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It's fine :) Edit
No need to worry about it, Nem. I suppose it was only fair retribution considering that I lashed out at you earlier for... something so silly. Coincidentally, I talked about that phobia of mine with my sister today, and I suppose it's... not as bad as I make it out to be. I only make it seem so bad because it triggers me into those nasty panics. But anyway I'm going way off topic here, so apology accepted ^_^02:13, January 3, 2014 (UTC)
You're both bad and you should both feel bad. Unlike me. I'm fuckin' perfect. Sizzle.13:57, January 3, 2014 (UTC)
Sorry, I was gonna stay up and draw but then I couldn't find my pencil and I went to bed instead. I probably won't be on tonight either because I'm a fucking stupid moron who agreed to work tomorrow from 9.30 to 6 despite it being my day off. Fuck my life. Point being I can't afford to sleep in so I'm going to bed early. -- ∙ ∙ 01:33, January 10, 2014 (UTC)
But we had such a lovely conversation about people getting butthurt about things, especially religion (also my crazy uncle). You would've loved it13:31, January 10, 2014 (UTC)
Dude we were just talking about this earlier lol 14:49, January 10, 2014 (UTC)
So all I have to do is become a lit teacher, and convince all my students that HP Lovecraft wanted them all to buy me a Lambourghini! It's just dumb enough to work! Also, I enjoy how the story was based at UNL, which is only about an hour away from where I live haha16:16, January 10, 2014 (UTC)
Super Saiyan Wiseau Edit
YEW TEARIN ME APAHT FREEZJA 02:57, January 13, 2014 (UTC)
BYE BYE DOGGY Edit
Finally, we can know how Tommy Wiseau creates his masterpieces! 17:34, January 20, 2014 (UTC)
So about half an hour after I left Skype and switched off my computer last night I remembered what I wanted to talk to you about. I've been playing some more Arkham Origins and I just got up to the part where you meet the Joker for the first time. And to be honest I'm kind of disappointed. I know that you can't have a Batman game without the Joker but at the same time here they were finally giving another villain a chance in the spotlight and then they go and ruin it by making Black Mask essentially a puppet for the Joker the whole time. Black Mask was so awesome and I was looking forward to seeing more of him but then Joker goes and kidnaps him and takes over his organisation.
And I don't know about you but for some reason despite really, really liking the Joker in the other two games, in this one he's already coming across as annoying. I don't know if it's his new voice actor or the way they slightly changed his design or whatever, but something's off about him. In other news the Elder Scrolls Online voice cast has been announced. Take a look at who they have lined up: John Cleese, Billy Nighy, Kate Beckinsale, Alfred Molina, Lynda Carter (she played Wonder Woman in the 70s), Michael Gambon (Dumbledore) and Malcolm McDowell. They also have a bunch of lesser stars like Kevin Michael Richardson, Jim Ward, Peter Stormare and Jennifer Hale.
Point being why the fuck are they spending so much money and effort getting awesome voice actors for an ONLINE Elder Scrolls? I mean in Oblivion, other than Patrick Stewart who had about five minutes screen time, the only other awesome voice actor was Sean Bean. -- ∙ ∙ 22:56, January 23, 2014 (UTC)
Efil ym si woh Edit
My days are pretty good. You already know I'm married, I'm just working to give my wife and I a good life. Yesterday she bought a parakeet. One of those little budgies. We named him Susano-O after the Storm God of japanese myth, although I doubt he'll be slaying eight headed snakes anytime soon.
I'm just counting down the days until the release of Castlevania: Lords of Shadow 2. I just want to see the promised Dracula vs. Satan fight that the game is setting up for. I know you fought Satan in the last game, too, but he wasn't at fulll power there and you were still a human at the time.
Dumb logic in video games. Edit
Sorry to hear about that. But it's good that you got out when you did. There's a lot of people stupid enough to stay in a one sided relationship like that, and a lot of jerks and bitches willing to actually put them in that scenario. By the way, you say we don't talk much, but if you're down for it, I got a topic I wouldn't mind chatting about. Dumb ideas in video games. Found one today when Laura (My wife's name) dared me to play Aliens Colonial Marines. I'm at this one point where you have to avoid these xenomorphs that are blind, and detect movement instead. It makes for a surprisingly tense moment of the game, but here's the problem. They are specifically blind members of the xenomorphs. You know, those alien creatures that don't have eyes?!
Toys R MeEdit
I'm leaving this here because you're too busy watching Billy Madison at the moment -- ∙ ∙ 11:01, February 5, 2014 (UTC)
I won't be online tonight. The only nights I'll be on are gonna be Friday and Saturday from now on probably. I gotta get up early to go to school because it takes like two fucking hours so I can't afford to sleep in. Also the DBZ Kai music is better than the Brett Falcouner music. If you disagree then you can suck me off at the next station. White devil. -- ∙ ∙ 01:36, February 9, 2014 (UTC)
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Jam on the Big Bridge 14:34, March 7, 2014 (UTC)
James Franco understands life Edit
http://www.avclub.com/article/james-franco-will-direct-a-movie-about-the-making-107617 14:32, February 10, 2014 (UTC)
Willem Dafoe was the original choice for the Joker before Jack Nicholson in the 1989 Batman movie. I loved Nicholson's performance but frankly could you imagine how epic Dafoe would have been as the Joker? If they make another Batman movie with Ben Affleck (which they probably will) they should totally cast him. Just look at it. -- ∙ ∙ 04:16, February 22, 2014 (UTC)
Dude, what the fuck? Edit
I wake up this morning to find out you unbanned that troll from earlier and didn't even ask me about it? I reinstated the ban, because I'm seriously sick of this shit. I've been duking it out with Lily for 3 months now, and I REALLY don't want her coming back.
Sorry, I'm just not in the mood for another one of her attacks. I already tried diplomacy with her and got spat in the face for it. She's also attacked the FF wiki, so I'm really not seeing any hope for her. She's already had her second chance. Hell, with all the IPs she's been using to attack us, she's had like, 7 second chances.
Sorry about snapping, it's just I'm in a really stressed out mood about this. Not that it'd matter, really...If what Some Color Mage taught me is true, I just blocked any potential IPs she could use anyway...Just next time you think about unbanning a troll, please ask me about it first. 13:57, February 27, 2014 (UTC)
Sometimes even a mere trickle of sorrow can burst into a waterfall of utter disappointment when supplied with enough of the poison I seem to spend so much of my hard earned money on. And for what, really? It's enjoyable for a while but ultimately fruitless once I come down from the drug of alcohol. Despite what I tell myself, I must admit I'm a rather multi-faceted creature. When I'm sober I'm about as much fun as a dead mule. When I'm tipsy I'm able to at least attempt to be myself around other people. And when I'm drunk I believe we're all having fun. But it would seem that we aren't all having fun. I had the biting feeling that I was a nuisance, an inconvenience to the people whom I consider friends. As if by some cruel irony, my state of having fun was precisely what was ruining the fun of everyone else. Perhaps they would have preferred me if I were the aforementioned dead mule, I wondered. And I wondered more, and more, until I truly did revert into that depressed, introverted fool I'd always been deep down. Except, of course, I was still drunk, so on top of being visibly distressed for reasons I couldn't adequately articulate (much to the concern of my companions, whom I feared by that point had tired of me), my feelings of sorrow were also exacerbated.
Now I'll stop talking to myself and merely tell you why I was in such a state of cynicism last night. I was looking forward to Saturday night more than I can properly explain at this moment. As in, it eclipsed my week, this promise of a night which had the potential of being like no other. I couldn't think about anything but Saturday night the entire week. I even got there an hour early, though in hindsight I don't really know what the point of that was. I had invited about fifteen good friends whom I hadn't seen in forever, and of that fifteen, twelve of them had agreed to come. But then shortly before the commencement of the evening, the excuses came. And that fifteen was whittled down to five. Five friends came. Five friends whom I see regularly and whom I drink with regularly. So ultimately this special night lost everything "special" about it. As you can imagine, the woman whom I was waiting to see didn't show up. Her excuse was reasonable - she had no money. She promised she would come out next time (assuming there is a next time). Her absence in itself was a massive blow of disappointment, but I still told myself I would enjoy the night regardless. But slowly over the hour, the guest list started dropping like flies. The thing that bothered me wasn't that they wanted to come out that night. It was that they felt it necessary to make excuses. If they didn't want to be there they could have just told me outright that they would prefer to stay home.
Regardless I remained steadfast. I thought oh well, I can have fun without them. And I suppose I did have a fair amount of fun in the beginning. After a few beers I forgot about the disappointment. After a few more I was enjoying myself. Then, although I was quite comfortable right there, a friend of mine pointed out a Bowie-inspired cocktail on the menu - the Ziggy Stardust. Naturally I had to have it. But that cocktail pushed me over the edge of tipsy and into the realm of inebriation. I still hadn't hit the wall yet; I was still having fun. But then something twigged in me. For some reason, all that disappointment I'd been holding back broke through the wall of my mind and flooded my soul in waves of despair. And then I became a real downer. See, when I get drunk, there are two stages. There's the up - when I'm really happy and I have fun no matter what I'm doing. And then there's the down - after I've exhausted all my energy having fun, I settle down and my thoughts move in for the kill. I became quiet, unresponsive and I exuded an air of depression. When the night was over, and over quicker than I'd hoped might I add, my friends seemed disappointed in me. As if I had gone too far, made too much of a fool of myself. As if they hadn't enjoyed my company and they hadn't enjoyed the night. This special night ended up being an elaborate effort by the universe to remind me that I deserve nothing but grief and loneliness. And that's really all I had at the end of the day.
Now, naturally, the alcohol fuelled those cynical sentiments. Although the plan was to go out into the city until the early morning, everyone seemed more content on just going home. I wandered off towards home with two of my friends who were going the same way, who both attempted to cheer me up along the way. But really I didn't want to be cheered up. It wasn't even 10pm by the time I got home. And all I'd accomplished that night was to make a drunken fool of myself and push my closest friends further away from me. Perhaps I subconsciously do this to myself. Perhaps I know myself well enough to know that I don't deserve friends and lovers. But then I wonder, why does everyone else deserve those things? Why do I have to struggle so fucking hard to have those things that others take for granted? Am I not good enough to be loved or respected? Is there really something that wrong with me that by having fun I ruin everyone else's evening? I don't even know who's at fault here, really. All I know is that I'm cripplingly lonely and I don't know why. - RK