Thursday, November 6, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Geekery vs. Lechery
He: I should stick to the naming convention I already chose - Shadowrun dragons. Lofwyr... Hestaby... Ryumyo
Me: Masaru, Rhonabwy, Sonador, Sirrug
He: Sirrurg, isn't it?
Me: Wow, yes. It is. Holy shit, you remember the proper spelling? You're a freak.
He: Do you know how long I played Shadowrun for?
Me: Longer than I've been having sex?
He: Probably. I started in highschool. 89? 90?
Me: Yeah, lost my virginity in like 93? 94?
He: Then played twice a week for like... 3 years.
Me: Hrm... you may have played more SR than I've had sex. This is disturbing.
He: Maybe.
Me: I wonder who had more fun.
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Unhealthy Obsessions
Why do I find myself attracted to Putin?
Is it his intense stare? His massive power?
Or simply the idea of screaming out, "Rape me like I'm Georgia!" in bed?
Monday, August 25, 2008
The Political Animal
I hit different places for my news fix. CNN to see what Americans think is going on in the world. BBC to find out what is going on in the world. Google news to lazily get a gathering of news from various sources.
So, I'm reading through some political commentaries when I see a headline of Rollins: Let the games begin.
And for a second I thought, how cool and progressive that Henry Rollins is getting the cred he deserves.
Oh wait... it's Ed Rollins. Jesus, he's still alive?
So, I'm reading through some political commentaries when I see a headline of Rollins: Let the games begin.
And for a second I thought, how cool and progressive that Henry Rollins is getting the cred he deserves.
Oh wait... it's Ed Rollins. Jesus, he's still alive?
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Science rocks my soul
Here's a really interesting article from the NY Times by John Tierney.
Deep Down, We Can't Even Fool Ourselves
Deep Down, We Can't Even Fool Ourselves
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Not a post about turning 30
I had planned to write some rambling thing about turning 30 today. But instead, I'll sum up and get to what is really on my mind.
30: Been looking forward to this. Yay! I'm 30. Guess what, I'm still me. And if you're one of those twits who thinks I should feel bad about this milestone... then maybe you should start looking at yourself and figure out why you think youth is an end point, not part of the journey.
Now, on to the madness.
My mother calls me today. The traditional 8:15 wish me a Happy Birthday call. And... about 2 minutes into it she says she has some bad news. I think... cancer. She has cancer. She is dying. No, not tragic enough. My nephew... the youngest one... yes... he is dying. Some wilting disease. Right?
Newp. My sister is getting a divorce. Instead of going into detail on that and airing the dirty laundry of a woman few of you know... I'll get to the point. In the conversation that follows, as my mother tells me more and more of the recent events that led up to someone actually uttering the word divorce, I find myself going through all the damn enabling behavior of my sister. Just like the enabling behavior of my mother. All fueled by fear.
And of course, I get angry. I do my thing where I just go over and over in my head how people can be so stupid. I once again mentally tear into my sister, my mother, and a couple of my friends. Why would they put up with that? Why would you stay in a situation where you obviously weren't happy? Why would you go along with something you just didn't agree with? On and on... and other than my brain... only the beau really has ever heard how bad it can get. How truly cutting, judgmental, and harsh I am of other people. And the people I care about get it the worst.
But then, he understands why I need to do it.
Sometimes, I feel bad about this little cycle of mine. Where I pick apart every flaw of a human being, connect the dots and ask, "Why? Why the fuck would you do this?" Just a few nights ago, in fact, after totally dissecting the unhealthy behavior of a friend I growled and threw my hands up and asked once again why I bothered.
He just calmly started to bring up a few points to remind me that people, are in fact, human. And not all mistakes are about willful stupidity.
I sighed. "I'm an ass. I go off. I know I do. But it just makes me so angry. But I shouldn't. We're all dealing with our own demons."
He just smiled. "It's okay."
"Why is it okay that I'm a judgmental bitch?"
"Because, you're like that with everyone. You're worst on yourself. And you remember to forgive them all just as quickly as you damn them."
So, as I listened to my mother go on and on, wanting to strangle her and my sister for being emotionally masochists, that little twinge of guilt wasn't there.
We do really deserve to be strangled for our faults.
We also deserve to be forgiven when we work to change them.
30: Been looking forward to this. Yay! I'm 30. Guess what, I'm still me. And if you're one of those twits who thinks I should feel bad about this milestone... then maybe you should start looking at yourself and figure out why you think youth is an end point, not part of the journey.
Now, on to the madness.
My mother calls me today. The traditional 8:15 wish me a Happy Birthday call. And... about 2 minutes into it she says she has some bad news. I think... cancer. She has cancer. She is dying. No, not tragic enough. My nephew... the youngest one... yes... he is dying. Some wilting disease. Right?
Newp. My sister is getting a divorce. Instead of going into detail on that and airing the dirty laundry of a woman few of you know... I'll get to the point. In the conversation that follows, as my mother tells me more and more of the recent events that led up to someone actually uttering the word divorce, I find myself going through all the damn enabling behavior of my sister. Just like the enabling behavior of my mother. All fueled by fear.
And of course, I get angry. I do my thing where I just go over and over in my head how people can be so stupid. I once again mentally tear into my sister, my mother, and a couple of my friends. Why would they put up with that? Why would you stay in a situation where you obviously weren't happy? Why would you go along with something you just didn't agree with? On and on... and other than my brain... only the beau really has ever heard how bad it can get. How truly cutting, judgmental, and harsh I am of other people. And the people I care about get it the worst.
But then, he understands why I need to do it.
Sometimes, I feel bad about this little cycle of mine. Where I pick apart every flaw of a human being, connect the dots and ask, "Why? Why the fuck would you do this?" Just a few nights ago, in fact, after totally dissecting the unhealthy behavior of a friend I growled and threw my hands up and asked once again why I bothered.
He just calmly started to bring up a few points to remind me that people, are in fact, human. And not all mistakes are about willful stupidity.
I sighed. "I'm an ass. I go off. I know I do. But it just makes me so angry. But I shouldn't. We're all dealing with our own demons."
He just smiled. "It's okay."
"Why is it okay that I'm a judgmental bitch?"
"Because, you're like that with everyone. You're worst on yourself. And you remember to forgive them all just as quickly as you damn them."
So, as I listened to my mother go on and on, wanting to strangle her and my sister for being emotionally masochists, that little twinge of guilt wasn't there.
We do really deserve to be strangled for our faults.
We also deserve to be forgiven when we work to change them.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Political Commentary
Not that I'm really behind anyone on the political playing field at the moment, but... this, I had to share. Full credit to Slaus and co at Oh Hell Nawl!
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
