So here's a neat little mind fuck. My quote, 'Wake up' which refers to my distaste for sleep, and wanting people to be awake so I can do stuff with them happens to be how the End poem....well, ends. I know it's just two words, and they're probably pretty commonly used, but someone close to me adores the game, and I'm just waiting to see what his reaction's going to be when he gets there.

I didn't get Skyrim because I said "Hah! Another Bethesda game, designed around constant grinding, & sucking away your life." Five months later I still haven't put down GOW 3. I mean. Good god. I don't play it on a daily basis, but at least every other day. Well, I guess I'd rather kill locusts than Nords any day. Oh, and people need to say hi on YIM. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

Apparently Arch Enemy's lead singer is a woman. Holy hell. I wouldn't have been able to call that from the album Khaos Legions.

Can one have too much multiplayer?

http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/2814264/

Herm orgy raffle!

So I picked up the limited edition Gears of War 3 last night, and holy hell, is it great.


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Chairman Prescott ran off and left the rest of the COG for dead, Adam Fenix is not only alive, but working on a weapon to wipe out lambency, which as it turns out is a parasite, not a fuel. Dom goes back to the place where his wife's family is buried, and in the middle of a hopeless shoot out, jumps into a tanker and kamikaze's to the music of Mad World, piano edition. There's a secret island with Adam, and a whole bunch of other top brass and researchers surrounded by a storm generator that was A+++ classified stuff, and the locusts take over. Cole still isn't over his career as a thrash ball player and as it turns out, neither are a lot of his still living fans. Oh, and Ice T voices a former lambency tycoon who hates the COG.

Google is doing something awesome in honor of Freddie Mercury's 65th birthday!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5RtSTrLk6k

Don't you hate it when you get a taste of it first thing in the morning? That annoying room mate who thinks the bathroom is their part of the apartment. That guy on the highway who decides 'merge' means wait until the last second, then gun it to cut in front of you, even though in the end you both go pretty much to the same place. The co-worker that decides the first thing you need to do upon arriving is hear them out on every life issue they have, and then gets pissy when you suddenly just 'walk off', even if you only went to your desk to get work done AT WORK. It's really almost as bad as really, really bad morning breath.

Red hair. Tan skin. Kinda fit. Good god, I'm turning into a gerudo. If a king's born once every hundred years, what the hell would I be?

Blücher!

Or helmets. Whatever you want to call them, they're good to have. I hopped on the bike and almost rode it home yesterday until a cop educated me on the laws as far as having a license to do so goes. AAA was nice enough to tow the freakin thing home for me. Now all I have to do is take some motorcycle safety class, and I'll be fine. The ten minutes I was on it though were amazing. Slightly terrifying, but amazing.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I'm going to be getting a motorcycle, one way or another, and it's going to be a blast to finally have my own vehicle, as opposed to sharing one with my mate. Also, pre-ordered Gears Of War 3 limited edition, so I can't wait for that either.

UPDATE: http://www.ultimatemotorstx.com/det.....d-7408667.html

Getting that in roughly half an hour! Squee!

Got rid of the ISP, as well as the cheap bastard who set it up, and even the place I was staying at. Got into a newer place, I've got a nice, steady income, and we're rockin' TimeWarner now, so I've got a good connection. Should have it for a while to come now, and I recently discovered http://vulpvibe.bandcamp.com/ . Seriously, go give those guys a look. Their stuff is awesome.

Clear is our ISP. Clear sucks. The person in charge of getting us set up with net in the first place went on the cheap side and signed up for a crap service which doesn't even provide service for our area. It would be hilarious, were it not so frustrating that they provide it with the exception of exactly the single little square on the map that marks our house. Somehow, Time Warner owns the rights to service us. Again, would be humorous, but the exorbitant price of net with them is fucking ridiculous. As it is, I have no real net, and am currently stealing tonight's net from a friend's place. Other than that, the past two weeks have been awesome. Well, they haven't. Not at all. But all I can stand to bitch about right now is how hard the forty dollars a month for net I don't even get is pissing me off.

Today was kinda awesome. I've spent a bit of time away to relax, and get my priorities in order, but only got 1 out of the 2 things achieved. I've been doing a bit of shopping around town, as well as hanging out with a few friends, which has been pretty sweet. I got a few new shirts, some jeans, just basic clothes and some neat little accessories when I can find them. I honestly need to get to work on writing, and hopefully tonight will be a good start. I got a ton of ideas earlier, but I was out with my mate and a friend at a mall in Grapevine Mills, and there was just no way for me to jot them down. Oh, speaking of the mall trip, I got a little fox plushy, and said friend got me a shotgun shell lighter thing because he's so delightfully generous.

So apparently posting an image of a chunk of cash has a way of pissing people off. I can't tell if people were just jealous, or looking for something to complain about. Honestly, if I knew someone who'd just gotten three grand, I'd be happy for them. And if I didn't know them, I'd still be friendly about it. Is there a reason I'm missing that putting up that sort of thing is a bad idea?

Seriously, am I the only one that finds the cat-thing from Transformers Revenge Of The Fallen to be a little sexy? I mean, the movement's pretty well done, and just...I dunno. Serious question though.

Turns out it was just the belt conditioner that screwed everything up, so the guys at the repair shop said they'd have everything finished today, and for only about three hundred dollars. I won't be spraying that stuff on anything else, that's for damned sure. I got a good bit of rest today, seeing as how I really couldn't go out unless it was on foot, and no where near by has anything fun to do. By the end of the day, as long as the thing runs, and I can make the payments without too much hassle, I don't think it's that bad of a deal. The good side of it all is that my downtime prompted me to try a little writing again, so in a week or so, I should probably finally have something up. Depending on the quality of it, I might just be content to leave it up.

So I took my mate to work today, then had a pleasant drive down the road for a bit while I gathered my thoughts. As I was going down an exit ramp, my father called and asked if I could run him around for a bit, since the only vehicle he had was in the shop, and that would actually be the next to last errand we'd run. I hastily agreed, since he also offered gas money, and knowing I had enough gas to be fine for a while, I thought I'd be able to at least get some new jeans or something. A couple of hours in morning traffic, followed by the occasionally smooth sections of highway left me feeling a little frazzled by eight thirty the same morning, but I decided it was well worth it. Until the squeaking started. It's been off and on for a while, but now it was like some loud, obnoxious rat had crawled under the hood and decided he needed to make his presence known. I went back to see my mate for a bit while she was at work and possibly steal a kiss, when on the way there I decided to consult her on spending a bit of my newly appropriated funds on oil, and some belt conditioner as I was sure it was just the drive/serpentine belt. One brief discussion, no kiss, and twenty dollars later, I was happily spraying the stuff on. Five minutes after I started the van back up, I was furious. It had gone on to full-fledged screaming, and nothing I knew of could have possibly caused that. So I go back into the O'Reilly's, and the employees there happened to have a naturally lazy and unhelpful disposition. The knowledge I accumulated there consisted of "We aren't allowed to go outside" as well as the jewel "We aren't technicians. We just sell the parts." What that tells me is that they have shut-ins who have no idea what they're dealing with. Just moving chunks of metal with serial numbers attached. Or, they were lazy. Either way, Autozone was great about it, and the guys there were willing to help me after a little bit of persuading. Once we got the problem pinned, being the cheap skate I am, I crawled in and to the best of my abilities switched out the faulty tensioner pulley, which really wasn't that hard, and put in the new one! Voila! It didn't work! Wait...what? No, seriously. It still wasn't the right part. Sometime around five in the afternoon, I gave up trying to figure it out, and took it to a mechanic who just sort of laughed at me as I hadn't decided to wash after crawling around under the hood. Screw it, I'll pay if it's done right.

Seems realizing that there was a problem yesterday galvanized me into going out and about. I actually got quite a bit done, and even gave my van an oil change. I've always loved long walks at night, and last night was no different. The fact that it was the perfect mix of balmy, with a cool breeze gave me the best weather possible. While walking, I simply listened to music, and tried not to think a whole lot. Thinking just screws up otherwise good fun sometimes. After about an hour or three, I finally came home, took a nice, long shower, and went to my room for a while to play games while my mate slept. I try to run on a minimum of three hours, so that makes it easy to pursue hobbies. By the time everything was said and done, I was feeling pretty good about myself again. Maybe watching the grass grow is a good thing, as long as later you're willing to go out and trample it while you move around, and get things done.

It's been going by at a steady rate, which is unusual to me. Normally it drags on, or I can feel it whisking by. Lately, it's been a steady trickle, and I'm unnerved at just how aware I've been of that. I haven't gotten much of anything done, and the little victories I seem to be prizing apart from each day are adding up to almost nothing. It's life, I suppose, but it's not been this idle for me before. I took a look out the window today and saw the sun shining across our old wooden fence. It's in a pretty solid state of repair, but it's also pretty old, and a little worn. There's a mimosa tree growing through the slats on one end, and ivy chokes the rest of it. The grass, the ivy, and even the tree were such a vibrant green that part of me wondered if that was all I would do that day. Just stare at the grass. At the end of the day, it really felt like it was all I had achieved, and I'm also pretty confused at the fact that part of me feels alright with that. Time just keeps moving, leaving all of us behind. Is it really okay to just watch the grass grow with it sometimes? When does sometimes become too often? When do we slip into a state where time whisks us away with it, and we're so idle we don't notice?

Anyway, I finally got on here. Much to my amazement, things didn't go too hay wire this time. My bad luck's finally worn off with this place. I'm probably going to start posting as soon as I get the time to finish things. My stories are generally pretty long, and it takes me a while to fine tune them, but I hope when they're done, everyone can enjoy them. Also, I'm a grammar nazi. Sentence structure and story line flow are very important to me. Oh, if anyone wants me to proof read things for them, I gladly volunteer to help on that end.

I find it amusing that some people go to no end for attention. I can't imagine what sort of person would think "I know people who can beat you down." is the sort of thing that would really discourage people from simply talking more about something. It's animal instinct to take a challenge, especially when it's over killed. Then we get human logic mixed in with it, and we start wondering what sort of puffed up pompous Saturday morning preacher needs to get onto a furry site and start screaming about political correctness. It's really not much better than writing for days on end about some game they might play, or making things up about kids who can kill you with a saber. Who gives an eleven year old kid a sword? What sort of parent goes "Here Suzy, why don't you take this blunt edged yet obviously sharp tipped object outside, and swing it around whilst mommy and I find something to do?" This is assuming they treat the sword the same as the kid, and don't care enough to sharpen it. I honestly try to remain reserved and critical, but there's really no good reason to put that sort of thing out there, let alone mention you know someone who lets their kids near all sorts of dangerous weapons.