I haven't done one of these in a while. So, uh, let's see I went to AC, made a facebook page HERE, and some other boring stuff.

Uh, fuck Michelle Bachmann, she's the worst thing to happen to politics -and women's rights activists- in a very long time. At least she and Sarah Palin can now split the "Semi-sentient-imbecilic-based-on-sexual-objectification-vote."

Inception is one of the best movies of the last decade, it's like an artsy action-movie. My favorite type, a thriller. For some reason they don't make movies with action AND thinking, as if they two are dialectic to one another. Pwssh. Christopher Nolan is an uber-G.

Finally, I think I'm stuck in a state of suspended-getting-mah-shit-together-animation. College... it calls to me, like... uh... two things that really want to be together so they call to each other.

Like angst-ridden, suburban kids to goth-topic. Or terrible corporate rap to the a percentage of the urban demographic. Or a wandering asteroid in the gravitational influence of a super-massive black hole that is pulled past the event horizon and thrown out of time and space.

Also, I like Trans-humanism. It basically means using science and technology to extend the quality of the human condition. So that's cool, and science-y. I'm sure cyborg Booker T is a strong advocate of it.

But it can be genetic manipulation too, because we like have all this junk DNA that causes our life span to have a certain limit 'cause evolution works at a genetic level and doesn't care about the individual animal but only the replication of itself... phenotype, alleles, mutation, blah, blah, eugenics, not-nazis, prime replicators, blah, TASS, Autonomous Set of Systems, blah.

...Err. Yeah, look it up.

No, really. Trans-Humanism.

Look, I'll even help you. No one helped me. --->HERE

No... not that MLP:FiM youtube video.

Goddamn it. Yes, yes. It hilarious. It's like that one meme, but with MOAR ponies. I get it. Gaawwwddd.

Oh no, at least close the journal before you click on that. Wait, what the fuck is that tab up there? Ohh... wow. I'm going to pretend I didn't see that...

o.O

That's it this journal is over.

Also: 1000 views. Fucks yeah. Empty statistic. The best kind of statistic.

Ok, so I decided to go pawn my Ipod for a little extra cash yesterday. I figured I'd get some extra money as all that drinking at AnthroCon wasn't gonna pay for itself. I go down there once and they say it has to have some music on it, the second time it has to have the exact name on my ID card and finally the third time the damn place is closed.

Exasperated and bored out of my mind I cross the street to try to catch the return bus when I am approached by a bald-headed black man in horn-rimed glasses and a blue vest. We'll call him "Chris" for obvious reasons explained later. We make small talk and I mention what I came down to do and he says that his girlfriend might buy it.

We go a couple houses down the road, already the bass cannons of the atrocious rap music are getting louder - as if some kind of dark omen for what was to happen later. - His lady friend won't buy because I don't have any earphones, I guess everyone is extra cautious about getting ripped off around here.

Chris says he knows another person further down the road and we go deeper into the ghetto, much against my common sense which I had to suppress to leave the main road out of view. We talk to about 4 different groups of people before we meet a pudgy looking guy with a short afro on a purple scooter. Also: I got called "white boy" about 4 times, twice by children.

We get a pair of head phones and sit at a bus stop and wait for scooter-guy to pull up and buy the Ipod, eventually he does and Chris explains that he was also going to get some weed too. I nervously say that it's ok as long as I get my 60 dollars. He assures me and they make the exchange and scooter-guy takes my Ipod and rides off.

Bewildered, I then ask Chris what is going on and he says that he "got the shit." He then shows me a small pile of about 3 crack rocks in his hand. Angrily I protest, just what the hell he thought he was doing and he replies sagaciously: "This is how we do it in da hood." Suddenly the immense stupidity of the whole situation dawns on me.

Chris explains that he is now going to trade the crack for actual money and then give me my share. Eventually we get to a house which supposedly was the home of an OG from the crips, Chris is beginning to seem more and more full of shit to me. Especially since he said that one of the groups we met before was a gang of bloods. I know that these two gangs don't usually share neighborhoods together.

As we get to the house, suddenly Chris bolts around a corner and starts running at what appears to be terminal velocity. Instinctively, I chase after him, but he is already across the yard and over a fence by the time I get to the corner. I stop though, unwillingly to bring myself to chase down this man...and do what? Take his (my) crack?

I was defeated.

Defeated by Chris the Crackhead.

This is what my life has become. A year ago I was headed off to college, now I'm chasing anonymous crackheads through the ghetto. I turn and walk back to the bus stop.

Just another white boy who got scammed by some cunning crackhead.

It was exciting though. I guess. I know somewhere my precious Ipod is being subjected to terrible corporate rap and hip-hop music. All alone out there. Even the scooter-guy said that I should have just went to a pawn-shop.

I know you must be thinking that I'm not very street smart.

I beg to differ, I must be Street-tarded. I guess sometimes common sense, or folk-wisdom should be heeded.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2426279/

Re-post from  Atheist-Furs

Greatest book ever!

• Where are you staying? The Westin Hotel

• What day are you getting there? That Wednesday

• Who will you be rooming with? + Possibly another friend of ours.

• What is your gender? Male.

• How old are you? Totally old enough to drink.

• Can I talk to you? Yup. That's the point of the whole thing, right?

• Can I touch you? Sure, but only if you get an invincibility-star power up first.

• Are you friendly? My friendliness is positively correlated to my blood alcohol content.

• Can I hang out with you? Yeah. I'm always trying to meet interesting and intelligent people.

• Are you taken? Nope. Not really looking for anyone either.

• Do you do free art? I'm not really an artist... I do motherfucking science and shit.

• Will you take commissions? See above.

• How can I find you? I'll be that vaguely androgynous looking ginger with glasses, black polo shirt and undeserved air of intellectual superiority.

• Can I buy you drinks? Fucks-to-da-yea.

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

• 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.

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.

See yah, there.

... in the footer of this journal.

That's right, anyone who leaves a comment will get a spot in this and all future journals.

Also: this journal will stay up until 10 different people leave comments. Needless to say, I expect it to be up for a while.

Silly fundamentalists, the end of the world isn't until December 21, 2012. Duh.

Bionicdance is uber-awesome, check out her channel HERE

And for the hell of it, this guy too: Great dark fantasy thing going on there.

I'm sure you must know by now that Osama bin Laden, the mastermind behind the terrorist attacks on 9/11, was killed in Pakistan this past Friday. People everywhere celebrate, they say that "justice" has been served.

Such ignorance. When I look out into the world I see only mindless patriots and petty, bloodthirsty religious extremists.

This was not "justice" - just the strong destroying the weak. - Only a refurbishing of the cycle of hatred, this will not bring back the innocent people who were killed at the World Trade Center. On the contrary, it will only increase the likelihood that further atrocities will happen again in the future. It is only a blemish on their name, just another murder in the name of some false notion of "justice".

Soon more violence will be done in the name of "justice" - only this time against the murderers of a religious leader. Revenge will only beget more revenge. Abstractions such as "justice" always have a history and a context, more then often one stained with blood.

This is not a battle that can ever be won with military might.

It is a battle of ideas.

Of religious indoctrination, of people never questioning themselves or their life's assumptions - or being too weak to deal with the pain that comes with growth. Having confidence in one's own righteousness is always a measure of ignorance, to have such ultimate faith in one's righteousness is then ultimate ignorance. To not question one's birth into Islam is one thing, to murder others in the name of one's faith with ultimate certainty is quite another.

It was Socrates who said that "I know that I know nothing."

An act of violence will never lead to a lasting or meaningful time of peace. The ends do not justify the means, but rather it is our actions in the present that give way to the future.

The people in the middle east should be educated, taught to think for themselves, rather then carpet-bombed and shot down in the streets. Too question all beliefs, including religious ones; so that maybe they won't follow people like Osama bin Laden or Hosni Mubarak.

To be people who won't hide behind abstractions like "justice," who deal with reality as it is, - who accept difference in themselves and others. -

Only when this happens can the endless tragedy of human history finally be put to rest.

This guy is really awesome, uber-intelligent and epically sexy to boot.

 Alastor_the_undead_philosopher

He's like a combination of Friedrich Nietzsche, Black Mage, and Dave Mustaine.

Only not as artsy, mustache-y, or master-morality-inclined as N.

With even worse hygiene, and less evil-ness then BM. (see master-morality above.)

And less musical skill and even less general tendency to sell out and play christian music then M.

That is all civilian. Please return to the drudgery and monotony that you may or may not refer to as a meaningful life.

Fun Fact: "Fo shizzle ma nizzle" is a bastardization of "fo' sheezy mah neezy" which is itself a bastardization of "for sure mah nigga" which is another bastardization of "I concur with you whole heartedly my African American brother."

Sources: Da Streetz, Urban Dictionary (itself a derivative of Da Streetz.)

So yeah, here's my weekly journal thingy...

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Yup.

Fuck it, here's an epicly-badass song by progressive/symphonic metal band Symphony X called "A Fool's Paradise"



That's good metals! If you can name the two classical songs that they sampled, then congratulations you are a pretentious bastard. Not at all unlike me.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2161525/

A re-post from

Try to donate if you can. If you don't Dt. Gucci will Falcon Pawnch you in the balls, just like Johnny Cage in MK9. It's always super-effective.

I love how my favorite philosopher, Nietzsche (the guy in the black coat with the over-sized mustache) is portrayed as the rebel. He accuses Confucius of not having free will. lulz.

The referees are theologians, Augustine and Aquinas. They have angel halos too, no wonder Nietzsche argues with them.

Archimedes was more of a mathematician/physicist then a philosopher. I guess that's why it's surprising he's there. I'm not too sure why he gets the game going though, maybe Monty Python thought that wisdom always has to start with a scientific base.

"Aristotle is the man in form." Epic Punishment.

Plato was also the only wrestler, that's why there's only one man in the wrestling part during the cut-away.

The last part is pure genius, when Socrates finally gets the goal (he was the first philosopher after-all) Kant and Hegel both try to refute it with their ridiculously complicated ethics, basically Kant sees it as a moral duty and Hegel is the ultimate idealist. Marx just said it was off-sides. He's the only one who actually pays attention to reality IE that it's a soccer game, him being a materialist and all. I guess Monty Python liked communism because in the replay he was off-sides.

Goddamn I love Monty Python.

The only comedian who can even hope to equal him is George Carlin.

Also: Know one expects the Spanish Inquisition!

Somthing Somthing Cthulhu R'lyeh Somthing F'tagn.

CHECK THIS OUT: http://www.nuklearpower.com/2001/07.....hical-tangent/

It's all true too. I think he might be referring to THIS. Following this train of thought: "Good" and "Evil" seem to be just as artificial and objectively meaningless as "Order" and "Chaos"...

I think I might be an evil wizard.

Wait that doesn't make sense now... Maybe a True Neutral one then. Hold on, I have a decent Wis and passable Cha too. I might be a cleric. Hmm I do like to rebuke me some undead...

A true neutral, atheistic cleric that is. Maybe I don't believe in my own source of power... oh wait it says in the PH1 that clerics can get power from their philosophy. I think that's me then.

One more nerdy thingy and this journal will reach it's critical mass and collapse under it's own nerd-gravity.

Have you ever noticed the similarities between Zerglings and Slivers?

Oh wait, gawd.... no it's starting to collapse - ummm shit, I know: CandleJac---

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Nevermind, it was just some nice fellow going on about about "wifin' in da club". You know me, him and one of our boys used to get Crunk and pick up chicks together, or however the saying goes.

This Friday when I was watching the Colbert Report I saw a strange blur appear over Stephan's face, I dismissed it and listened to the end of the interview on the global hacking force known as Anonymous. These /b/tards and basement dwelling super-nerds and global hacking force are know as the guard dogs of Wiki-leaks - the free speech and media organization that brought us "Cablegate."

The interview was hilarious, as always, and near the end was when the mysterious blur appeared. By the end of the show I had forgotten about it and was reading the comments when to my surprise several people were discussing it, it seems that they thought that the image of a Guy Fawkes mask was superimposed onto Stephan's face.

I went back and... BLAM there it fucking was, as clear as day.

See for yourself: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGZVL24rGY0

Here's the still image: http://chzdailywhat.files.wordpress.....419510292f.jpg

Holy Shit! At first I thought that Anon had hacked into the web version (I watch it on my laptop as mah family is too poor for cable) and were making a statement about their "power," because they were just talking about how they weren't as dangerous as government anti-cyber-terror organizations were making them out to be.

But then I read in the comment section that it was on the broadcast version too, which either means that it was put in deliberately by someone on staff, even by Colbert himself OR someone from Anon has been working for him all along as a sleeper agent and planted it in secretly, somehow getting it past everyone on the staff.

Let's use THIS shall we. The former has both great simplicity and explanatory power.

Colbert must be giving a shout-out to Anonymous, saying that he is with them - at least in spirit. Think about it: he is the biggest IRL troll imaginable, frequently tells his followers to change wikipedia articles just for teh lulz and doesn't take anything seriously - even going so far as to roast former president Bush, directly to his face via invitation.

He's the world's most skilled troll, taking post-modernist thought to it's end conclusion... and he was giving a shout-out to his homies for a job well done on making the web a better place for free-speech.

Well played Mr. Colbert, well played. You magnificent fucking bastard you.

(WARNING: The following contains politics and philosophy, reader discretion is advised.)

The people of Egypt have spoken, the tidings of their protest would not be quelled by the mandate of a petty douchebag-tyrant. Through peaceful demonstration the pages of history have been have been wiped clean, a modern revolution has successfully occurred. President Hosni Mubarak has resigned and given his power to the commander of the armed forces, Mohamed Hussein Tantawi.

Shit just went down.

Besides having about the most generic sounding Muslim name imaginable, seriously Mohamed and Hussein, this is also technically a military coup. According to BBC correspondent Jon Leyne, "The constitution has been breached... because officially it should be the speaker of parliament who takes over, not the army leadership."

Every cloud must have a silver-lining, just as every awesome DBZ fight must have an entire episode devoted to stare-downs and powering up.

Nevertheless, a great thing has happened - the people have stood up for their rights as individuals and have decided to live by their own values and on their own terms. There is no legitimacy other then the will of the people. I watched their protests and supported them, albeit half-assedly, on forums, I winced when I saw Mubarak's armed thugs encircle and beat peaceful protesters to death with clubs on youtube and I felt the anti-climax when he decided not to step down this thursday and instead gave us some bullshit speech about how he's the father of his people and has to protect them from their freedoms or something.

I wish I could have actually protested alongside them.

But today, when he finally stepped down I couldn't help but feel like we had won, we had overcome a bloodthirsty tyrant. I feel like I shared in the euphoria of the streets, the birth of new ideas and the dancing flames of revolution. There's still so much left for them to do, but I can't help but think that maybe humanity really is strong enough to manipulate its own fate. We find freedom not in acting alone, but in affirming the freedoms of others; as neither master or slave, but as brothers, sisters and allies.

Today was a good day for the world. I refuse not to be happy because of that. I wish for the freedom of not only Egypt, but for all men and women.

Your people have spoken: fuck off, Mubarak.

For he is the lord of all gingers! Marvel at the spectacle you have just seen for it is totally awesome and filled with explosions and epic music and junk.

His emissary hath spoken!

*The camera zooms out to see a room filled with various figures, all clad in scarlet robes.*

Amongst their numbers are: Ronald Weasley, Chuck Norris, The Wendys Chick, Kari Byron of MythBusters, Chucky the Homicidal Doll, Carrot Top, WWE's Sheamus, Dexter the Boy Genius, Dave Mustang, Ronald McDonald, Lindsey Lohan, and Thomas Jefferson.

*The camera then moves gingerly over the spectacle, hovering over each person before stoping completely over a huge portrait of Lord Coco decked out in a cartoonish looking royal crown and scepter.*

Just think, he had to somehow defeat Chuck-fucking-Norris to lay claim to that crown.

Mmmmmm.

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2020241/

Everything you might need to send a quick e-mail (or letter, if you're especially dedicated) is here. No matter your politics, chances are if you are reading this you probably use the internet for on a daily basis and would not like your free-speech hindered while doing so.

It'll only take like 5 minutes and it as easy as filling out a form to apply for a newsletter or online game. Also, you might want to re-post Mx. Scade's journal and help get other people involved.

It looks like the coding for my awesome Super Mario level stretched the very fabric of reality and created some sort of cosmic anomaly within our times-space continuum. This is quite peculiar, I do believe that this contradicts mah prior hypothesis.

Yes, quite.

I found this awesome flashgame where you can make Super Mario Bros. levels, so I sat down for about 3 hours and concocted this abomination - I call it GucciLand. Now you, kind reader, may help yours truly spit in the eye of God by test playing this level for me and giving feedback in the comments section.

Warning though, the level is is a little difficult - although I could play it, even if my Mario gaming skills are fair at best - especially at end, also the controls are pretty shitty and generally unresponsive.

In order to play:
1) Go to this site http://www.pouetpu-games.com/index......=640&h=480
2) Select "Level Editor", Select Mario or Luigi, Then Select "Load".
3) Now Copy and Paste the intimidating looking, gigantic block of text from the bottom of the journal into the provided space. Finally click "load" in the bottom left of the screen.
4) Click "Play", enjoy GucciLand and spit in the eye of nature's God.

One more thing, if you can get to the bonus level then the will of Gucci is strong with you. Hint: Several Goombas are guarding it and have set up fire traps to keep you out.

(Edit: Fuck it, doesn't work.

Alright, so I had all my ASU shit sorted out but than destiny decided to throw me a curve ball... right at my balls. This isn't an ordinary curveball where you don't know where the fuck the ball is going, I know where it's going, my genitalia, I just don't know how the fuck it's going to get there. Elaborate ball-related analogies aside, I needed 98$ fast or it was a lifetime of demeaning manual labor in my foreseeable future. Now kind reader, I know what you must be thinking: "Why the hell does that sexy ginger not just ask his parents for the oh so coveted college money?" Well, me being the outrageously gangsta uber-genius that I am, I fully anticipated your thought processes and have prepared an appropriate response: "Yeah I know I'm sexy, thanks. Also, my parents are too damn poor to give me any money, so yeah." I was in quite the shitsandwich. I, however, was not going to take a bite. Gucci be damned.

Originally I had asked mah mama three months ago to give me 10$ a week for cleaning up after my messy ass siblings, she agreed but always found some convenient excuse to not pay me. "Oh don't worry about it" "I'll get you latter, promise" Of course she was more full of shit than the aforementioned sandwich. Never mind the fact that I'm the only one of my siblings to not fail 9th grade twice. Twice. I get accepted to a major university, all expenses paid and they can't help with the fucking orientation fee and bus ticket. Yeah I'm bitter, so what? I am not about to get all gothtopic and complain about how my parents don't understand my special needs or some other gay shit. It's beneath me. Challenges make life interesting because they give us the opportunity to grow stronger and create more powerful virtues. But seriously, come on! What the fuck destiny!?

I was down and faced with a prospective defeat, namely in relying in others to take care of my goals for me. It looks like another year of waiting to go to ASU for me. This was my mistake, but I take full responsibility for it. That's just how I roll, now can you dig THAT SUCKAAA!!! *Duh nuh nuh da nuh da Duh nuh nuh da nuh da*

I'll just have to see what happens. *looks discerningly towards the sunrise in the background*

*The broadcast fades slowly to black as the figure of a wanderer walks toward the rising sun, the light outlining his form into a gray silhouette. Once the entire screen has grown black only a single noise can be heard, it chimes proudly and with austere melancholy.*

*Duh nuh nuh da nuh da Duh nuh nuh da nuh da*

http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

I don't believe in an obejective human nature, but I do love personality tests. The Myers-Briggs type indicator is the best one out there, for free at least. I got INTP, "the thinker" or "the architect", which is great because that means I'm an awesome philosopher-guy. What did you get? Maybe you could take some time out of your busy schedule and post in the comment section below which of the 16 types you are? GO INTPs!!!

1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME: (first pet & street you grew up on)
Lucky Ashley

2.YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (fave ice cream flavor, favorite cookie)
Vanilla Newton

3. YOUR "FLY Guy/Girl" NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name)
J-Cli
4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal)
Red Dragon

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Dean Charlotte

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Cli-Je

7. SUPERHERO NAME: ("The" + 2nd favorite color, favorite drink)
The Green Tea


8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers)
Gary Johnson


9. STRIPPER NAME: (the name of your favorite perfume/cologne/scent, favorite candy)
Sandlewood Tootsie-Roll

10.WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (father's & mother's middle names )
Anthony Rose


11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME: (Your 5th grade teacher's last name, a major city that starts with the same letter)
Gabriel Gettysburgh

12. SPY NAME: (your favorite season/holiday, flower)
Autumn Sunflower


13. CARTOON NAME: (favorite fruit, article of clothing you're wearing right now + "ie" or "y")
Cherry Trunkie


14. HIPPY NAME: (What you ate for breakfast, your favorite tree)
Candy Sequoia


15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME:("The" + Your fave hobby/craft, fave weather element + "Tour")
The Philosophical Supernova Tour