| So, i am a GIGANTIC nerd... |
[May. 31st, 2007|03:05 pm] |
...and so is Lenny.
We did some absolutely ridiculous math today to find out an outrageously obscure piece of knowledge, but we're happier for it. |
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[May. 25th, 2007|10:49 pm] |
i've got a people problem.
Namely, not having any people.
Today, i was jealous of a seventh-generation circus performer.
He told me about growing up around elephants, and a big top, and a flying trapeeze,
and i burned inside.
"Oh, to be a seventh-generation anything!"
There's a nobility, i suppose,
in being the eldest ancestor of your genetic posterity,
but it's one that comes with a pioneer's dread,
the fear that be there dragons or no,
can one really hope to be one of those supermen that makes home of the future?
The comfort of imagining people someday talk about Great-Great-Something Powers,
who lived at the turn of the century,
evaporate like faeries at the slightest skepticism.
i like to think there's an authority in orphanism.
Something that we carry like Caesar,
to bid men mark and write in their books.
"I AM NOBODY,"
an orphan's every phrase begins;
"But i could have been anybody."
it quickly amends.
Could that make everybody my people?
i wouldn't mind that. |
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| XKCD |
[May. 13th, 2007|04:07 pm] |
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| Re: Tag, You're It! |
[May. 8th, 2007|11:14 pm] |
When you write of what you've done,
i can't help but feel,
the same as there always was. |
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| Not A Good Prize. |
[Mar. 29th, 2007|11:49 pm] |
Not a Good Prize In the Least.
Repost from LJ:
Today was just an awful day.
i am one job poorer, one dinner hungrier, one theatre ticket, and one wallet less monied.
The only beautiful spot in today was someone smiling at me and telling me that i look just like a young Ozzie, something i was very happy to hear once before, and happy to hear again.
Forward, life. Youth's a stuff will not endure. |
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| FACTOID: |
[Mar. 26th, 2007|05:02 am] |
i learned tonight that there is a moth that gets water by drinking the tears of sleeping birds.
if i had known that before tonight, i could have made some wicked poetry. |
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| Dennehey and i with the conversation of the night: |
[Mar. 25th, 2007|12:58 am] |
Cwruidth: someone told me once that new continents are explored, mountains are climbed, cures are discovered, inventions are created; all because there is no male equivalent to a little black dress and eyeshadow.
atlasthealmighty: heh heh
Cwruidth: women think about all the effort they go to in attracting men, with the shoes and the makeup and the skirts, and perfume and all of it. None of them thinks of the agony of men, who have no idea what it is that women want them to do.
atlasthealmighty: Yeah, male suicide rates are higher, drug abuse, we don't live as long, have more health issues
Cwruidth: exactly.
With that sentiment in mind, i'll give the young men of my friends the following, which Dennehey showed me. i like most every old man that i meet, but i like this one even better than most...
Advice to Young Men from an Old Man
1. Don’t pick on the weak. It’s immoral. Don’t antagonize the strong without cause, its stupid.
2. Don’t hate women. It’s a waste of time
3. Invest in yourself. Material things come to those that have self actualized.
4. Get in a fistfight, even if you are going to lose.
5. As a former Marine, take it from me. Don’t join the military, unless you want to risk getting your balls blown off to secure other people’s economic or political interests.
6. If something has a direct benefit to an individual or a class of people, and a theoretical, abstract, or amorphous benefit to everybody else, realize that the proponent’s intentions are to benefit the former, not the latter, no matter what bullshit they try to feed you.
7. Don’t be a Republican. They are self-dealing crooks with no sense of honor or patriotism to their fellow citizens. If you must be a Republican, don’t be a “conservative.” They are whining, bitching, complaining, simple-minded self-righteous idiots who think they’re perpetual victims. Listen to talk radio for a while, you’ll see what I mean.
8. Don’t take proffered advice without a critical analysis. 90% of all advice is intended to benefit the proponent, not the recipient. Actually, the number is probably closer to 97%, but I don’t want to come off as cynical.
9. You’ll spend your entire life listening to people tell you how much you owe them. You don’t owe the vast majority of people shit.
10. Don’t undermine your fellow young men. Mentor the young men that come after you. Society recognizes that you have the potential to be the most power force in society. It scares them. Society does not find young men sympathetic. They are afraid of you, both individually and collectively. Law enforcement’s primary purpose is to suppress you.
11. As a young man, you’re on your own. Society divides and conquers. Unlike women who have advocates looking out for them (NOW, Women’s Study Departments, government, non-profit organizations, political advocacy groups) almost no one is looking out for you.
12. Young men provide the genius and muscle by which our society thrives. Look at the Silicone Valley. By in large, it was not old men or women that created the revolution we live. Realize that society steals your contributions, secures it with our intellectual property laws, and then takes credit and the rewards where none is due.
13. Know that few people have your best interests at heart. Your mother does. Your father probably does (if he stuck around). Your siblings are on your side. Everybody else worries about themselves.
14. Don’t be afraid to tell people to “Fuck off” when need be. It is an important skill to acquire. As they say, speak your piece, even if your voice shakes.
15. Acquire empathy, good interpersonal skills, and confidence. Learn to read body language and non-verbal communication. Don’t just concentrate on your vocational or technical skills, or you’ll find your wife fucking somebody else.
16. Keep fit.
17. Don’t speak ill of your wife/girlfriend. Back her up against the world, even if she’s wrong. She should know that you have her back. When she needs your help, give it. She should know that you’ll take her part.
18. Don’t cheat on your wife/girlfriend. If you must cheat, don’t humiliate her. Don’t risk having your transgressions come back to her or her friends. Don’t do it where you live. Don’t do it with people in your social circle. Don’t shit in your own back yard.
19. If your girlfriend doesn’t make you feel good about yourself and bring joy to your life, fire her. That’s what girlfriends are for.
20. Don’t bother with “emotional affairs.” They are just a vehicle for women to flirt and have someone make them feel good about themselves. That’s the part of a relationship they want. For you it is a lot of work and investment in time. If they are having an emotional affair with you, they’re probably fucking someone else.
21. Becoming a woman’s friend and confidant is not going to get you into an intimate relationship. If you haven’t gotten the girl within a reasonably short period of time, chances are you won’t ever get her. She’ll end up confiding to you about the sexual adventures she’s having with someone else.
22. Have and nurture friendships with women.
23. Realize that love is a numbers game. Guys fall in love easily. You’re going to see some girl and feel like you’ll die if you don’t get her. If she rejects you, move on to the next one. It’s her loss.
24. Don’t be an internet troll. Got out and live life. There is not a cadre of beautiful women advertising on Craigslist to have NSA sex with you. Beautiful women don’t need to advertise. The websites that advertise with attractive women’s photos and claims of loneliness are baloney. All they want is your money and your personal information so that they can market to you. The posts on Craigslist by young “women” seeking NSA sex, and asking for a picture are just a bunch of gay troll pic collectors. This is especially true if the post uses common gay lexicon like “hole” as in “fuck my hole” or seeks “masculine” men, or uses the word cock (except in the context of “Don’t send a cock shot.”) There are women on Craigslist. They are easily recognizable by their 2-5 paragraph postings. Most are in their 30's or older.
25. When you become a man in full, know that people will get in your way. People who are attracted to you will somehow manage to step in your path. Gay guys will give you “the look.” Old people will somehow stumble in front of you at the worst time. Don’t get frustrated. Just step aside and go about your business. Know that these are passive aggressive methods to get you to acknowledge their existence.
26. Don’t gay bash. Don’t mentally or physically abuse people because of who they are, or how they present themselves. It’s none of your business to try to intimidate people into conformity.
27. If you're gay, admit it to yourself, your parents, your friends and society at large. Be prepared to get harassed. See rule 14. If someone threatens you or assaults you, call the cops. Have them arrested. You have no obligation to self sacrifice because of who you are. As a gay person, you’ll have more social freedom than straight men. Use it to protect yourself. Be prepared to get out of Dodge if your orientation makes your life unbearable. Move to San Francisco, New York, Atlanta, or New Orleans. You’ll find a welcoming community there.
28. Don’t be a poser. Avoid being one of those dudes who puts a surfboard on top of their car, but never surfs, or a dude with a powder coated fixed gear bike and a messenger bag, but was never a messenger. Live the life. Earn your bona fides.
29. Don’t believe the crap about the patriarchy. More women are accepted and attend college. More degrees are awarded to women than men. Women outlive men. More men commit suicide. Men are twice as likely to be victims of violence, including murder. If you consider sexual assaults in prisons, twice as many men are raped as women (society thinks prison rape is funny). The streets are littered with homeless men, sprinkled with a few homeless women. Statically, women are happier than men. The myth that girls are being cheated by are educational system is belied by the fact that schools are bastions of femininity, mostly run by and taught by women. Girls outperform boys in school. It is the boys in school getting fucked over, and prescribed ritalin for being boys. Real wages for men are falling, while real wages for women are rising. Just because someone says something enough times, doesn’t make it true. You have nothing to feel guilty about.
30. Remember, 97% of all advice is worthless. Take what you can use, and trash the rest.
vicioustwist
san francisco
02-15-07 |
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| Dawn |
[Mar. 21st, 2007|01:36 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Basking | ] |
Prick your finger; it is done.
The Moon has now eclipsed The Sun.
The Angel has spread its wings,
The Time has come for Bitter Things. |
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| Do You Ever...? |
[Mar. 4th, 2007|08:37 pm] |
Do you ever hear a song that makes you weak in the knees so you have to sit down hard on the ground when you hear it, because contrary to all logic it IS about your life at the moment?
i'm always seeing myself in songs, just because that's the human condition, and it tells you how similar we all are in so many ways, but this song went way beyond that.
This is the song that says exactly what i wish i'd said when i could have, but i've got nothing to lose saying it now, if nothing else but to remind me some day exactly how things felt.
Crush On Everyone
-By Jonah's OneLineDrawing
If you have just one,
let me be that love
If you have lots of others,
please let me be
please let me be one
let me be one
If you like undressing,
please let me find out
If you like large intestines,
please let me find
please please please let me find out
let me find out
If you're gone for weeks on end
in crazy situations
and don't know why you drive
through cars
in dirty foreign towns
please let me find out
If you shield your eyes
for glory every time
and drag your mouth to smile
If sickness is your cover
I'll try not to look down
I'll try not to look down
For if you're sick of cradling
and dragging all my injuries
you can just say fuck right off
it's better than not knowing
or if you're just as scared as me,
if that's what it's about,
please let me find out.
(P.S. If you're going to say fuck right off, please choose a gentler way to say it.) |
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| Exeunt... |
[Feb. 16th, 2007|12:28 am] |
| [ | mood |
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Provided one or more of you survive me, i would like to have This played during my funerary procession.
And if i actually do manage to become Hegemon like i've always dreamed, i'd like the headstone to read:
"Here There Lies A Toppled God; His Fall Was Not A Small One.
We Did But Build His Pedestal; A Narrow And A Tall One."
-Frank Herbert |
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| (no subject) |
[Feb. 9th, 2007|11:37 am] |
It's so strange
i always looked ahead to this day thinking that i'd feel so swept away.
"Wow. Ten years already? Seems like just last week."
What a notion. It's like ages ago.
What you were has completely changed.
If you'd asked me ten years earlier, i'd have said the world was ending. There was no balm in Gilead.
Words meant to be only between him and me.
How that aged. But the past will keep with us.
"Youth's a stuff will not endure."
-Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene III |
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| Today |
[Feb. 5th, 2007|02:34 am] |
| [ | mood |
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Today started out wonky but ended up being cool.
i fell asleep in the bathtub last night.
That was a poor choice for me to not make.
By consequence, i didn't actually feel awake until about 30 minutes into the matinee i had.
But it's a good thing i DID wake up, because Miss Ladyface came and saw it, which made me the happiest, luckiest boy in the world for today. Afterwards, we had a rad cast-wide crepe-making party (which i wish i could have talked Liesel into coming to, but she had stuffs to do, and had to get back to Irvine i'm sure, since i think she starts work tomorrowmonday.) where everyone got to hang out and have fun and eat good food and where i got to show off by having an excellent knowledge of how to get wine out of white carpeting (ice, followed by salt, followed by hydrogen peroxide, if you're wondering).
i still can't believe Liesel came all the way up just to see my show.
happyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappyhappy |
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[Feb. 4th, 2007|01:44 am] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| [ | mood |
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i'm such a fucking pussy.
chickenshit.
craven.
dastard.
fraidy cat.
gutless.
lily-liver.
milquetoast.
mollycoddle.
nambypampby.
pussy.
shirk.
sissy.
softy.
yellowbelly.
You're not necessarily crazy, but you're a coward, Liam Powers. And you'll never tell another actor what really matters to you so long as you are.
take that however you want. |
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| i confess without shame: |
[Jan. 29th, 2007|10:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  9 x 151 | ] |
i really like Everclear.
They were popular when i was in middle school, and after that, people sort of rolled their eyes (sort of like my grade school experience with Ace of Base), but musically they do really cool things, they have a unique sound, and their music presents engaging scenarios that mean many things to many people.
So there. |
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| What the Fuck? |
[Jan. 26th, 2007|10:40 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crushed | ] |
Okay, granted, tonight was the worst we've ever performed this show.
But what kind of father comes to your show and walks out?
EDIT: It turns out he didn't straight-up walk out on the show; just on me. He stayed to talk to the director, and left me a message this morning to say that my french sounded good, and to tell me what a good acting job another actor did. At this point i pretty much just have to assume my father wants me to kill myself. |
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| Owie. |
[Jan. 9th, 2007|11:32 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | sonne | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Unfulfilled | ] |
i just broke my first sword.
That's correct any way you read it, by the way. i just broke the first sword that i have ever had, and i just broke the first of what i can only hope (as a ksatria) is many swords.
Something has been hurting me for a long time now, and if you know me pretty well, you know what it is; for a lot of that time, it's been wanting to come out violently. Throwing bottles at railroad tracks when i'd had one too many is how it started, and today i grabbed my favorite sword, the first one i ever owned, that i bought on my eighteenth birthday, and i hit something with it so hard that it broke.
it feels like someone i know has died.
On the upside, having a sword to repair totally fits into the two big mental paradigms that i have at the moment, and carrying a sword that i singlehandedly broke in anguish gives me a lot of pirate cred.
Oh, and because i'm totally awesome: The woodblock i hit pretty much evaporated.
Addendum:
Cwruidth: i need to get back to my HS days. i was way metal back then.
Cwruidth: on the other hand, i just broke a sword, so i guess i'm still pretty metal.
atlasthealmighty: And so is the sword!
Cwruidth: i dunno, the sword is apparently (and against all intuitive thought) less metal than i am
Cwruidth: because i have a few cuts on my hand, and the only part of it that looks okay is the scabbard.
atlasthealmighty: This is true
atlasthealmighty: I mean, clearly, you have defeated the sword
pix of my hand maybe later. |
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