|Automatic Update to 3.1||September 25, 2013, 11:00 am|
|Yeah so now I'm 31 or whatever. Go me :P|
|Born of my imagination||September 15, 2013, 3:42 pm|
This is something born out of my dark imagination. I thought I'd put it here to see what you folks think of it. You may like it, or you may not.
The things you did were terrible, awful beyond words. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of innocent lives were extinguished. No, more - billions. Because of your
foolishness and lust for power a war was started. A worldwide war. Within three years the war escalated and a nuclear exchange occured. A decision was made - one of the worst
you ever made, certainly. You were a horrible person in general: murderer, liar, adulterer, thief, cold-hearted and ruthless. Without conscience. Evil, despicable person.
You, the powerful world leader, decided to push the button.
Unfortunately, you, along with nearly every one else, was killed.
In order to atone for all the innocent lives you have taken, in addition of course to your other sins, your penalty, your punishment will be simply to float within this void.
This dark, cold, freezing void. Notice you can't see or hear anything. Notice you are totally alone. Well... not totally.
This is where it gets interesting.
You are unable to move. Coming from two directions - backwards, and forward, there are two steel cubes. These cubes are now thousands, upon thousands of light
years off. But they're not moving at the speed of light. Much, much slower. Only about 250,000 miles an hour. But rest assured, someday, in the distant eons to come, they will
come together, and with frightening force. These steel cubes are 200 feet high and across, and they weigh several tons each. Yes, when they come together, you will certainly
feel something. When you're smashed, it might be a year or five hundred years before they come back apart, to leave at maddeningly slow speeds, back to where they came from.
Centuries, millenia, epochs will pass. Then the cycle will repeat itself, for every innocent life you took, for all the sins you committed. You will want to die, of course.
But you ARE dead. You cannot die again. Spiritually you are dead - even God Himself has forgotten you. Physically, you will be smashed to pieces over and over. But you cannot
This is not your idea of Hell - but it still is.
Welcome. There is plenty of time to repent, and grieve. Or, of course, curse God for what He's done. Not that it will do any good, of course. And never mind that this is of
It's going to be a while.
|Happy birthday to me||September 25, 2012, 11:56 am|
|Yep yep. 30 years of existence on this planet. Feel free to voice your congratulations and/or condolences.|
|Not that anyone cares...||April 15, 2012, 11:27 am|
|...but tomorrow night I'll be going to Knoxville, Tennesee with my brother to go see Ghost, Mastodon and Opeth. Should be pretty damn good - I've read a few reviews of this particular tour (the Heritage-Hunter Tour) and they've all been pretty positive.|
|Yay hooray||January 17, 2012, 5:49 pm|
|Fucking yes! My brother and myself are going to go see Tool at the Bojangles Coliseum on February 4th down in Charlotte, NC. I cannot wait because a. Tool is one of my favorite bands of all time and b. I've been waiting a looooong time to see Tool live. My brother is more stoked than I am; it's all he can talk about :D|
|Happee brithday lawl||September 25, 2011, 12:58 pm|
|Yeah, so as of today I'm 29 years old. I'll have to break out the walker and start going to bed at 8:30 before too long ;)|
|Gettin' a little tipsy :)||August 9, 2011, 1:47 am|
Me and my brother were trading stories yesterday about getting tipsy, tore up, drunk, whatever you'd call it. He recounted a time when he was new to drinking and had went to a party. He was 21 at the time. He told me he got pretty smashed. He said he woke up the next morning with no memory of what he did, but that his pants "felt heavy" upon awakening (he passed out drunk at the site of the party). Apparently he'd pissed all over himself. I couldn't help but laugh myself.
As for myself, there was the time when I was 24 and had a little too much alky hol in my system. According to my buddies who were there when it happened (we were at a friend's house getting stoned and/or drunk), I walked into my friend's bedroom where his computer was, took my dick out, and preceded to piss all over his computer's tower. Needless to say I did not remember this incident and had to be told about it the next day. Suprisingly, my friend wasn't too angry; he said most of the piss went into the floor and that it barely touched his computer tower. I was relieved, but I was also disgusted with myself for having got that shitfaced. I recall also breaking down and laughing my ass off when I was told about said incident the next day ;)
Any similar stories to tell?
|I hate being tall||July 19, 2011, 1:31 pm|
Yes, being tall has its advantages. Of course for every advantage, there's a disadvantage. See over people's head - people staring at you. Easy to intimidate others - easy to trip over your own legs.
For those who don't know, I'm quite tall. I come from a very tall family. I'm 6'6" and a half bare footed, for fuck's sake. I have two brothers and they too are both well over six feet tall. Of course, I have to put up with the usual stuff lots of tall folks are subject to - "hey, I can't reach that top shelf, I lack the motivation to reach out my arms and hands just a little farther, can you blah blah blah". I have a hard time finding clothes that will fit me, not because I'm so big so much as I'm just fucking tall. People who don't know me automatically give me the evil eye when they first see me because evidently I'm so intimidating. Not really. Finding shoes my size - size 19 - is a colossal pain in the ass.
The reason for this particular rant is because a friend of mine and myself were having a discussion on the subject yesterday. He's not exactly tall, being like 5'7" and a half with shoes on. He kept saying he'd "like to be my size or taller." I assured him he was fine where he was. He kept saying it must so cool to be my height. I once again assured him it was more a pain in the ass than anything, and that once he was this tall, he'd probably like to shrink down back to his normal size. Then he started in with the basketball player thing, which is annoying. When you're this tall, people have this thing where they look at you and go "Hey! I bet you're a good basketball player!" Not necessarily. I've never been the most coordinated person, and my interest in basketball has faded over the last few years.
If I could, I'd shrink back down to 6'2" or so - tall, but not ridiculously so.
What about the rest of you tall people? What do you think of being your height? Would you change it if you could?
|Getting pissed off||May 4, 2011, 3:21 pm|
Today, for whatever reason, my internet connection has been veeeeerrrrrry slow. Try going to Google.com and you have to sit and wait five fucking minutes for the page to show up. Search for something and you have to repeat the process. Highly irritating of course and it just gets worse.
Behold: Error 324 (net::ERR_EMPTY_RESPONSE): The server closed the connection without sending any data. I got that after I tried going to YouTube.
If someone could help me out on this, I'd be much obliged.