Sharessa

...but this one has an awesome soundtrack:

http://www.ericblumrich.com/sp.html

<Danarchy> fucking CD store
<Danarchy> they only had 2 good CDs in their used section
<Danarchy> 1 was a Depeche Mode single of some song I never heard
<Danarchy> the other was an album by the Legendary Pink Dots that I know nothing about
<Danarchy> then there were a few good albums in the new CDs
<Danarchy> but they were all fucking $20
<Danarchy> then worst of all
<Danarchy> they now have Hard Rock and Punk sections
<Danarchy> yeah, that's great
<Danarchy> lets further genresize everything so its even MORE confusing to find the band you want
<Danarchy> grrr
<Danarchy> this is why I should never leave my house
<Danarchy> it always manages to piss me off
* Danarchy is listening to Legendary Pink Dots - I Love You in Your Tragic Beauty

http://www.epsilonminus.com/darquedungeon/

A parody of this:

http://www.chick.com/reading/tracts/0046/0046_01.asp?repeatfrom3yearsago

I thought there couldn't be anything funnier than Chick tracts. I was wrong.

The First Day

So, I just got back from PAX. This was my first con ever, so it was a pretty big thing. It's weird, because all of my friends are big con goers, and they (and everyone else I met) were amazed that I was a first timer. Hotel arrangement was a bit spotty. I was originally supposed to just stay with some of my friends in one place while my other two friends (husband and wife) stayed in another. Then my other friend's girlfriend decided she was going to stay the night and arrangements got weird. I agreed to move over to the other hotel, and really it worked out a lot better because not only was that room a lot better, but the hotel was RIGHT ACROSS THE FUCKING STREET from the main convention and had two of the panel rooms downstairs. It cost me $200 for my share, but I guess it was worth it. Oh, and the other hotel was about 12 blocks away and had tiny rooms.

Friday I pretty much spent in confusion, not knowing what the fuck to do. I tried to get in to see Wil Wheaton' panel, but the line was already full up half an hour before it started. I did walk past him in the lobby, though, and he is a very small man. My friend, his friend, and myself instead went into the panel next door, where the Retronauts dissed everyone's favorite games. Basically, they just had people line up to list off their favorite games so they could tell them why the game was bad. It was pretty funny, actually. I was sad that there was only one guy on the panel who really knew computer games well enough to pick them apart, but I was also happy when people mentioned Planescape: Torment and Star Control 2. No one mentioned Doom, surprisingly, though many of the classic console games were mentioned.

Friday Night Concert

After that, I just followed the two of them around and ended up at the end of the day going to the concert at the Paramount that night. There were a bunch of bands there that I had heard of but never actually listened to. Video Game Orchestra (VGO) was pretty good, though (like 99% of video game cover musicians) they only did console games so I had to ask my friend what they were playing a couple of times. For instance, I didn't know that the song they opened up with was the Street Fighter II theme, and when my friend told me, I mentioned Guile's Theme Goes With Everything. He hadn't heard of it so I had to explain it. Right after that, guess what they segued into? I lol'd.

Anyway, MC Frontalot was next and he was actually pretty hilarious. Annoyingly, the sound mixing was terrible so I could only understand half of what he was saying. Guess I'll have to look him up on Youtube. Also, he played some clips from Friendship is Magic on his screen, so lol. After him was Metroid Metal, who rocked pretty hard with their wall of guitars, but not being a Metroid fan, I didn't recognise the tunes except Brinstar. They threw out some beach balls modded into metroids for the audience to bop around during their performace, which was pretty entertaining. Then the Minibosses came on but my ears were so fucked at that point that I couldn't tell if they were out of tune or my eardrums were indented. I didn't recognise any of their music, either any my friend was passed out. I spent most of the performance just staring that the ornate ceiling of the theater while I lay sprawled across two rows of seats.

Full Swing

The next day, I was left to my own devices when my friends all wanted to see the create-a-comic panel and I wanted to see the Dead Gentlemen instead. I'm a bit sad I missed that panel, because apparently the resulting comic was of Gabe's wife suddenly turning into Derpy Hooves after he warns her not to accidentally sleep with guys cosplaying as him. I hope this gets uploaded. Yogscast was also streaming into a panel from the UK, so I was pretty much torn 3 ways. Anyway, the Dead Gentlemen panel was pretty hilarious. They showed Journeyquest then had a Q&A. All the guys (and ladies) were pretty cool and hilarious people. They made Dorkness Rising and Journeyquest without any kind of real profit and all work normal 9 to 5 jobs, so I'm really grateful that they even bothered making these movies at all. I ended up getting a signed copy of Journeyquest at the end, so that was fun.

The Exhibition Halls

Anyway, by myself, I wandered the con for most of the day. Honestly, I had little interest in the main exhibition hall. It was loud, packed full, and pretty much consisted of booths for generic big name games with half-hour (at the very best) lines to get maybe 5-10 minutes of play and honestly it just didn't seem worth it. The worst was the KotOR MMO, which had (from what I heard) a 2-hour line, which is hilarious because I have a friend in the beta and I've seen plenty of gameplay already. Skyrim looked interesting, but not long-ass line interesting. I only had a morbid curiosity in Rage. The one interesting booth there was the EvE Online booth where they were selling some awesome minis of the ships and having discussions about both EvE and their new console game that's tied in with it, which looks....interesting. Honestly, my interest was piqued enough that I may reactivate my account. Avoiding the exhibition hall was probably the reason I left the con with less swag than my friends, though. Apparently they were handing out free stuff while hidden away in all the crowds of people there. Oh well, lesson learned for the next con, then.

I did buy some trinkets, though. I got a hand full of TF2 buttons for $5 and then a bunch of gimmick dice from one of several dice vendors. Namely, I got a d16, a d24, a random weather generator die, d10s with 100, 1,000, and 10,000 slots increments, and a couple d10s with the numbers spelled out in German.

As opposed to the main exhibition hall, the smaller upper exhibition hall was much more interesting. For one, it had a lot more vendors selling stuff. I was tempted to buy a board game but never got around to it. There were some pretty good deals there, like Arkham Horror and its large expansions for $40 each, the small expansions for $20 each, and Twilight Imperium for $70 (it's normally a $100+ game). I was mostly interested in this Civilization game, but didn't know anything about it so I just held on to my money. Also, that floor had all the indie game on it, of which there were some interesting ones. There was one called Chasing Aurora which is in very early development. They had multiplayer working, which basically amounted to a big game of flag tag with origami birds. It was cooler looking than it sounds. Allegedly there is going to be single player and more multiplayer modes, but it was fun as it was. There was also A Flipping Good Time, some game that was trying hard to be Portal with a glove pulling blocks around instead of a gun shooting portals (it was pretty fun though), and some game claiming to be a bullet-hell game in reverse but actually being a guitar hero clone in disguise.

Oh, and there was the Mojang booth. The latest unreleased build of Minecraft was there. It has skill points (dunno what they do) and some crazy fucking mobs that look like nighmares and will teleport to you full of death and vengeance. There also appeared to be new items. I was a bit more interested in another game they were demoing there called Cobalt. It was basically a platformer where you could pick up items to use them to solve puzzles. It also involved clinging on to walls and punching rockets. Let's just say it's pretty damn fun. Oh, and Notch. I ended up running into him about 6 times the whole weekend. He even showed up unexpectedly at then end of a panel I sat in on.

Grown Men Playing D&D And Other Nonsense

After that, I went back to the Paramount where I saw the Acquisitions, Inc. show. This was probably the highlight of the whole trip. I have been following their podcasts since they started and pretty much half the reason I came to the con was because of this. It was pretty epic because everyone in the group was dressed as their characters, and they had an epic miniature set (as Gabe said "we have way too much fucking money"). Tycho came on wielding a his weapon/holy symbol, Scott smashed through a wall in an epic dynamic entry, Wil showed up on stage drowning in a vat of acid (how his character died two sessions ago), Gabe was...well, Jim Motherfucking Darkmagic, and Chris Perkins was dressed as the Mad Hatter. They also had Paul & Storm as their bards, who had songs for their critical hits and misses among other things. After hearing it on the podcast so many times, it was great actually getting to watch it in person just to see the expressions on their faces as they rolled terribly and gaped at the incredulousness of their supposed teammates. Speaking of which, Jim Darkmagic is a huge fucking dick. :P Hopefully (and probably) this will get uploaded as well.

A friend of mine bought the new Penny Arcade board game and it was pretty fun. If anyone has played Ascension, it's a lot like that, except you end up saying stuff like "I'll grab another Scrotuum, they work best in pairs" and "anyone want to reveal their Wieners?". They had special cards for the game that were PAX exclusives that my friend snagged too, so that's cool.

Expo Wrap-Up

At the end of the night, it was concert time at the Paramount again and this time it was Paul & Storm and Jonathon Coulton. Paul & Storm were actually fucking hilarious. They were really more of a comedy act than a band and did a LOT of fucking around. At one point they brought out just about every musician there (JoCo, MC Frontalot and his band, the string quartet and guitarist from VGO, half of the Minibosses, and a few others) to play an epic song about vaginas. When they found out they still had 15 minutes left at the end, they ended up dragging out their last song for that long and blaming the audience for it. JoCo was okay, but he was about as interesting as you'd expect. I'm not that big of a fan of his, so the only songs I recognized were Still Alive, Want You Gone, Skullcrusher Mountain and re: Your Brains. He also played a bunch of new stuff including one or two first time songs he revealed for us at PAX.

Sunday was just a lot more of the same. Panels, games, walking around, Notch. I played some Monopoly-style game for the Wii that used Mario and Dragonquest characters. It was fun, but I can't remember its name. Ate at the Cheesecake factory across the street. Finally went home and showed my friends the horribleness of the Pony Thread Simulators and Story Mark Crusaders on the way back. This post is taking way too long.

Cosplayers

Okay, what's left? Cosplay. PAX apparently isn't a big cosplay event, but there were some good ones. My friends, for example. My friend was a Techpriest and got a lot of complements from fans of 40k, and his wife had a really good Tali costume. So good that the people at the Mass Effect 3 booth let her cut in line a couple times and gave her a bunch of swag. Oh yeah, and she was being swarmed by guys ALL THE FUCKING TIME. So many pictures were taken of her that I think that I'm probably in the background of over a hundred pics now. Check everyone's PAX Prime 2011 pic folders for the guy in the flat cap looking bewildered behind Tali. Between Paul & Storm and JoCo, we were down on the floor of the theater and my friend and I were talking and we turned around and she literally had a whole semicircle of guys around her taking pictures. It was weird. Oh yeah, and the bus full of call girls that stopped her on the street to ask if she wanted to work for them. Now that is fucking creepy.

Oh wait, I was going to talk about other cosplayers, too. Aside from my friend, the only other 40k cosplayer was a guy with the most badass Black Templar outfit ever. There was also Gordon Freeman, who had a fold-out presentation and brochures for Black Mesa recruitment. There was a guy with a pretty awesome Link costume, a ton of TF2 characters (especially snipers, engineers, and spies), the Eleventh Doctor (with mop and fez) with Amy Pond, a gaint piece of bacon handing out bacon salt, Carl from ATHF, a bunch of Homestuck trolls, and some ponies (namely Twilight Sparkle, Fluttershy, and Vinyl Scratch/DJ P0N-3). Those were the most memorable. There were some professionally hired ones, as well. Everything from the ones dressed as zombies for some Kinect zombie game who looked bored and pissed off from at least when I first saw them at 2 on Friday to the pretty awesome colonial marines guarding the booth for some new Aliens game (Aliens: Colonial Marine, I think its called). I think the tank commanders they got for promoting World of Tanks were pretty spot-on. They looked like grizzled army vets, and it really worked. It helped that they brought their own tank, though.

Other Crap

There was also some awesome statues. I'll start with FireFall. There was a running joke at the con that the convention was called "FireFall Presents: PAX" because ads for it were fucking EVERYWHERE. They were even plastered all over the city. It was the first I had ever even heard of it, so maybe this was its big reveal or something. Anyway, they had an awesome animatronic doohicky outside of the main entrance for the main exhibition hall. There were big statues of basic male and female PC models standing on either side of this big drop pod or harvester thingy or something. It kept opening up and making these booming noises with its pistons like a giant thumper from Dune or something. The next coolest statue was the motherfucking life sized dragon Bethesda dragged along with them. It was really fucking impressive. Wizards of the Coast had big statues of both Drizzt and Jace. The new Bioshock game had some sort of critter coming out of its booth's wall. The new Jurassic Park game had a JP jeep parked next to it. Rage had a buggy in front of it. I think there was a Gears of War statue.

That's about it really. I think I have a case of Pax Pox, and a bit of sunburn (at a con? YER DOIN' IT WRONG!)

tl;dr I went to PAX. It was fun. Ask me questions if you want.

NOTE: This is taken from some picture/poetry I made last night. THe thing itself is too dumb to show, so I'm just posting this:

"This is how it ends?" he screams.

He sits in the corner covered in her blood. He can sense her death from across the room. Blood on the floor. Blood on the walls. A hand-shaped bloodstaisn surround him in his corner. Again he screams:

"This is how it ends?"

"When does it begin?" she replies.

He sits there, running through his mind. So now the fire burns, but to burn brightly and quick, or to smoulder for eternity? Where are these boundaries? Are they imposed and integrated into our minset? By us? By them? By whom? Or is this really our fate at all? A preset destination? A destiny that has already been chosen?

"I do not think that's how it is," she, Comfort, replies. "Maybe there is a chance. Perhaps we are not so helpless. There seems to be more to this."

He, Suicide, shakes his head.

"Amore," she assures. "Love. It's what guides us through this life."

"Morte," he replies. "Death. It's what ends this life. It's what brings a halt to love."

"Apocalypse," Suicide continues. "The big death. The end of everything. A complete destruction."

Comfort shakes her head. "Reincarnation. Nothing is truly destroyed. It will inevitably reform to create somethign new."

She goes on. "Destiny. A destiny we choose ourselves is what ultimately decides what we become."

He shakes his head. "Fate. It is a predetermined fate that leads us. We have no choice in the matter. This fate guides us to the final destruction."

"The chaos of destruction," he continues, frowning. "Everything is unstable and will ultimately be destroyed. The chaos of the universe gives an unsurity that your life may be cut short unexpectedly at any moment."

Comfort smiles and replies calmly, "the chaos of creation. Chaos is what created the universe. It is what created life. The chaos of the universe is constantly shaping new world, new life, new beauty."

The epiphany begins.

"And from destruction," he beigns.

"Comes creation," she finishes.

"But destruction takes hold inevitably."

"Thus is the cycle."

"Reincarnation," they say in unison.

Chaos in love.

She ascends then, like a holy rapture. Her beauty intensified and she grows, finaly encompassing everything. And then she becomes the Apocalypse, both terrible and beautiful. Terrible in it's destruction, but beautiful in it's promise of a new beginning.

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"What?" says the man standing nearby.

"Nevermind."

Which one is Fraggle?

And which one is Bill Gates?

Donald Fagen


Danarchy

That was before I knew anything about Steely Dan, so the pose is pure coincidence.

DOOM 3 RELEASE ANNOUNCED


(There, now that theres an obvious statement under it, it looks just like a political cartoon.)

After a lot of experience, I have been able to classify many types of depression. Here is a rudimentary outline:

Whiney Depression
This is a mild for of depression where you're not really THAT depressed, but you just have to whine about it. You become an attention whore, complaining to everyone how much your life SUUUCKS! No one will like you for this.

Moodyness
This is a mild but persistant depression. You're basicaly really bummed about everyhting. Kind of an opposite of Whiney Depression, you don't want to talk about it to anyone. If anyone ever asks you what's wrong, you simply reply "fuck off", or usualy something less because you don't feel like putting out the effort to communicate with anyone.

Loneliness (Depressed Mode)
This is where you just wish you could cuddle up with someone, but you have no one to love. The best way to deal with this by listening to some sad love music. Depeche Mode is my favorite, but Sister Machine Gun, The Smashing Pumpkins, and even Cake work for this. You can probably find something that suits you better, like The Cure or something. Usualy, this leads to Tearful Depression, but this will only last an hour or two, after which you'll actual feel a lot better.

Tearful Depression
This is when you feel so alone that you want to cry. Don't hold back because it just hurts. If you let it out, you'll feel a lot better in a short amount of time, after which a walk is reccomended.

Black Despair
This is Loneliness or Tearful Depression at an advanced state. You feel doomed that you'll never be with the one you love (usualy someone specific). Unlike Tearful Depression, it is impossible to hold it back. The only thing you can do is wait it out. Unfortunately, its not quite that easy. You end up crying yourself to sleep most of the time, then waking up in some other form of depression (usualy not quite as severe though).

Cold and Emotionless
Usualy stemming from some philosophical soul-searching with a conclusion that everything is pointless, this is when you have absolutely no emotion. Congratulations, you can now become a true Rivethead. If that wasnt what you were looking for, a good cure is to listen to some bleak music (Skinny Puppy being my favorite) or read some Johnny the Homicidal Maniac (Wobbly-Headed Bob especialy) comics. This helps you to know someone else shares a defeatist attitude with you. I suppose something like Fight Club would work as well. Just look for anything that is either industrial or defeatist.

Megalomania
This is an advanced stage of Cold and Emotionless where you think "the world sucks because it isn't like me...the only solution is to subjugate everyone and make them think like me. The same remedies as Cold and Emotionless apply, with the addition of listening to stuff like KMFDM and playing Civilization or similar games.

Nihilistic Depression
Another advanced stage of Cold and Emotionless and also related to Megalomania, this is when you rech the conclusion that the only way to end the world's suffering is to take it apart one step at a time. Do not act on anything that pops into your head, because you'll likely wind up dead or imprisoned. Though this doesnt sound too bad now, you'll probably regret it later. Instead, try the afforementioned methods under Cold and Emotionless and Megalomania.

Paranoid Depression
This is reached after certain bouts of Cold and Emotionless. You calculate in your mind that 2+2=4, and not 5 like the governemnt has been telling you all along. More likely than not, you've got it backwards but it doesnt matter to you. Until you finaly find that missing piece of evidence that completely invalidates your entire theory, you could go raving for hours. Unfortunately, modern politics are pretty scary as they are, so the best way to avoid this is to avoid political discussions entirely, and stay the Hell away from the internet.

Self-Destructive Depression
This is a pretty nasty yet suprisingly widespread form of depression. A great deal of people I have met with have this which results in someone frothing with passive-agressive behavior or sometimes full-out agression. More introverted people usualy resort to slicing their veins open or attempting to OD. This isn't really suicide, more of a cry for help.

Suicidal Depression
This is when Self-Destructive Depression gets serious. Instead of acting it out on others or acting it out dramaticaly, you just try to take the Great Plunge. Often times, you get flashes of those who love you in your head, which really snaps you out of it. If that doesn't happen, then luckily you'll screw up or something and wake up on the floor with bloody all over your arms.

The Great Collapse
For the first time in months, you finaly feel great, absolutely wonderful. Things are going swimmingly for you. You've been feeling stupendous all week. Then suddenly BAM! You're back in your depression and it's pretty bad. Unfortunately, I have no idea what triggers this and it's pretty hard to get out of. After all, you were just feeling awesome and this depression comes and gets a hold of you....real shitty. The best solution is to wait it out. This may be a sign of manic depression.



There might be more I'll add to this later, and some stuff I'll split etc. I could probably create much more categories from expereicne. Actualy, I had a lot of fun doing this. I might make a website out of this or something.

AHAHAHAHA...

Digging around on my hard drive, I found some lyrics I wrote a few years back when I was young, retarded, and very depressed. Because hate you all so very much, and mself almost as bad I decided to post these all here for fun and profit. I was initialy going to delete them, which would have been the sensible, sane, and merciful thing to do but the urgings of Ling crossed with my fickle and masochistic mind have converded to create my decision to make an ass out of myself. Enjoy:

Defective Perfection
Nothing makes you young,
Everything gives you cancer,
So you spend your lives,
Looking for an answer.

You try to survive,
On money, drugs, and lies,
But it just eats you up,
Hollows out your insides.

Your soul is weak,
And in need of repair,
You try to fix it,
It only fills with despair.

What are you gonna do?
Why did you do it?
Now you screwed it up,
You really blew it.

Welcome to defective perfection,
You got here alone,
No introspection.

Downer
You,
You are refreshing,
You,
You are unique,
You,
You’re like a firebird,
Burning out the hate from the meek.

But you can’t find yourself.
You think you’re alone.
You’re dissatisfied.
You can’t find a home.
Why…why…why?

You,
You are intellectual,
You,
You’re never bland,
You,
You are godlike,
On the backs of the fools you stand.

But you put yourself down.
Deep into your misery.
You’ve dug your own hole.
Can’t you see how this pains me?
No…no…no…

You,
You’re like a sunbeam,
You,
You’re a breath of fresh air,
You,
You are pristine.
Can’t you see I really care?

Why…

DAMN YOU!

Why can’t you tell,
You’re life isn’t Hell.
Why can’t you see,
You’re better off then me.
Why won’t you listen,
I’m gonna make this my mission.

Loneliness
Here I am,
In silent isolation,
Eating out my brain,
Going insane,
(I have become numb.)

I once had a life,
It seems so far away,
Like a distant dream,
Silently I scream,
(Get me out of here.)

Loneliness is now,
My only reality,
Darkness forever growing,
Hope never showing,
(Is this eternal?)

Now your voice,
Cuts through the void,
Giving me hope,
With bruised hands I grope,
(At this futile dream.)

lollerskates!

And me too, I guess.

Celebrating two decades of decadence.

Bow down!

Confucius say "he who hires prostitute in north Japan has Ainu sex".

Dear Die-ary,

Today, I asked the girl I love if she had the same feelings for me. The answer came back as a negative in the form of a 'just friends' statement. This just reinforces the fact that I suck at everything.

Sometimes I wonder about myself.

EDIT: Oh yeah, and:

Boo hoo, I'm such a goth. Look at me!

Decided to change my avatar. This was actualy part of a webpage I made for the fun of it, but I was never able to upload it due to the fact that Freewebs is retarded. They don't really have the equipment neccesary for uploding...webpages.

Hmm...I forgot that the thumbnails were 32x32, not 36x36. I might make a bigger version.

Gah,mixing peppermint schnapps and Jack Daniels then following it up with a WHite Russian is probably the stupidest thign I've ever done. I can barely see straight and it feels like my brain has a 10-lb weight on it. :(

And now mmy left arm is all numb. geh

Heh, so I tweaked the Firesomething plugin to make random industrial band names. I'm just having a gay old time with it. Here are some random ones:

Psychic Mindfuck
Audio-Machine
Electrowerk
Die Uber 23
Puppymacher
Das Technogeddon
Black Mind-Machine
VNV Upsect
Psychic Info 242
Electronic Machinetorturers
Cabaret Puppy 242
Throbbing Vivigrinder
Skinny Neuro Vogt
Puppyface
Collapsing Hau!
Clan of Neurofork
Cybertorture
Great Machinetorturers
Sonic Technomancer
Electronic Neurogeddon
Electric Ubertek
Das Thermofire
Der Pube 242
Electronic Robottek
Neural Neurodresser

Sadly, half of those sound like probable names.

Heh...I was looking through my writing notebook, and I found this. It's not really a poem seeing as its just a bunch of random thoughts, but I dont really know what else to call it. Bear with the complete lack of punctuation:
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alone sitting the bed the heat the pain the thought grey the sky the trees the sun aside inside a lair a sanctum a place of lonely fear abandoned lost away forgotten shut up self maintained isolation opposite objective masochistic view a firey thought degradation of a mind power lost and put aside blast a hole through joyful musings thoughts of the damned anyway sweltering heat menacing darkness sleep that doesn't come the smell the fear the hoplessness of it all a mind to long in thinking destroys the body's structure pain a thought of violence insanity despair the cut the blood the shredding flesh a wincing agony tired music pours from speakers the olfactary offended by life's decay too much thinking lost rambling brain seeking truths that cannot be right/wrong sane/insane good/evil deat/life existance the question life the universe everything god a god the gods godess godless restraint a snap realityreturning its stench brings painful memories and it begins again

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Thank You

Here are some things about me that probably certify me as a total dork.

- Labyrinth, Tron, and Yellow Submarine are three of my favorite movies of all time.

- I spend most of my creativity on my D&D campaign.

- I've been listening to Michael Jackson recently.

- I play World of Warcraft and I enjoy it.

- I buy CDs. Not only that, but I intend to buy pretty much every album I've downloaded that's on my HD right now, just because I hate not owning the actual album. I have well over 100 CDs right now, and intend to double that collection.

- I've turned down sex on principle on multiple occasions, though I'm still a virgin.

- I seriously have some kind of chivalric code that I follow. See above.

- Cooking and baking are a couple of my all-time favorite hobbies.

- I can recite random facts about nearly any subject, but I have no practical application for anything whatsoever.

Possibly more to come...

I am such a fucking retard. I have lost another friend. Soon the only people I will have left to talk to will be all the morons on the internet.

I feel like starting another megawad I'll probably never finish, but I can't decide which idea to go with.

Option 1
A re-imagining of Doom done in vanilla Ultimate Doom with no added textures either. I'd just make the levels big and more like what they are named after but just with my level of detail, not the uber-detail people have a hard-on for these days. No shareware restrictions either, so there would be lost souls and BFGs in episode 1.

Option 2
A fairly generic Skulltag single-player megawad. I have ideas for different level themes I could make in Doom (storage area, prison, gateway to Hell) and I could just run them together. There aren't very many single-player Skulltag wads so I think it would be cool.

Option 3
A combination of the two. Re-imagine the Doom 1 levels but in Doom 2 with all the Skulltag stuff.

So anyway, I can't decide which to do, so I'm letting you decide. YES, YOU! Vote today and recieve a free* car!! Offer is good while supplies last**!!!

* Offer only good in the Republic of Montenegro
** Supplies = 0

I figured I should mention to you guys that I started a music blog on tumblr. It's based off a thing I was doing on Facebook that people seemed to like. The concept is that every day I post a piece of music from a variety of genres and write up a paragraph or three on the history of the band or song or genre or whatever.

http://www.tumblr.com/blog/musicaldailydose

Anyway, I'm just posting this here in case anyone is interested in following it or bookmarking it.

I just counted all my change. I pretty much never carry change around with me so it just accumulates at home. So I tallied it all up and I've got:

2 Sacajuea dollars
a 50c piece
$5.00 in quarters
$4.80 in dimes
$2.75 in nickles
$1.84 in pennies
and $1.25 Canadian

That's a total of $16.89 in real money.

I need some of those coin rolls or something. :P

Anyway, I've also got a Lewis and Clark nickle, a nickle-plated penny, and a copper-plated quarter. I'm going to hold on to those along with the half-dollar and the dollar coins since they're all rare (except the plated money which I made myself).

I just remembered this story I made up one day off the top of my head when someone asked where deadnail was after an extended absense quite a while back. So I looked through the forums and found it rather quickly. I just thought I'd repost it for humor's sake.

It's amazing that I could have written all that shit off the top of my head like that. I must have traded my impulsiveness for wisdom or something. Anyway, it was mostly ripped off shit anyway, namely Lost Highway, the Broken video, Industrial 101 and some interview with Marilyn Manson in Rolling Stone. So without futher adieu, the story in it's entirity. Enjoy.

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A deadnail is something you hammer into a coffin. They were usualy nine inches long, like the nails that they used to crucify Jesus. So the answer is quite simple:

Marylin Manson, mistaking deadnail for Trent Reznor, picked him up on the side of the road drove to his Hollywood estate, snorted up some coke and tried to rape deady. Unfortunately, Manson began to freak out and started destroying all of his crappy white furniture. This awoke Twiggy Ramirez and Trent Reznor, who were sleeping together in the next room. They came out and were all 'What the Fuck, man?' Then Manson attacked them with a giant dildo he had laying around, but Trent did some kung-foo manuver upside Warner's skull, and knocked the bastard out. So Twiggy and Trent leave in Trent's van coated with NIN stickers, which cooincidentaly deady was hiding in.

They pull up to Nothing Studios at about midnight, and Charles Manson is trying to pry the door off the place. So Trent's all 'What the Fuck?'. Charlie responds with a bunch of gibberish, and attacks them with a rusty nail. Just then David Lynch steps out of the door, and beams Charlie on the back of the head with the script for Dune. Trent and Twiggy are all 'Thanks, man' and Lynch is all 'No prob, Bob'. Then Trent says 'But thats not my name'. 'Sorry Mike, but who the FUCK is that?' yells Lynch, pointing at deadnail. Twiggy rushes over and humps deady in the head, knocking the poor sod out.

deady awakes inside the building, strapped to the wall of Trent's love-room. Lynch, Twiggy, and Reznor are huddled in a circle discussing something. Lynch the says 'I gotta go recruit some failing actors for my next nonsensical film', and leaves. Trent then asks Twiggy to strap himself into this weird-looking machine in the center of the room. He does, and Trent gets behind the controls. At first, the machine starts poking Twiggy with all sorts of painful-looking instruments of torture, then it starts jerking him off. Then just as he reaches orgasm, the machine goes nuts and flays the sorry-ass muthafukka, ripping his penis off in the process. Unfortunately, he's still alive up to the point where the machine closes in around him and turns him into little Twiggy-Gibs. Trent begins laughing maniacaly...'Yes...this is what I do to all my lovers...first Tori, then Danny, now you...MUAHAHA'. Then he turns toward deadnail 'YOU! I have something special planned for you...'

Just then, the door is broken down by three angry-looking figures: David Bowie, Gary Numan, and Nivek Ogre. 'No, I'M NOT DONE YET!' screams Trent. 'You've been a bad boy' Yells Bowie. 'Your days of torturing people and ripping us off is over' says Numan. Ogre just walks over to deady. 'OGRE SMASH!!' he says, hitting deadnails chains with a hammer, breking them assunder. The three drag Reznor out, kicking and screaming. deadnail follows, stunned and watches as they throw him in the back of a white unmarked van with Warner (aka Manson). They drive off, leaving deady standing dazed in front of the studio.

Just then, he feels a tap on his shoulder. He turns just in time to see some hairy gent in an black shirt and jeans get into a car and drive off. At his feet lies a plain yellow envelope. He picks it up and pulls out a VHS tape. He brings it inside and watches it on one of the many TVs in the building. Its a video of Katarhyne being murdered...by deadnail himself! 'NOOO!' he screams. The next couple hours are all a blur, but in the end, deady is high-tailing it down an old highway with about twenty cops in pursiut.

Yeah, that explains it.

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The original context:
http://www.doomworld.com/vb/showthread.php?s=&threadid=5166

I've been cleaning my place the last couple days. I just found the watch that Assmaster gave me when we met. It has a magnifying glass and compass rose and everything. He gave it to me apologizing that the battery had run out after he bought it. I never did get that replaced. Think I'll do that now.

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