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Posted 10 years agoSo this whole being trans thing ain't easy. In preparation for the starting of HRT I decided I already wax my arms and legs, it's time to do everything but the groin... Meaning Chest. Belly. Sensitive areas.
I made it through one rip before I started whimpering. Seeing stars? Heh, more like being pushed onto the surface of one >.> Halfway through:
Waxing woman: You cry yet?
Me: No...
Waxing woman: DAMN! *rip*
She DID go above and beyond..got 1/2 of a brazillian that I didn't ask for >.> Pushed up my underwear and started going for MORE sensitive areas. "Your husband going to liiiike"
Me: ..Okay, I'm crying now.
Definitely an experience but god DAMN that hurt.........
I made it through one rip before I started whimpering. Seeing stars? Heh, more like being pushed onto the surface of one >.> Halfway through:
Waxing woman: You cry yet?
Me: No...
Waxing woman: DAMN! *rip*
She DID go above and beyond..got 1/2 of a brazillian that I didn't ask for >.> Pushed up my underwear and started going for MORE sensitive areas. "Your husband going to liiiike"
Me: ..Okay, I'm crying now.
Definitely an experience but god DAMN that hurt.........
Any recommendations?
Posted 10 years agoSo husband and a friend are helping me with a new, random project. So what I want to know- any Saturday morning cartoons you remember from your childhood you were particularly fond of? Strong focus on ones from the 90's.
Beating a dead horse here
Posted 10 years agoBut does anyone still play L4D? The original? Been in the weirdest mood to play it lately...
Some days
Posted 10 years agoYou should have just stayed in bed >.>
More offensive than being called a boy?
Posted 10 years agoSo I saw a primary care physician today only to be informed it was yet another hoop for me to jump through because I had to be recommended, instead, to an Endocrinologist. So she gave me two numbers to call. The first one, after hearing my story- "No. No we're not interested in your case." "Excuse me?" "We're not interested in transgenderism." O_o....Okaaaay. Didn't know Doctors got to pick and choose their cases, that's news to me. But anymew, asked for a reccomendation of someone who WOULD be interested in it "We don't know. We don't handle people like you. Good luck."
Joy.
So called the second doctor. Again. Right off the bat "no, we're not interested in your case." Like I had called the same number by mistake twice [I checked to make sure I didn't] on the up side THEY could point me to a hospital that WOULD be interested. Emory. So I call them. "Oh we have one doctor on staff who's ecstatic about cases like yours! His next available appointment is in July............................."
At this point my forehead hits the steering wheel.
"Would you like to book?"
"No, thank you. I'll.. Make other arrangements."
So after exhausting several other numbers and trying to find different people the soonest I can get to see someone is January 21st. A lot longer than I wanted to wait but hell... It's SOMETHING.
Joy.
So called the second doctor. Again. Right off the bat "no, we're not interested in your case." Like I had called the same number by mistake twice [I checked to make sure I didn't] on the up side THEY could point me to a hospital that WOULD be interested. Emory. So I call them. "Oh we have one doctor on staff who's ecstatic about cases like yours! His next available appointment is in July............................."
At this point my forehead hits the steering wheel.
"Would you like to book?"
"No, thank you. I'll.. Make other arrangements."
So after exhausting several other numbers and trying to find different people the soonest I can get to see someone is January 21st. A lot longer than I wanted to wait but hell... It's SOMETHING.
Card tricks for the depressed~
Posted 10 years agoSo today was the big day. Therapist's appointment. Kept trying to wrap my head around what I was going to say, what was going to happen and try to steel myself for the worst outcome imaginable. What if I'm wrong? How would I cope? This thing that's made me feel so normal for so long ..What if I had to lose it? I was up 2 hours early, styled my hair, purposefully dressed as 'punk' as I always do. I didn't want to pull any punches and expose the 'real' me for a fair evaluation, but my clothing also kind of serves as an armor, weird as that sounds. Look a certain way, people don't mess with you, that kind of deal.. But I jumped in my car, fought Atlanta traffic all the way to the other side of the city to find myself in a building that looked like it was built in the 80's and hasn't been touched since. I filled out my info, turned in my insurance card ,and began to wait. 
was kind enough to keep my mind occupied with stories of D&D and anything else that would prevent me from feeling overly worried, but there were three children in the office, bouncing around and trying to find amusement anywhere.
I never go anywhere without a deck of cards.
So I started pulling cheesy card tricks just for them and suddenly ALL the adults in the room were into it, too, and they all wanted to talk to me about what I do for a living, how I pulled off some simple effects, share with me their stories.. It was like I was back in the 'cheerleader' mode for the first time in a long time I've gotten so comfortable with, but as with all things great.. It had to come to an end. At eleven fifteen on the dot the therapist opened his door and called me into his office.
I sat down, tried to make myself as small as possible and just began to talk. I told him everything. How I feel at the moment, how I've felt most of my life, little stories I've remembered about growing up, things I would ask my mother [can you teach me how to put on make-up? Why can't -I- wear pink?] and finally, after discussing my history and family life the moment of truth came. He leaned back in his chair and said, to the best of my recollection:
"I see a lot of patients these days who come in for this very thing. It's a fad. A lot of them think that it's going to make them beautiful or solve all of their problems in life."
My heart began to sink. I was terrified he was going to tell me the one thing I didn't want to hear. 'You're a boy. A very confused male.'
"But in my opinion," He continued, "You are without a doubt one of the most centered individuals with this situation that I've ever encountered. You know who you are. You know what you want to become. You are, without a doubt, a female in a male's body. Everything you've expressed to me isn't about finding sexuality, it's about finding normalcy. I would love to be the one to sit and talk you through the emotional changes you're going to go through-"
About this time I began to cry. I don't cry. I just can't. It's like something inside of me blocks it, but tears started to cloud my vision as I stared at him.
"I don't prescribe medication for this particular thing, you'll need to find a general practitioner for that," he leaned forward and began to type on his keyboard, "But I fully believe you're absolutely right and with that being said, you'll need a letter of evaluation from a therapist. That's where I come in. If you call this office I will give you anything you need to start down this path. All I ask is you continue to see either myself or someone else to continue to evaluate your emotional change as you begin your transformation."
I left his office shaking. My husband was the first to know, then my mother, and even now I'm just so..very....HAPPY. Validation. It's no longer a thought in the back of my head. I can finally fully accept that I am who I believe I am. Next step: Find a general practitioner. I'm on it.
was kind enough to keep my mind occupied with stories of D&D and anything else that would prevent me from feeling overly worried, but there were three children in the office, bouncing around and trying to find amusement anywhere.I never go anywhere without a deck of cards.
So I started pulling cheesy card tricks just for them and suddenly ALL the adults in the room were into it, too, and they all wanted to talk to me about what I do for a living, how I pulled off some simple effects, share with me their stories.. It was like I was back in the 'cheerleader' mode for the first time in a long time I've gotten so comfortable with, but as with all things great.. It had to come to an end. At eleven fifteen on the dot the therapist opened his door and called me into his office.
I sat down, tried to make myself as small as possible and just began to talk. I told him everything. How I feel at the moment, how I've felt most of my life, little stories I've remembered about growing up, things I would ask my mother [can you teach me how to put on make-up? Why can't -I- wear pink?] and finally, after discussing my history and family life the moment of truth came. He leaned back in his chair and said, to the best of my recollection:
"I see a lot of patients these days who come in for this very thing. It's a fad. A lot of them think that it's going to make them beautiful or solve all of their problems in life."
My heart began to sink. I was terrified he was going to tell me the one thing I didn't want to hear. 'You're a boy. A very confused male.'
"But in my opinion," He continued, "You are without a doubt one of the most centered individuals with this situation that I've ever encountered. You know who you are. You know what you want to become. You are, without a doubt, a female in a male's body. Everything you've expressed to me isn't about finding sexuality, it's about finding normalcy. I would love to be the one to sit and talk you through the emotional changes you're going to go through-"
About this time I began to cry. I don't cry. I just can't. It's like something inside of me blocks it, but tears started to cloud my vision as I stared at him.
"I don't prescribe medication for this particular thing, you'll need to find a general practitioner for that," he leaned forward and began to type on his keyboard, "But I fully believe you're absolutely right and with that being said, you'll need a letter of evaluation from a therapist. That's where I come in. If you call this office I will give you anything you need to start down this path. All I ask is you continue to see either myself or someone else to continue to evaluate your emotional change as you begin your transformation."
I left his office shaking. My husband was the first to know, then my mother, and even now I'm just so..very....HAPPY. Validation. It's no longer a thought in the back of my head. I can finally fully accept that I am who I believe I am. Next step: Find a general practitioner. I'm on it.
Finally-
Posted 10 years agoAfter spending countless hours looking for a psychologist who was accepting new patients before the beginning of next year, I came out to my boss at work. She's.. One of the few people I felt I could trust to give me a straight answer. How I would navigate the professional field if I moved forward from here, how I'd be perceived.. She gave me some of the most uplifting advice I've ever gotten. And through it all she told me the one thing I needed to hear.
"You have to be true to you and your heart."
It's a line I've given a billion times but rarely receive in kind.
We wound up talking, and smoking cigarettes, for almost ten minutes.. I quit smoking three years ago, I was shaking and in tears the whole time, terrified that letting 'this secret' out would destroy everything I've built. Movie sets are shockingly like highs school. If one person thinks you're weird? You don't work again. You just don't. But at the end of it all she hugged me and said "I love you for you. Not your gender. Don't worry. We'll get through this."
A long discussion with my mother, a longer discussion with my husband, and finding a VERY unlikely ally in my Uncle.. I'm rather estranged from my family. y'see.. I'ts not easy, but I'm moving forward.. So my boss wanted to know when I was going to go see someone about this and I expressed my frustrations with trying to find someone on my insurance plan that can actually SEE me.. She found a place, gave me their info..
I've been blessed with a handful of very good friends, both online and in person. I'm not sure where my life is going to go from here. So many things have changed over the past few weeks regarding my support structure and my connections with a few people that I'm just so ass backwards right now I'm frankly terrified. Even more so of therapists. My first encounter with a therapist came in 5th grade when we were given free reign to write any fiction story we wanted. Mine involved the hero committing suicide not because he was depressed, but because he had to stop a monster he created. Think Frankenstein. But apparently that was a 'cry for help'. So here I am, this kid who had NO clue what suicide even REALLY was, or the gravity of it because I'd always been enthralled with movies. It's all fake. It's all pretend. All make believe. No one REALLY gets hurt. And now, I was in a room with people fifteen and sixteen years old talking about them trying to kill themselves. And they would get little marks on a chalk board for each 'truth 'they told. When it came my turn I was left in awe going 'I've never thought ANY of those thoughts..." And the therapist told me 'well for every story you tell you get a mark and at the end of the session you'll get a cookie for each mark you've got."
....Oh the stories that came out of my mouth.... It took 5 sessions before my mother caught wise to why the therapist wanted to prescribe me so many different medications.
So my trust in most people in the psychological community has been fractured ever since but now-
I'm going to my first appointment with a psychologist that my boss helped me find on Monday morning. We'll see what happens. Wish me luck.
"You have to be true to you and your heart."
It's a line I've given a billion times but rarely receive in kind.
We wound up talking, and smoking cigarettes, for almost ten minutes.. I quit smoking three years ago, I was shaking and in tears the whole time, terrified that letting 'this secret' out would destroy everything I've built. Movie sets are shockingly like highs school. If one person thinks you're weird? You don't work again. You just don't. But at the end of it all she hugged me and said "I love you for you. Not your gender. Don't worry. We'll get through this."
A long discussion with my mother, a longer discussion with my husband, and finding a VERY unlikely ally in my Uncle.. I'm rather estranged from my family. y'see.. I'ts not easy, but I'm moving forward.. So my boss wanted to know when I was going to go see someone about this and I expressed my frustrations with trying to find someone on my insurance plan that can actually SEE me.. She found a place, gave me their info..
I've been blessed with a handful of very good friends, both online and in person. I'm not sure where my life is going to go from here. So many things have changed over the past few weeks regarding my support structure and my connections with a few people that I'm just so ass backwards right now I'm frankly terrified. Even more so of therapists. My first encounter with a therapist came in 5th grade when we were given free reign to write any fiction story we wanted. Mine involved the hero committing suicide not because he was depressed, but because he had to stop a monster he created. Think Frankenstein. But apparently that was a 'cry for help'. So here I am, this kid who had NO clue what suicide even REALLY was, or the gravity of it because I'd always been enthralled with movies. It's all fake. It's all pretend. All make believe. No one REALLY gets hurt. And now, I was in a room with people fifteen and sixteen years old talking about them trying to kill themselves. And they would get little marks on a chalk board for each 'truth 'they told. When it came my turn I was left in awe going 'I've never thought ANY of those thoughts..." And the therapist told me 'well for every story you tell you get a mark and at the end of the session you'll get a cookie for each mark you've got."
....Oh the stories that came out of my mouth.... It took 5 sessions before my mother caught wise to why the therapist wanted to prescribe me so many different medications.
So my trust in most people in the psychological community has been fractured ever since but now-
I'm going to my first appointment with a psychologist that my boss helped me find on Monday morning. We'll see what happens. Wish me luck.
Share play?
Posted 10 years agoSo I've just discovered this feature on my PS4.... Anyone got some games they wanna play?
Nintendo
Posted 10 years agoLove 'em or hate 'em, or swear you loved them until the n64 came out..I just have to ask.. Am I the ONLY one who looks at her mii and thinks 'seriously? Those pants are atrocious...'
For those who've played it
Posted 10 years agoYou'll get it.
I hate that flower. I HATE. THAT GOD DAMN. FLOWER.
*FUME*
That is all.
I hate that flower. I HATE. THAT GOD DAMN. FLOWER.
*FUME*
That is all.
Stream options?
Posted 10 years agoDoes anyone know of a way I can stream a blu-ray movie from my computer or playstation to a select few friends?
100 Watchers!
Posted 10 years agoWOO! Sorry, that's.. a milestone for a simple commissioner like me. You like me. You really like me! *Sobs*
Seriously, awesome ^_^ Thanks to all you gaiz!
Seriously, awesome ^_^ Thanks to all you gaiz!
Acceptance- A short story.
Posted 10 years agoSo I came out to my mother as being Transgendered and her response was, as always, pitch perfect in it's sarcasm by way of 'You're too tall." Since, y'know, gender is totally based on height. For those of you playing the home game who do NOT know, I happen to be a whopping 6'4", much to my chagrin. But I digress. After that little conversation went south, I turned to my husband for support, as I often do, as well as some very close friends who usually know if not the right thing to say, how to not say the WRONG thing that makes me want to cheat on my diet and down a pint of Reese's flavor ice cream, and we decided that yes,it would be a very difficult thing for me to pull off going the route of HRT But..It's not off the table just yet.
Even though I'm thirty. >.>
But as time wore on, my mother would send me little text messages, "I love you, son" we would be talking on the phone, and she'd continue to use male centered pronouns and I finally snapped on her, standing in Wal Mart [classy] and looking at electric wax melters [candles are too cliche'], and holding on to one that's message I found particularly prudent, I not so calmly informed her "Look, there aren't a LOT of people who actually know. You're one of the few I trusted. Please. PLEASE. Stop. Calling. Me. A. Boy." Her response was less than stellar to say the least. I hung up on her. I RARELY hang up on my mother. I clutched my wax melter with shaking hands, suddenly feeling like the words on it didn't actually mean ANYTHING..
My mother was one of the few people who had always been in my corner no matter what. No matter what I screwed up, how bad things got, she was there to help me. So on this, I just couldn't believe that it was so hard to convey that I identified as gay because it's all I knew for so long.. When I was a kid I'd wear her clothes exclusively if I could. Her shoes, her boots, my sister's dresses [she was smaller]. I always wanted to be a female I just..didn't know it was a THING until far later in life.
I bought my electric-not-candle. I also made a quick pit-stop to the ice cream aisle for a pint of empty calories and made it out to my truck to sit in the driver's seat and stare at the steering wheel. I pulled out my phone. She hadn't called me back so I nervously sent her a text message. "I'm not asking you for much. If you would call me your daughter just once, you have no idea how wonderful I'd feel. How respected, understood, and LOVED that would make me feel. How much it would MEAN to me. It costs you nothing to bring me that much joy. Just think about it."
It took almost an hour before she replied. An apology explaining she would try her best. The next time we spoke, she said "I love you, Son," immediately stopped- "I don't mean that. I mean the I love you part. I've been calling you Son for so long that it just..It will take some time. But I love you."
Imagine.
Dream.
Believe.
The words on my wax melter.
Even though I'm thirty. >.>
But as time wore on, my mother would send me little text messages, "I love you, son" we would be talking on the phone, and she'd continue to use male centered pronouns and I finally snapped on her, standing in Wal Mart [classy] and looking at electric wax melters [candles are too cliche'], and holding on to one that's message I found particularly prudent, I not so calmly informed her "Look, there aren't a LOT of people who actually know. You're one of the few I trusted. Please. PLEASE. Stop. Calling. Me. A. Boy." Her response was less than stellar to say the least. I hung up on her. I RARELY hang up on my mother. I clutched my wax melter with shaking hands, suddenly feeling like the words on it didn't actually mean ANYTHING..
My mother was one of the few people who had always been in my corner no matter what. No matter what I screwed up, how bad things got, she was there to help me. So on this, I just couldn't believe that it was so hard to convey that I identified as gay because it's all I knew for so long.. When I was a kid I'd wear her clothes exclusively if I could. Her shoes, her boots, my sister's dresses [she was smaller]. I always wanted to be a female I just..didn't know it was a THING until far later in life.
I bought my electric-not-candle. I also made a quick pit-stop to the ice cream aisle for a pint of empty calories and made it out to my truck to sit in the driver's seat and stare at the steering wheel. I pulled out my phone. She hadn't called me back so I nervously sent her a text message. "I'm not asking you for much. If you would call me your daughter just once, you have no idea how wonderful I'd feel. How respected, understood, and LOVED that would make me feel. How much it would MEAN to me. It costs you nothing to bring me that much joy. Just think about it."
It took almost an hour before she replied. An apology explaining she would try her best. The next time we spoke, she said "I love you, Son," immediately stopped- "I don't mean that. I mean the I love you part. I've been calling you Son for so long that it just..It will take some time. But I love you."
Imagine.
Dream.
Believe.
The words on my wax melter.
Like being ripped from a fantasy
Posted 10 years agoSome days I just hate mirrors. It's like..At times I can insulate myself from reality enough to just be comfortable in my own skin and be who/what I want to be and what makes me feel normal and happy. Then I see a reflection. And that's completely and utterly shattered. Back to being a 'boy' to the rest of the world. Le sigh. It's for this reason I believe that it sucks so much when I'm called by any male pronoun. I had to explain that to my mother the other day, actually, and much to my shock and delight she's trying to change the way she speaks to me. But sometimes..Man.. It just compounds. Something that simple can get me so down it's crazy.
Vent over.
Vent over.
Almost to 100
Posted 10 years agoIt's a milestone for a nobody like me! Although it DOES beg the question...
What does a commissioner and art-whore do when they reach a milestone? O_o Any suggestions?
What does a commissioner and art-whore do when they reach a milestone? O_o Any suggestions?
Some people
Posted 10 years agoFeline shaming. This is a real conversation I've had with one of my friends-
[12:32:14 PM] I was forced to get up.
[12:32:19 PM] By god.
[12:32:38 PM] Was going to flatulate under the covers then realized it was defecation
[12:32:42 PM] rushed to the restroom
[12:33:22 PM] Tobi Coon: ....
[12:33:25 PM] Tobi Coon: Okay
[12:33:28 PM] Tobi Coon: there are SOME Things-..
[12:33:28 PM] Tobi Coon: man
[12:33:31 PM] Tobi Coon: just keep it to yourself ;.;
[12:33:32 PM] Hey I tried making it fancy
;.; Ewww.
[12:32:14 PM] I was forced to get up.
[12:32:19 PM] By god.
[12:32:38 PM] Was going to flatulate under the covers then realized it was defecation
[12:32:42 PM] rushed to the restroom
[12:33:22 PM] Tobi Coon: ....
[12:33:25 PM] Tobi Coon: Okay
[12:33:28 PM] Tobi Coon: there are SOME Things-..
[12:33:28 PM] Tobi Coon: man
[12:33:31 PM] Tobi Coon: just keep it to yourself ;.;
[12:33:32 PM] Hey I tried making it fancy
;.; Ewww.
Watch it~
Posted 10 years agoSo I'm not a HUGE anime fan but every so often I'll stumble onto a series I like..Inuyasha.. Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood... Gurren Lagann... Avatar: Legend of Korra [IT COUNTS!] But I just finished what I presume to be the ending of the first season of an anime that left me in tears so many times and left me guessing the whole way through..
The short of it is, if you can spare 30 minutes of your life PLEASE give this a shot. Do yourself a favor. All I'm going to say is there's a TWIST to the first episode so do NOT read the description, and if you start it watch the whole thing. It's an amazing story.
Seriously. Just scroll down and click the 'CLICK HERE TO WATCH!' Button. Don't spoil it. Just enjoy it.
Gakkou Gurashi!
http://www.watchcartoononline.com/g.....english-subbed
The short of it is, if you can spare 30 minutes of your life PLEASE give this a shot. Do yourself a favor. All I'm going to say is there's a TWIST to the first episode so do NOT read the description, and if you start it watch the whole thing. It's an amazing story.
Seriously. Just scroll down and click the 'CLICK HERE TO WATCH!' Button. Don't spoil it. Just enjoy it.
Gakkou Gurashi!
http://www.watchcartoononline.com/g.....english-subbed
Raffle/Artist boost
Posted 10 years agoHey you gaiz! 
S00t is holding a raffle for making it to 100 watchers and we all know raffles are fun but even better is she's an incredibly awesome and talented artist! If you're not one of the 100 cool kids already go! Check her out! She deserves your attention!
S00t is holding a raffle for making it to 100 watchers and we all know raffles are fun but even better is she's an incredibly awesome and talented artist! If you're not one of the 100 cool kids already go! Check her out! She deserves your attention!Any Modern MtG Players? [Opinion and Question!]
Posted 10 years agoSo, got into a discussion with my husband earlier today about the current state of Modern and how it's growing more and more stagnant, at least around us..Everyone's a Twin, Affinity or Jund player~ and it inevitably lead to the normal bashing of 'Dude THAT card fucking SUCKS!" That was short lived when, for an odd change of pace, I actually asked 'So if you could ban ANY 5 cards from the format..What would they be?" There was a short pause followed immediately by a burst of ideas. "Well if you ban THIS card then THESE cards are playable..' for example. SO! I wanted to extend that same question to any other nerds out there! [all maybe 2 of you xD]
What 5 cards would you ban from Modern. Aaand why?
My own personal:
5) I'm cheating here.. I would ban an ability. Not a card. INFECT. Infect has GOT to go. What's that? You want to make it 1/2 as hard to win AND I can't regain life? Yeah.. The easiest way to beat me in Magic is this. I won't even play against it anymore. We have one player at one of our shops and the dude has zero friends BECAUSE Of this.
4) Iona Shield of Emeria. Blood moon and this one were both up for this slot but ultimately, Blood moon punishes a player for trying to do to many things all at once. I can understand that. Punishing a player for playing a Mono color deck though? Not cool. I know there are other uses for it, but this card just hurts too much for my personal taste. Especially when used with...
3) Unburial Rites. 'Nuff said.
2) Lightning Bolt. Believe it or not this is the MOST played card in Modern o_o. I don't think there's anything inherently WRONG with this card. One drop for 3 damage of player or creature at instant speed? Who doesn't love that. But I'm more interested in what would happen to the game if this card WAS gone. SO many cards would be playable!
1) Emrakul, the Aeons Torn. This is it. The big mackdaddy of cards that [for me since I don't play vintage/legacy] never should have been printed. Big in Tron builds and anything running Goryo's Vengeance or Through the breach if this sucker hits the field it's game over.Protection from colored spells.. 15/15.. Flying.. None of that is a big deal. Annihilator 6... you can't come back from that ;.;.
Runner ups: Blood Moon, Liliana of the Veil, Monastery Swiftspear, Become Immense
All opinions~ Don't hate o_o
What 5 cards would you ban from Modern. Aaand why?
My own personal:
5) I'm cheating here.. I would ban an ability. Not a card. INFECT. Infect has GOT to go. What's that? You want to make it 1/2 as hard to win AND I can't regain life? Yeah.. The easiest way to beat me in Magic is this. I won't even play against it anymore. We have one player at one of our shops and the dude has zero friends BECAUSE Of this.
4) Iona Shield of Emeria. Blood moon and this one were both up for this slot but ultimately, Blood moon punishes a player for trying to do to many things all at once. I can understand that. Punishing a player for playing a Mono color deck though? Not cool. I know there are other uses for it, but this card just hurts too much for my personal taste. Especially when used with...
3) Unburial Rites. 'Nuff said.
2) Lightning Bolt. Believe it or not this is the MOST played card in Modern o_o. I don't think there's anything inherently WRONG with this card. One drop for 3 damage of player or creature at instant speed? Who doesn't love that. But I'm more interested in what would happen to the game if this card WAS gone. SO many cards would be playable!
1) Emrakul, the Aeons Torn. This is it. The big mackdaddy of cards that [for me since I don't play vintage/legacy] never should have been printed. Big in Tron builds and anything running Goryo's Vengeance or Through the breach if this sucker hits the field it's game over.Protection from colored spells.. 15/15.. Flying.. None of that is a big deal. Annihilator 6... you can't come back from that ;.;.
Runner ups: Blood Moon, Liliana of the Veil, Monastery Swiftspear, Become Immense
All opinions~ Don't hate o_o
Waxing~
Posted 10 years agoSo for those of you playing the home game, this raccoon rl is,like most hoomans who wanna be animal people, quite hairy. And unlike the fur on our beloved fursonas that hair isn't exactly the most..sexy. Shaving takes too damn long when you're tall, you burn through razors too fast, and it doesn't last long enough so I've taken to waxing. I got my arms done two weeks ago just as a 'test run'. That's where my first tattoo is? That's where I started.
Today I had a professional do my legs.
Boys and girls I gotta tell ya, that is a very special kind of pain. How special? The Brazillian woman waxing me did not speak English and was cackling like a lunatic from the noises/swears I was making. Each time she'd rip I'd see a flash of white light and the drawn face of God from Monty Python and the Holy Grail was suddenly staring at me. I do't know why. But again. Ow x.x
On the upside? Smoooooth.
Today I had a professional do my legs.
Boys and girls I gotta tell ya, that is a very special kind of pain. How special? The Brazillian woman waxing me did not speak English and was cackling like a lunatic from the noises/swears I was making. Each time she'd rip I'd see a flash of white light and the drawn face of God from Monty Python and the Holy Grail was suddenly staring at me. I do't know why. But again. Ow x.x
On the upside? Smoooooth.
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A twisted outlook...
Posted 10 years agoSo if I had gone to the doctor today and been told I needed, say, a shot or to have blood drawn I would have had so much anxiety rolling around in the pit of my stomach I'd have been sick. Or if I had to go to the dentist just for a routine cleaning or any other thing that takes, oh, about fifteen minutes at most and during that time I'd be in mild, at worst, discomfort.
But the idea of laying on my back and letting someone put hot wax on my body, followed by strips of paper to rip hairs out by the roots for over an hour? That's fun?....Apparently so since I didn't have a single problem with it until that first strip came off.
Son of a BITCH that hurts -.-. But now ~*smooooooth*
But the idea of laying on my back and letting someone put hot wax on my body, followed by strips of paper to rip hairs out by the roots for over an hour? That's fun?....Apparently so since I didn't have a single problem with it until that first strip came off.
Son of a BITCH that hurts -.-. But now ~*smooooooth*
To the artists or those who commission them
Posted 10 years agoWhenever I get a commission done I always try to pay for the goods and services fee on paypal [unless I get an invoice cuz I can't tweak the amount] so if I'm paying, say, 25 bucks for a piece of artwork, I'll then add another 2$ on so that I'm certain that the artist gets the 25$ that they requested for their work. It's just a little more money for me for a piece of artwork that clearly I want, so it's no big deal but my question is.. Am I odd for doing this? Does anyone else? And as an additional question, is it common practice to tip an artist? After completion I try, funds permitted, to toss between 5-10$ extra their way as a heart felt 'thank you' but is it like dining out? 20% rules? Or is there a scale on this? Does it happen often? Does EVERYONE do both of these things and I'm a derp for even being curious?
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Mind the upswing
Posted 10 years agoThings are looking up at long last ^_^ Journal edited because I'm all of half awake and had too many typos and half formed thoughts x.x
How do you cap off a crappy month?
Posted 10 years agoBy buying a new truck of course! >.>... Still owing 9 grand on a car that was dying from every single direction and being told in no uncertain terms I could become a full time 'third' at work if I had a truck I decided the hell with it. Found a great priced new Tacoma and signed my life away! Stress..But hey, new shiny white truck!
