You could always post a dozen shitty music videos in a row. Or some shitty art. Or some disgusting transvestite. Y'know, stuff that really matters.

Let's talk about gingers

I haven't been feeling well, braw. You try'na make me hurl, bro?

Aw yeah, 6000 posts and it only took me 9 years to do it!

:puke

let's discuss gingers on the internet

why are they

I hid my Achilles' heel for 9 years. Huzzah!

When the freckles look like war paint, it's bad, but when they're really light and their hair is that sweet shade of red. Man, bonerific.

I remember being so grossed out by gingers when I was a kid that I refused to play tag or any other contact game with them.

The ginger guys still kind of weird me out though. Girls though, are very good stuff.

I mean, look at this dude.



I always hated him a lot more than clarissa did. Not that I ever watched that show.

What are you a nazi.

Granted - that's not a dozen, but I think that's enough if you're into that sort of thing.

I-MOCKERY CHAT: BONERS GOODBYE

and with that

So since I've been predominately stuck in bed for most of the week, I started writing random shit. This led to me writing a story. My friend wants to work with me to do an rpg based on the story. He's in school learning programming, plus he's an artist. My idea was to do it kind of old school with hand drawn backgrounds and also pixelated sprites resembling the jrpgs like Lunar, Vay, and Albert Odyssey that I loved back then. I'm only part way through the story, but another friend tells me that I should just make it a book. Both think the idea behind the story is pretty great and how I'm writing it is good. I've never written anything before, but it's pretty daunting. I may just write the basics down, then go in and add a bunch of the details if I decide to turn it into a novel.

I just spent over an hour working on my outside Halloween display shit and none of it works right, dammit.

Even the fog machine I bought doesn't work right. I had it all rigged up to float over a cemetery display with this big winged Grim Reaper flapping overhead, and all it did was loudly blow a big puff of wax-scented smoke into the neighbor's garage before going back into a hibernation repeat "cycle". The Grim Reaper is supposed to have flashing red eyes, howl, and flap his wings. Three brand new battery changes and an annoying-as-fuck screwed-in panel later, he does nothing. I figure it's probably wiring, but had to swap batteries a few times to be sure. Now, if I want to work on him and figure out what isn't connecting right, I have to cut him down from the precarious system of zip ties holding him perfectly in place.

Fuck.

I have to read a 26 page paper on plagiarism by tomorrow, because we're getting quizzed on it

What the fuck

I want kitsa as my mom. My mom always remarked that the neighbor's halloween decorations were devilish and complained to other religious neighbors about them. I still got to go out and get candy at least.

And did they just give you the paper today? Because that sounds like a lot of work for one night.

dammit I'm only 34 :(

"PLAGIARISM IS BAD"

FULL CREDIT

College :rolleyes

You're a mom though.

Fun fact - Kitsa could be my daughter. :olderthandirt

i have to work in a group in one of my game design classes, and one of the kids in it says he's "mostly a designer and artist, but can program too". today i looked at his portfolio and he draws like chris-chan and his flash programming is on par with pope lazer-tron.

I went to an art show where a woman arranged wood chips in piles on pedestals in a manner that apparently meant something to her. They were called things like "sorrow", "spirit of the mountains", that sort of thing. I mean, really woodchips, not driftwood sculptures or anything.

She told me that it was "something called" ephemeral art. It kind of looked like piles of mulch. But then, I make dumb shit out of food, so who am I to judge.