
Anime,
Astronomy,
Atheism
Biology,
Chess,
Classic Films,
Cognitive Science,
Comic Books,
Communism,
Counterculture,
Cyberculture,
Environment,
Ethics,
Ethnic Music,
Fantasy Books,
Gothculture,
Humor,
Literature,
Logic,
Mythology,
Philosophy,
Poetry,
Post-Rock,
Postmodernism,
Psychology,
Role-Playing Games,
Science,
Science-Fiction,
Self-Improvement,
Soundtracks,
Space Exploration,
Video Games,

Also, I'm 20 now bitches, still uber-pretentious and having been desperately trying to develop adequate social skills for the past 2 years.

And I'm definitely not the same person I was when I first made this account, in fact I can honestly say if I could go back in time, even a couple months ago, I wouldn't like my former self too much.

Also, I had some kind of spiritual awakening while watching some improv actors at IchibanCon. I figure I want to be like them, so authentic and totally in the moment. Affirming life and living it to it's fullest. Everyone in society is kind of like an improv actor, in a way... and all of life is but a stage... blah blah blah.

Who would have thought I'd ever want desperately to be more like Wayne Brady? Curse him. I must know his oh-so-suave secrets!

Question: If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is around to hear it does a hipster buy its album?

Answer: He had it before the tree even fell.

I knew games were going in this direction the whole time and it's finally set in stone. It's over. The age of intelligent and entertaining gaming has officially ended. Now, it's just another bland medium for the general public to nourish off of, like that movie that people keeping paying to watch over-and-over.

I quite gaming forever.

I recently took part in an epic music video with Bill Cosby and the Fabulous Fatty Ding-Dongs Troupe.

Now turn up your speakers brah!

Click here for the awesome sauce.

As you an see, I'm the 4th back-up dancer from the left. I can't wait to explore the more gangsta rap oriented aspects of my personality with this exciting new release. I absolutely love it's lyrical, proletariat-esque dynamic and stark refusal to submit to society's harsh mandates. Instead of blinding following the herd morality, X "gives it to ya" and then subsequently "gets a nigga."

Thinking about ideas for a possible anthromorphic character/fursona thingy.

I like the idea of a dragon, especially a silver one. Similar in appearance to THIS. I would change a couple of things, including the shape of the horns (longer and mere defined, like that of a goat or ram) the color of the eyes (violet instead) and also give the underbelly a slight violet hue too. I would change the length of the kite-like third-wing to be as much more longer (about 2/3s the size of his shoulder wings.) Finally, he has a goggle that is about a foot in length attached to a leather cap around his right eye which he uses as telescope.

Personality wise he has several traits atypical of most dragons. For instance, he is unusually small for a dragon and -while physically fit- is much weaker then a typical male dragon his own age. That being said, he's still 8 feet tall at the shoulder. He has the unusual habit of walking up-right among even his own kind (it makes him appear taller) usually with his wings wrapped around him like a cloak (similar to how a bat roasts.) Like most dragons, he is bursting with pride and arrogance and is obsessed with maintaining a properly groomed appearance.

He is well know for his brilliant intellect, (having mastered several different schools of magic at a young age) and is particularly prone to debate and feats of mental fortitude such as riddles or games of memory. His personality could be described as "pounce or ponder": he will either think about something for years, dwelling over every detail or will do something without thinking, enjoying the opportunity to put his reflexes and quick wits to the test. He's particularly slow to anger (for a dragon), as he considers reason to be a better instrument then blind emotion. However, when he does feel angry (or any emotion for that matter) he will experience it much more strongly and is considered temperamental even by the standards of his own kind.

Finally he is quite eccentric and mostly shuns the contact of other dragons, his lair is covered in strange artifacts and ancient books. It is just as likely that any single one is a powerful magical treasure then it is a simple oddity that peaked his curiosity. Only he would know the difference anyway.

Atheism
Hypercubes
Reason
Dragons
Symphonic Metal
The Enlightenment
Wizards
Artificial Intelligence
Zombies
Post-Modernism
Revolutions
New Age Music
Secular Humanism
Frankenstein
Ragnarok
Buster Swords
Post-Rock
Cthulhu
Empiricism
Nicol Bolas
Light Sabers
Martinis
Stephen Colbert
Trans-Humanism
Wow! Signal
Prometheus
Gatorade
Cyborgs
Individualism
Lucifer
RPG Maker VX
Existentialism
Hippies
Necromancy
Steampunk
Epic Choirs
Epic Guitar Solos
Opera
Bacon
Cosmology
Individualism
Anarchism
Pringles
Supernovas

I hate having nothing more important to say. My life isn't that interesting. It should be, but it isn't. I made a Facebook, but I'm sick of it. I got a girlfriend, but I'm sick of her.

Funny about that last one though, I never thought I'd be the one to do something like that - I mean sure, in high school there were plenty of girls who seemed interested in me, but this was mostly superficial. I said "no" to a couple and ignored the rest. Nietzsche was more interesting. Secular humanism too. I could always play the monkey-mating-ritual-game later.

Romance has always been a taboo subject for me. I always figured it didn't matter. And in many ways, it really doesn't. Sure, I love the idea of "a perfect half", someone who can be closer to you then any friend; two against the world, looking up at the stars...

Except, I know better. This idea is a piece of idealistic drivel. Now idealism can be good, if it empowers you, but this particular one really holds you back.

It stops you from looking for what is best, and instead at just what works. However, this leads to compromise and inauthenticity. Not to mention society has wrapped itself into the whole process, making what should be like a great adventure or treasure hunt into something mundane like groccery shopping.

There are a lot of pointless rules to it. It's like bureaucracy, except everyone is trying to get laid. Maybe the smarter ones are looking for something unique, but not too threatening. Maybe I'm just over-thinking something that is supposed to be done on instinct. Except, I hope I am. Instincts are things that come from our animal brains, they don't have our individual lives "in mind" when we feel things. Love is best seen from the gene's eye view.

Well, my brief foray into romance was certainly illuminating. I have two options now: play the game with borderline nihilistic abandon, or refuse and become an acetic.

Anyways, I might make a live-journal or something and look for like-minded people out there. I did find many awesome people on Facebook, the only problem was I felt like I was sending magnets into a juggalo concert. My real-life friends, with some very obvious exceptions, leave much to be desired. If anything, I know how much I really don't know about the whole sordid affair.

1. Get Google Chrome

2. Go HERE

3. Download and post these on your facebook/twitter/youtube or whatever.

4. ???

5. Repeat step 3 judiciously.

6. Profit.


That is all citizens.