So i do not post often in any sense of the imagination. There are many reasons why I do not. There is a lack of time, need and reason to add words to a place brimming of countless calls for attention. Yet I shall give all those who care for it an update on how the year has progressed for me. for one I have lost a number of friends due to neglect, not just my own but, a combined effort for which I harbor no grudges or ill will. for those I wish well you know my thanks personally. I honestly am glad to say I am free of those that would strangle and contain me. I am no ones servant and no ones lackey and it would be good of many to remember that. Still I am at peace currently I have a job that pays me well and rewards my adaptability. My life is filled with people who understand my proclivity and do not judge me for them. By October 25th I am to married to the lady that best suits my ideals of companionship. In even the wost of times I would be looked upon as a very lucky man. To the future I have no fears, opportunities are arrayed before me, my company looks for someone of my skill to lead and my life socially is happy and without complaint. Personally I am sorry for all who read this and expected a weepy apology for my previous actions, I regret all but I move forward as a rule and I shall continue forward into a glorious future lite by the light of me and mine.

Today was hilariously awesome! Started off a bit weird, with my bang up job with customer service at work. Apparently I am such a charming and hard working man that this lady not only tipped me for cleaning some sticker crud off her window but she also flashed me. That was a trip but the big news is the Green Machine is finally being laid to rest. That hideous green and duct taped Saturn which has rattled about for the past 4 years is finally being put to pasture for a 98 Jeep Grand Cherokee 4x4. Words can not describe my excitement to be the owner of that red devil.

Soo its been quite a while since I've thrown some words up here so I guess I'm past due. Right now life is moving swimmingly. I am the manager of a car wash with a shot at General Manager in maybe 4 to 5 months, based on how long it takes for this ancient clod to fuck up. I have wonderful people in my life that have my back no matter the circumstances. Shit I even own a modest collection of firearms which has been a dream of mine. It seems the world is finally turning in the direction I want it and quite frankly I am surprised. Soon I shall be free to lead the life I've always wanted and enjoy the pleasures of a financially stable adult. Come on 2012 bring it, apocalypse or not I care not for this shall be the year of my glorious rise to power!

Today was the worst day in my life.

Sometimes I wonder how much strange I can inject into my life. It gets to a point where I don't like working because it just gets in the way of meeting interesting people. It seems I've been given the gift to crack open people's life and view it like a practiced diviner. The past days have just been getting weirder for me given the situations I've found myself.

I've been smoked up sitting on a recliner with a dog while the lady of the house and some dude get freaky in one room and my friend who is a perfect match for her puking his guts out in the toilet. I've been sitting on the bathroom floor as the same girl broke down crying to me, telling me she's pregnant and is going to get it terminated. I've found myself holding someone my own age to my chest like the mother they lost to suicide as their world grows dark and scary. I've been working like a dog and loving it with a crew of the goofiest sinners on the planet. I know the grossest man in the world and found out today he likes eating salads in the park while he reads. I've met crack addicts, worked for coke heads, befriended pot heads, and raised an elbow to an army of drinkers. I've tossed more cigarette butts than I can count.

All of this insanity has only been one year. Just one more length in the grand and absurd tapestry called my life. Really if there could be anything I'd want more in it is more Murphy if space and time will allow. Its kinda neat to live.

YOOOHOOOO I'm finally done with my first college degree! With a bachelors in history under my belt the next step will be some substitute teaching to gain contacts and then on to a Teaching masters. All those years of hustlin finally paid off.

::THIS JOURNAL WILL BE IN ALL CAPS AND IF IT HELPS IMAGINE ME ON A SOAP BOX WITH A LOADED RIFLE::

SO TODAY I FOUND OUT A GREAT AND MANY DISTRESSING AND ENRAGING THINGS. I FOUND OUT THAT DESPITE MY FREQUENT TRIPS TO THE ADVISING CENTER, WHICH I HAD BOASTED WITH GREAT PRIDE OF THIS BEING MY LAST SEMESTER, THEY HAD FAILED TO INFORM ME THAT I HAD TO APPLY FOR GRADUATION AT THE BEGINNING OF THE SEMESTER. UNDETERRED BY THIS INFORMATION I PRESSED ON FILLING OUT THE NECESSARY LATE GRADUATION SIGN UP FORMS. YET STILL THERE WAS ANOTHER ROAD BLOCK, I HAD NO MAJOR!! UPON INVESTIGATION WITH THE HISTORY ADVISING OFFICE, SOMETHING ENTIRELY DIFFERENT THEN WHAT I HAD BEEN GOING TOO I WAS GIVEN A REVELATION THAT NEARLY MADE ME IMPLODE WITH RAGE. I HAD APPLIED TO BE A HISTORY MAJOR TWO YEARS AGO AND SOME IDIOTIC JACKASS IN THE ADVISING BUILDING STUCK THAT APPROVED MAJOR FORM IN A FILLING CABINET AND FORGOT TO SEND IT TO THE HISTORY ADVISING BUILDING. THUS FOR TWO YEARS I HAVE BEEN SEEING THE WRONG ADVISER AND NOW I STAND TO HAVE MY MUCH DESERVED GRADUATION CEREMONY DELAYED AN ENTIRE SIX MONTHS DUE TO BUREAUCRATIC ASSHATTERY.

TLDR; FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCK!!!!

First off read "Scott Pilgram" because it is awesome. I read it, realized I was 3/4 Pilgram and then wept tears of joy as I was sucked into the action, romance, and comedy. Second, don't be like me and read primarily comics. Real books are good for your brain and should not be neglected, even if they don't have fun pictures. Third.....well I ran out of ideas probably because I didn't read enough real books this summer!

SO READ DAMN IT BOOKS ARE YOUR FRIENDS AND COMIC BOOKS ARE YOUR HOT FRIENDS WHO WILL HAVE CASUAL SEX WITH YOU AND NOT MAKE YOU FEEL WEIRD ABOUT IT IN THE MORNING!

Today I witnessed something that will make my week awesome. While going through the different threads on /TG/ (a 4chan board) I came across the most wonderful thing my mind has ever wrapped around. A group of russian spetznaz teleported into the Underdark of D&D. A glorious writer of more then modest talent told their tale and I must say I was enthralled by it from start to finish. It was a tale of blood, violence, victory, and the triumph of the human resolve against an alien world. The story was pasked with so much win and awesome that to merely speak of it in such a third person way seems unfitting of its glory. Only know dear followers of this long forgotten journal that the underdark and its residents (orcs, drider, and drow) now know what true malice humans can bring and it was brought by the most violent of means by a full two platoons of russian spetznaz. In short HUMANITY FUCK YEAH!

There is a boy out there with a horrible affliction. His name is Little Donny, a boy from a low income family in the suburbs. Sadly his quality of life has been severely impaired due to his condition. Little Donny can no longer enjoy the same activities as other children, he even has to be taught in a separate class. If only his life could be normal, but with your help it can. For only $4.50, the cost of one of your micro brewed pale ales, you can help Little Donny out instead of getting drunk and thinking about yourself. Another option is that if you really care, then inform others of his crippling ailment. Link, tag, and talk to everyone about Little Donny Disease.

If you want to understand Little Donny's pain here is a song done by the Little Donny Foundation. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjkFUWoRQG8

Today marked the passing of my pathfinder character, Rayner Ekhart. He was a Paladin of Iomedae, a young and virtuous lad of 20. He had done many good deeds in his short life. He saved a child for a foul jungle beast, liberated a city over that had been thought lost to vile gnolls and demons. He helped redeem the lycanthropy cursed Hidar, and never did he give an inch in the face of the creeping darkness that threatened the innocent. A humble lad, 200 miles from his home, in a foreign land fighting for people not of his own stock. This was done not for money, fame, or power but simply because it was the right thing to do. He died in battle against the forces of destruction with his claymore in hand, down in the very belly of their lair surrounded by the foul corpses of the enemy. His legacy may not have been a lengthy one, but there is no argument that the path he trod was a noble one and he died with his boots on. Let those that survived that great and terrible battle remember him for the up right man he was. So hats off to a character that I must admit I thoroughly enjoyed playing and I'm glad that his end was fitting for the path he chose.

For years I have been trying to build/get a computer. Well this year it is gonna happen. Right now I have a 500gb sata, a DvD drive, and a bitchin beastly case to shove all the other guts into when I buy them within the next week or two. I have never been this happy at Christmas time in forever.

-This is my computer's sexy robot skin!
http://www.tigerdirect.com/applications/SearchTools/item-details.asp?EdpNo=5222597&Sku=A406-1094

Hey everyone, I am thoroughly sloshed

Right now in my life everything is working out great. Just ended the semester in college with a 3.5 which makes it the best on since I started that insane gamble. In the past year I have loved and lost, and loved...and lost again. I have learned the value of true friends and by god have I treasured every moment with them. The only thing I regret is not making a woman, that I felt so strongly about, get off while we made love; due to my lack of experience. Other than that dip in life, and the eventual loose of her friendship due to other reasons, I feel that this year has been well worth living and I would not have learned half as much if I had lived it any other way.

This Sunday was quite splendid. It was just the thing I needed after too many foul moods and whiskey comas.

The highlight of today was Belegarth, the full contact fighting sport I attend out at a local park. I prepared today by waking up early to cook a nice breakfast of fried eggs and buttered toast. After the meal I ventured to the local Kroger to cash in on some change and with the provisions it bought I was all set for a day of ass whipping.
And what a day it was. Though attendance was lacking, only 9 people at the high point in the day, the quality of the fighters there was perfect. Many of the folk who showed were veteran fighters which gave me a good opportunity to prefect my two sword fighting. Not only that but I had the chance to finally wear the leather armor that has been in the making for the past month.
Speaking of which it preformed beautifully. Many a strikes that would have killed me stopped by the breast plate. Also another high point was having a friend of mine come out for the first time. He picked up quickly and impressed many with his swordsmanship. I see a good fighter in him given more practice and maybe a few less posing after strikes.
The funniest part was when some guys showed up with a camera to take pictures, which I am hunting down to post here. One of the trio asked me if I had padding beneath my pants to cover my ass. The response that it was all me, accented with a slap, raised a few roars of laughter. I guess my ass is just that thick, must be true given all the comments people make about it.
Either way the fighting soon reached an end after four hours. I left to have some tea and potato salad at a cafe. Afterwards I stopped by a little Indian convenience shop to pick up a pack of smokes. To my surprise there was a Buddhist monk sitting behind the counter with the cashier. Upon asking I found out he was from Tibet and was visit. Such a queer sight, but pretty damn cool as well. I would have stayed longer to chat with him but my injuries demanded I go home and rest.

All in all it was a damn good Sunday, and with luck the next one will be just as fun.

As I take another oblivion seeking shoot from an Irish friend by the name of Jameson I realize the truth of my life, It is like the cigarettes I kill daily.

Every smoke is wonderful, each pearly white stick a joy. The orange glow of the embers. The wafting blue-gray smoke that hangs in the air and rides its currents. To the narcotic high that grasps me when it is burnt to the filter. Everything so wonderful till its sudden and abrupt end. All of it enjoyable until I realize that it can't be reproduced. My last death merchant gone, another having thieved the rest from me deny me the satisfaction and enjoyment I seek for myself. So selfish, to rob another person, yet righteousness filled their breast to steal it all. Not a single last breath of its smoke left, only an empty carton and the yearning for more. Yet no more can be found, now the emptiness closes in. Sure there are other cigarettes but none compare to the mellow, smooth power of that brand that so bewitched me. A cruel fate to befall anyone so addicted.

But hey life is like that I guess. Most people drift by saying that they've known love, but I know that I had found it. But its gone known, squandered by childish inquisitors who only seek their vengeance for acts that measure so mild to the bevy of evils committed. But who cares because no one reads this journal so who will read this anyway

Thats right folks, I'm back again from the land of the dead. After an infusion of $60 my laptop breaths once more. It was quite an interesting time not having the time wasting use of the internet to fill the gaps of my schedule, but I did find other things to do. But I digress, thanks for keepin it real and maybe I'll break the laptop again before school next semester in an attempt to actually get myself to read some of these opressive books they assign.

In the urge to finally beat the trojan that has put a unbreakable death grip on my laptop I resorted to nuking it from orbit. Much to my dismay the result reinstall of windows failed to include all the drivers for the devices within the laptop. Thus gateway has left me with an almost useless hunk of plastic, its like a mind wipped fool, dumbly staring back at me while I beat at it furiously to work once more. Later today I'm going to head to geek squad in the hopes they have a restore disc which can breath life in the blasted wasteland that is my harddrive, for though courage those few who bothered to read this far. If this goes through I might doodle some a reward you watcher with something that isn't a year old.

So in this Meme you name one thing that we enjoy that you wouldn't think many other people would think is enjoyable.

For me its watching smoke hang in the air. I don't smoke, nore burn anything that produces safe smoke frequently, but I like to see smoke hanging in the air with a back light. despite that its not always a good thing its just fascinating as it hangs and wafts on the gentle currents of the room, my breath, or hand motion.

Now Artic and Corey, Tag your it!

How many here have had an internet blind date. All the time before the date you gab with the lady in waiting on instant messenger, the entire time she teases you about her look, always denying you pictures. Finally the day comes when you get to meet this apparent heavenly internet lady, though when upon arriving you only find a greasy emaciated nerd with an overbite. This is the exact feeling Cloverfield left me with after viewing on Saturday night.

The entire time before the movie I kept wondering what this monster was that was assailing Manhattan this time, because as we all know it is the second most hated city by monsters and destructive forces right next to Tokyo. Still I was excited to view and learn about this new monstrosity that had decided that New York was full of pricks that needed killing. But at every turn the movie thought it'd be a better idea to leave me in the dark about the creatures origins, or the origins of the little creatures that flaked off it like some demonic lice. I'm not sure if Drew Goddard, this atrocities writer, understands that when you make a horror movie that is sold on what the monster is, it might just be a good idea to tell the audience at some point.

Instead we are to settle with the following quartet of morons that suffice for the main cast. I found that the only character I felt for even a tad was the poor half wit working the camera who happened to be the only comic relief they purposely added into the movie. Every other character I found bland and suicidal at times in Rob's quest to go confirm his girlfiend Beth's death. Though calling her his girlfriend is kind of a perplexity since at the start of the movie they only had sex once and he was fine with moving away from her. At this point I have to blame Rob's brother for convincing him that the dumb twat was worth more then a business opportunity in Japan, thankfully the movie translated my rage into a massive tentacle/tail which smashed him into oblivion.

Still this troupe of thickies sought to amaze me with their blatant stupidity and lack of awareness. They some how wound up being snuck up on by not only waves of army soldiers, but tanks and jeeps too, which begs me to ask when did the army develop noise canceling technology. Though that doesn't matter much because I would have rather known how a bite from one of the small creatures pops you like a meat Balloon. But sadly the army with holds that information and the main cast forgets to ask again, which is rather perplexing since it was their friend who exploded.

While on the subject of those little critters, who thought it was a good idea to make them gargle like the murlocs on World of Warcraft. The zany high pitched gurgles didn't instill fear so much as an urge to hug and cuddle them. I don't think this movie really had any idea of how to create a scary atmosphere aside from the horrid camera work. Now I know people are going to say that hey, its all for the artistic value but please take 5 seconds and name one film that giving the camera to a cast member was ever a good idea.................. ok times up, the answer is none. The last film that made it to the silver screen was "The Blaire Witch Project," and I think we all remember the blight that was to the horror movie genre. If you want to make a monster movie, where you sell it on the monster, letting the cockwit being attacked film it does not fit the bill.

Frankly I am very disappointed by this production. It showed much potential, with monsters, Manhattan and a cast who are nothing more then snacks with legs. But maybe I'm spoiled by classic monster films where they let to know the origins of the monster and maybe a little info on whats killing the cast off. Watching this film I look back at those 2 hours of my life lost to Dragon Wars favorable, since they at least tried for a plot. So I guess Cloverfield is what it took to lower my expectations of monster films and I hope its proud of itself.

So as some of you know I play Belegarth, but aside from fighting I also craft foam weapons. So I was wondering if any of ya'll out there would like to see them or maybe buy some, prices would be very cheap ^^

Well first some back story, I do a foam fighting sport called Belegarth. Its a full contact whack'em smash'em deal, were the only illegal shot in melee is head or neck. But besides that theres shield bashing, nut shots, and even one of the guys out there got his ribs broke from a hard Two hander sword shot. But yeah thats what I do on sundays, go out and fight, and basicly beat the shit out of people.

Well today I think I finally relized my days of noobdom are over. It was a team battle, veterens vs. noobs. I was on the vet side for once making our team 4 people vs. 15 folks...so yeah loooong odds. Well the battle begins and we are just pushing them around really, and then some how I find an opening behind my team mate. I rush thru it and down two guys in the process. Then I systematicly kill off another 8 people before finally being downed by this behemoth of a guy decked with tower shield and full armor. So my un armored bum eventully died, but still I took out roughly 2/3s of their team somehow.

So yeah I think I'm lvl 2 or something now....wonder what feat I should take now XD

Artic seems to be the only one who tags me...guess that makes me special ^^

1.What is your Screen Name name and what does it mean?
Deagle and its just a shortened name for the Desert Eagle pistol...other then that there isn't much to it.

2. Why did you join this site?
I was press ganged by artist to watch them XD

3. What fandom were you obsessed with when you joined?
Artic :P

4. How many watchers are currently watching now?
watching 24, watched by 21

5. Your first gift ever was to?
The first gift I got was a Stuffed bear hand stitched by a relavtive of mine

6. List four fandoms you have?
Gun enthusiasts
Furry
Gamers
Horror fans

7. Have you ever slept in the back of the car?
Yep thanks to AC

8. List four people you look up to the most?
Artic
Otter
Joe Vigil
The Nisut

9. How many pets do you own?
4- one silly dog and 3 barn cats

10. Who is your most played character?
umm Me :P

11. What do you prefer, white or black?
White

12. Name 3 aspects that tell who you are?
Crazy, smart, faithful

13. If you could have a power what would it be?
super regeneration that would just heal my wounds

14.Who was the last person you talked to?
Artic and Regi

15. Who was the last person you said "i love you" to?
Artic <3

16. Write the first five things that pop into your head.
love
life
history
hippies
SKS

17. What are the things you wish you could do better?
understand people, and be not boged down by hate and loathing

18. Do you like who you are?
yes I do, I do like the person I am and am still growing into

19. Summer or winter?
winter

20. Rain or sun?
sun

21. List 2 odd things about yourself.
-I used to have a pathological fear of roller coasters, thanks Artic for helping me conquer that fear
-I want to have a huge gun collection one day

22. Now tag 5 people
darkgod572
Marohen
Tophat-Riot
akutenshi7
Ainoko

1) Find a picture, that WOW's you. That inspires you, that makes you want to look over it more and more because of how WOWIFUL it is.
- http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/ronineagle/spunky.jpg -

2) Find a picture, that shocks you, makes you feel uncomfortable, or is just generally WTF
- http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/ronineagle/sealbroken.png -

3) Find a picture that makes you laugh!
- http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/ronineagle/situation.jpg -


4) Find a picture that makes you feel 'emotional'. Or just a little sad or happysad
- http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/ronineagle/ArticandMe.jpg -

5) Finally, find a picture that you just want to show, because its either cool, weird, funny or just omg or even if its a drawing/picture from a friend, that you think deserves to be seen!

!!Warning brutaly funny picture ahead, keep your ribs and funny bones inside the body at all times please!!!
-http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i232/ronineagle/1143480892541.jpg -

Well Artic taged me so I guess I have to do this :p


1. I don't dream while sleeping, I instead dream while awake. This works out by just randomly versing into a dream like state but remaining totally consious. Its quite enjoyable really because I can remember and manipulate them. Some call it day dreaming, but to me its the only dreaming I have.

2. I play Belegarth and am also a weapon smith for it. Belegarth is a medieval combat society which replicates medieval combat as closely as possiable without incuring injury. Of course I've come back with brusies and a few sprains before but that only hurts after the adrenaline and endorphens wear off. As for the weapon smith, all that means is I make swords and such out of PVC and foam, which in its own right is strange.

3.I have spats of random obsession. By this I mean that I'll randomly get very interested in something and obsess over it heinously. Normally it last for a week or two and then I completely forget about as something new comes along and steals my attention. It is a very rare few things that can keep my interest and those I treasure most (Artic *wink wink*).

4.Silence bugs me to no end. Unless I'm doing something that requires all my focus and attention silence really bothers me, even then I sometimes will still want some noise. I've found that when confronted with silence I do one of two things, make noise myself or turn on something that makes sound. Now I don't mean just random sounds, but a radio, or TV or something works. I think I get is from living in a noisy household all my life and then working at a machine shop, the sound of work and play just calm me I guess.

5. I sometimes ponder going off and leading a life of adventure. Either I'd be a vigilante scouring the world of it wicked or a pirate combing the oceans for helpless ships. For some reason these just reach into a part of my soul that craves action and tug hard. But again these are only passing fancys, maybe when I'm older XP

Kinda said I'd put this up and I'm not one to lie so here ya'll go, have at ^v^;;

. Who are you?
. Are we friends?
. When and how did we meet?
. Would you kiss me? Where?
. Give me a nickname and explain why?
. Describe me in one word!
. What was your first impression of me?
. Do you still think the same?
. What reminds you of me?
. If you could give me anything what would it be?
. How well do you know me?
. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what i say about you?
. Would you ever meet up with me?