Hurrican't Sandy

I usually pride myself on being on the up n' up, but I literally didn't hear about Sandy until the day before it hit. I won't lie, at first I was psyched for some "Day After Tomorrow" shit, but, as is normal, I was let down. There were some cool pictures;

I almost shit a brick when I saw this.

But for the most part, it was rather lackluster.
Oh, and then there was that horse mask guy.
Now that was awesome.

I aspire to do something this stupid one day.

Seriously, internet...

I love Joseph Kony.
I love Amanda Todd.
I love Adalia Rose.
And it's not because I care about them, because I really don't. All are tragic stories in their own right, sure,

but that's the world for you. It's not a pretty place. In fact, there's so much bull shit going on that I dare say their tragedies pale in comparison to others. I won't lie; I really don't care.

Is that mean? Probably.
Does it make me a bad person? Depends on who you ask, though I think most internet denizens will tell you I am (Didn't I warn you about this in my first post, bio, etc.?). 

But, I'm honest.
That makes me better than these whores on YouTube on Facebook who wallow in these causes for money and attention. It made me sick to see these talentless hack "vloggers" generate thousands of dollars in ad revenue because they made a made a one minute video feigning sympathy for Amanda Todd and her story because they knew it would make money. I wretched when I saw people liking pictures of Adalia Rose, saying she was "adorable" and "cute" when they would recoil in abject terror upon seeing her in real life. I seethed when I saw people "like" everything and anything shat out by Invisible Children, thinking liking those statuses made them good people who make a legitimate change in the world.

What about the other handful of people on earth who suffer from progeria? Are they as "adorable" as Adalia Rose? Or what about the ugly guy who commits suicide because he was bullied? Does he not deserve the same amount of attention as Amanda Todd? What about actual humanitarian crises around the globe that aren't exaggerated and exploited to make money for rich Americans? Shouldn't we be spreading awareness about that rather than dumping money into the pocket of  a manipulative little shit who will spend the "donations" on hookers and blow?

Seriously, internet. 

What am I getting at with this? I have no idea. I just need to rant after seeing all this bullshit about Amanda Todd. It's just... ugh, INTERNET.
YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A ANYUERISM.

PewDiePie isn't funny

Hey, all none of you who watch this blog with bated breath for my next incredibly well thought out and intelligent posts/rants! Remember how I said I had something big planned?
Well, this isn't it. It was originally part of it, but I decided it was best kept succint and isolated.
Besides, I've been addicted to Pokemon White 2 like a junkie (14 hours logged the day I got it, for instance), so I haven't had time for much else.

That aside, you know who I really hate?
Pewdiepie.
I saw this video and instantly remembered why.
And then I was like, "I was going to write a big, long article filled with impressive vocabulary and silly captions, but this basically says it better than I ever could. And it's actually funny."
So yeah, here it is; "Adults React to Pewdiepie".
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFbVKL-Meo0&feature=plcp
Not only does it showcase Pewdiepie in his natural habitat (Read: screaming incoherently about rape) at literally it's most unrefined and pure form, but its also a parody of those awful Fine Bros. "Teens React To -insert trending video here-"
Because a bunch of high schoolers gawking at bronies and acting awkward is totally HILARIOUS and not something I saw in high school every day. And it's basically the internet equivalent of "Kids say the Darndest things". Only it's missing Bill Cosby. And it's not funny either.

Bill Cosby doesn't give a shit how teenagers who probably use hashtags on Facebook feel about "Gangnam Style", and neither should anyone else.

Decisions, decisions...

So, my friend started contemplating the looming 2012 Armaggedon that undoubtly grows larger and larger as the date barrels towards us (For the record, before we continue, I think - no, I know, this whole 2012 thing is a load of bunk/scam/hoax/insanity). He said something rather interesting, and I quote;

"If anything happens, I hope it's like the End of Evangelion. I keep hearing things about Lake Vostok, and I bet there's a god-fetus or something that they'll uncover that will force everyone to ascend into Insturmentality, and we'll all turn into orange tang."

Something like this, if you wanted a visual aid.

It got me thinking.
What song should I listen to in those "final" moments?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=endscreen&NR=1&v=h8ihz79t2Z0
or
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fw5acgqIHQE

It's very important. This could mean the difference between getting turned into orange tang and ascending into Instrumentality/Godhood with all you other jerk-offs and all the people I hate (lame), or being the new Adam with a fine-ass Eve?

Yeah, you guys have fun with all of your single consciousness, Instrumentality, Arthur C. Clarke nonsense.
I've got work to do.

Adidas isn't racist

Just foolish. Not every bad idea makes a person/corporation racist.
What it does make them is stupid. I mean, look at these god damn shoes.

Damn. Just damn. Look at those shoes. I'll admit, when I was kid, probably from, oh, conception to the age of eight, I thought purple and orange was the best combination of colors ever. Nowadays, it's just straight up ugly. And, guess what! It looks bad on these shoes! Since I'm not professional shoe critic, like one of my old co-workers (who I will definitely hit up over this), I can't really discuss the finer points of these sneakers, but I can comment on the pièce de résistance, the eponymous shackles.

If you haven't heard, people are saying the shackles are racist because, let's be honest, the target demographic 

of these shoes tends to be... Well, you can figure it out. I really don't think people at Adidas were sitting around

saying to each other, "Let's release shoes with chains on them. Wouldn't t that be funny! The irony of black

people wearing shoes with chains!" I'm pretty sure they saw some people calling racist a mile away, but I

don't think they expected this, or to be called out as truly racist.

In my opinion, they're just dumb gimmick gone horribly awry. They won't be the first ugly shoes.

They won't be the last. This gimmick just happened to be worse than most, I guess.
If anything, this tripe is common in Japan. Just google "Japanese Fashion" or something, and you'll get some 

strange stuff. I mean, this is a fashion sphere which Kirugumi is a popular trend and that gave the rest of the 

world Bathing Apes.
Unforgivable.

Addendum: I don't hate Bathing Apes (I'm not calling them BAPES) because they're inherently bad shoes,

but rather because:
A) That is one of the most unpleasant sounding names for a brand ever. I mean, "Bathing Ape"... it just 

sounds wrong. I'm sure it was based off of those Japanese monkey's that sit in hot springs all day.
B) It's a brand normally associated with Chav's, A.K.A, a group I don't want to be lumped with. We all know

it's only a matter of time until Chav-dom comes to the U.S.

Surreal

I haven't posted in some time, have I?
I've been busy, trying to make friends and all. It's rather surreal to think that I wake up and go about my day 300 miles away from what I call home, and all the people and things that make it so. I'm sure it'll wear off soon, but still, it's odd. I attribute it to the fact I've lived in the same house for twelve years, and I was half convinced I would never leave. So yeah, there's that.
For all no one who reads this regularly, I've got a short article penned already for a release soon. I've been sitting on it, just because I don't want to become the next Busy Street, but... God, I have to say something.
I made this to vent about all the stupid bullshit no one IRL cares about, so I'm gonna do it here.
So yeah, I'm not dead. Just biding my time...

Rozen Maiden is a horror movie in waiting

You know what I'd like?
Another season of Rozen Maiden.
I had a dream last night that reminded me how much I liked Rozen Maiden. I could probably write a whole damn thesis on why I like it so much, but I'm far too unmotivated to do it right now.
On an unrelated note, have you ever thought about how terrifying Rozen Maiden would be in real life (if you've seen it, of course)?
Let's be honest, dolls are fucking creepy.
They just sit there and... watch, with those horrible, unblinking glass eyes, waiting for you to fall asleep before they come to life and steal your soul.
Especially dollfies. I imagine that's what the dolls of Rozen Maiden would look like, so... yeah.
If I ever came into possession of a living dollfie, I'd be hard pressed not to tell it to leave me alone and/or toss it in the fire place. Just imagine if Rozen Maiden was changed so that when a doll died, so did their owner. It's be like a mix between Chuckie and Pokemon, two things that should probably never go in the same sentence.

Imagine this walking, talking, carrying a steak knife and whispering the horrible 

things it will do to you in the night while you try to sleep.
And I think this Suiseiseki isn't actually that bad; the anime-esque

look keeps it from crawling to the bottom of the uncanny valley with the my withered, soulless corpse. 

Bathroom Poetry

Every once in a while, I'm forced to enter public bathrooms.
Anyone who has experienced the wrath of twelve years of public schooling knows exactly why I'm so hesitant to step foot into them. I'm not totally unconvinced my high school bathroom didn't harbor some unknown strain of Ebola, considering that literally every time I made the mistake of pitching a loaf there, I got sick. Oh, and before anyone says anything, the girl's bathroom was no walk in the park. Oh yeah, I went in there a number of times... Don't ask why.

The point is, when I do go enter public bathrooms, I'm always amazed by the graffiti. Most of the time, it's usually a number of obscenities or crudely drawn penises carved into stalls where someone took the effort to smear their excrement on the toilet seat by some arcane method I don't even want to humor. But ever so rarely, I'll find something worth while. Very rarely.
That being said, it would appear Texas Tech has a thriving underground poetry scene running through various men's bathroom stalls. I found this one on the first floor of Holden Hall, on the off chance anyone wants to witness this beauty first hand.
I'll post more as I find them, but for now... just bask in this.
Poetry at its finest.

Here I sit, broken-hearted
I tried to shit, but only farted
Should I lie or should I linger?
or should I be forced to use my finger...

Random Thought #1

Just a quick, random thoughts (whoa, like the totally BS name for this blog?) that came to me as an acquaintance of mine prattles on about what a bad idea it is to consume an energy drink when they have a cocktail of attention deficiencies but that they'll do it anyways...

1. If you think something is a bad idea, just as a rule of thumb; don't do it.

2. Monster's energy is a placebo effect. Mostly. Sure, you might get an initial jolt from the ungodly high levels of sugar and other "-ines" floating in it, but I'm pretty confident that the "OMG I'M SO HYPER XDDDDD" effect it seems to have on young teenagers and stupid adults is just their imagination. Or maybe they have some problem processing sugar in their blood stream, I don't know.

3. Don't be that person who acts like a spider monkey pumped on adrenaline, bouncing off the walls and shouting with little to no coherency, because no one likes them. It's not cute. It's not endearing. It's annoying, obnoxious, and quite possibly, destructive to everyone else's property.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go find a safer location to browse the internet before a certain someone crushed my laptop with a stray foot.

Jeff the Killer isn't scary

Yeah. I said it.
About damn time some one did.

I honestly cannot quite figure out why the Creepypasta "Jeff the Killer" has gotten so popular. It's not scary.
The writing is simply mediocre (I know some of you would like to believe that "mediocre" is synonymous with "bad", but I'd like to remind you it is not). The story itself seems like a rejected Jhonen Vasquez comic/cartoon.
Oh, an insane killer with a deformed face?

Now, a bit of history; The following image is supposedly what inspired the story of "Jeff the Killer".

"Know Your Meme" claims the picture first appeared in a YouTube video in 2008, and I remember it popping up on /b/ many a time summer of that year (yeah, I went to /b/. Sue me). It was always the whole "If someone says your name, go to sleep", accompanied by this picture. Where the actual story came in, well, that's anyone's guess. If it's been floating around since 2008, unheard of and unseen until last year, that wouldn't be surprising. "Jeff the Killer"'s rise to fame has only been over shadowed by the meteoric rise in popularity of another towering Creepypasta figure.

Yes, that's right, the internet's favorite faceless child killer/Anonymous cosplayer. Go on your Facebook and tell me how many people on your friends list have made some post about the game "Slender" recently. Go ahead, I'll wait. If your friends are anything like my friends (and they probably are), you'll get several hits. Slenderman, or as people have been calling him since the early days, "Slendy" (I really hate that name), has reached such heights that Hollywood is making a movie that's a little too similar to the whole Slender mythos to not be a coincidence. It's called "The Tall Man". Just look it up.
Now, with Slenderman's popularity has come a tidal wave of shitty fanart and creepypastas, much like Jeff the Killer. The main difference between Jeff and Slender, however, is that Slenderman was scary, and still can be. I'll admit, the first few times I saw the "GO TO SLEEP" picture, I was unsettled, but now it looks like a vaguely humorous photoshop of Marilyn Manson. Slenderman, on the other hand... Well, I'm still unsure about taking night-walks through the neighborhood anymore.
Slenderman, for all intents and purposes, is a truly unsettling character with some fantastic stories weaved into the mythos that counter balance the crap.
Jeff the Killer is just... not.

Now, I think I've said my piece on Jeff the Killer already; I don't like it.
But I want to leave you with a theory as to why it got so popular.
It's no secret there are teenagers on the internet. Most of these teenagers are stupid, angsty, and wanna-be
"goff" and "scene". They like Hot Topic, Nightmare before Christmas, Jhonen Vasquez, as well as "Blood on the Dance Floor" and basically everything bad in this world. They hate their parents because they "DON'T UNDERSTAND ME". They hate their classmates because they're all "stupid preps".
Now which creepypasta character is a young teenager who killed his bullies and parents, and now lives a life of thoughtless and wanton murder?
Oh, right...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y983TDjoglQ

;_;

Post #6

Just a quick observation about Texas Tech;
In a statistic I'm pulling out of my ass, about 65% of everyone I've seen falls into the "Bro" demographic.
You know what I mean, those guys who wear RVCA tanks despite having absolutely no muscles to display, those guys who drive trucks because they're big (and dare I say, compensating for something), those guys who wear snapbacks for team they probably don't care about, etc. etc.
I'm pretty convinced they exist solely to provide a foil to everything good and rational in the world.
Well, as I walk around campus, surrounded by bros and their hoes, chattering endlessly in faux-country accents (they're trying to fit in to the "country" vibe that Lubbock is supposed to have, but is sorely lacking... I think), about how smashed they're going to get and how they're going to smoke enough ganja to buy out a whole Colorado repository, I can only think of one thing - How did these people get into college?

Tech doesn't have the highest academic standards, despite being a Tier 1 school. I didn't expect the UT crowd. I didn't even expect the A&M crowd. But this... I can see how one out of every three freshman doesn't make it past the first semester.
That doesn't exclude the upper-classman bros. Not only how did they get into college, how did they stay?
Going back to A&M and UT as well, my consituents attending those schools tell me it's just as bad there. Hell, I even hear TCU is just as bad.

How did this happen? How did it come to this?
I'm quick to point my finger at my old nemesis, School Athletics, but in my heart of hearts, I know this is one issue I can't blame on our societies obsession with sports. Well, let's just say that's a possibility that's yet to be seen.

Whatever the case, I hate them already. And I hate tank tops, which is a shame, since I wouldn't hate them if these tits hadn't ruined them.

I'll probably have more trivial things to bitch about later (like the fact the internet in the dorms are fine, but refuse to load YouTube videos for some reason, or the douchebag "DJ" who I'm pretty confident no one likes who plays only shitty dubstep and complains about literally every other genre of music), but right now, it's a Sunday afternoon and I'm still feeling like Gilbert O'Sullivan. I've been passing the time by aimlessly wandering around campus and listening to Gangnam Style for the sixtieth time today.

When will this be the socially acceptable mode

of locomotion that it should be?

Also, I really want Yoo Jae-Sook's
suit. I would wear that pretty much everywhere.

I'm deeply upset that Tech doesn't offer Korean courses, but I'll be damned if that keeps me from staying a semester over there.

Alone Again (Naturally)

Well boy howdy, I got a whole THREE page views on ONE ARTICLE!
Maybe I should rag on Homestuck more, and I'll bump it up to SIX! Now that would be cool.

BUT, confession time.
As much I would like to keep a modicum of anonymity, I suppose I can't when blithering about my personal life. So, are you ready for a shock?
I hope you're sitting down...
I'm an incoming college freshman.
I know, I know, it must be shocking to find out that I, in all of that childish arrogance I try so hard to keep out (and fail so poorly at) is only a wee eighteen. And where am I going?

GET 'CHER GUNS UP, YOU SONS OF BITCHES!!!

Okay, okay, I'm not that into it. Hell, I didn't even consider Tech until May, when I happened to go to Lubbock for a school event and found out that:
A) The school itself was not a decrepit hole in the ground, and was actually not bad
and
B) Lubbock itself, while leaving much to be desired, isn't wholly bad.
I mean, it certainly ain't El Paso.

Behold, the single-most misleading image
on the internet.

Sorry, I'm not a big fan of El Paso. I didn't have the best time there when I went.
Anyways, I was supposed to move in on Sunday, but I, out of the goodness of my heart, stayed to work Tax-Free Weekend at my retail job. Well, I need the money, and I quite liked my workplace and am a bit sad to go. I made a lot of good friends there, had some fun, and, overall, I felt like it was a year well spent.
Because of that, I'm moving in Wednesday.
The problem? All of my friends already moved on to their colleges, with the lone exception of that one guy going to Community College (and he's busy with work), and everyone I know going to Tech already left Sunday.
So until... well, another twenty four hours about, I'm all alone.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8ELnhjGw4Zs

If only YouTube would actually embed.
But then you wouldn't get this great picture
of Gilbert O'Sullivan!

The Return of the Sperglord

So I was in San Antonio for San Japan: Mach 5 for the past three days.
I don't know what else to say other than I had a very, very good time. I've been to A-Kon twice, but never really done anything but wander around the dealer room and look at other things here and there. Having actually done stuff? And actually talk to people?
Yeah, I'd definitely go again.
I mean, I met Ellen McClain (voice of GLaDOS) and her husband John Patrick Lowrie (the voice of the Sniper in TF2 AND an award winning author, he was very vehement people know him as something outside of TF2. I don't blame him, really), LittleKuriboh of Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged fame, participated in an anime trivia contest, won an Iron Cosplay contest, danced like a maniac, went to both raves, ate nothing but pizza and orange chicken, had a good time with old friends and met some new ones...
Still, the return to reality is overwhelmingly depressing. Hell, Sunday itself was depressing; hardly anything was going on, and everyone was leaving. Hotel parking lots dried up, the streets were once again filled with normal people... It's saddening.
That combined with the fact that my constant, three plus week long vacation stint is finally coming to a close.
I gave it a good run.
Summer 2012 is one for the record books.
Now in only one more week, the reality I've returned to changes all over again... I'll get to that soon enough.
Final Thoughts: San Japan was cool, I've already registered for next year.

Oh, and one more thing...
To all you Homestuck(ers?) I may have offended and Homestucker fans in general:
I was wrong. I apologize.
I still think Homestuck's fandom is a blight and that Homestuck cosplay sucks (I had three days worth of proof), BUT I did find a cosplay that takes the minimal amount of effort period.

Oh yes. I used to give Finn cosplay the slip, if only because you have to go out of your way to make or buy the hat. But now that they're being sold on ThinkGeek for sixteen dollars a pop? Well, I can't tell you how many Finn's I saw who couldn't even bother to get a green backpack or even wear shorts. I want to say Cartoon Network has now started mass producing them and selling them in stores via Vietnamese sweatshops because I think I saw a giant "CN" stamped to the back of one... Unfortunately, my research so far (read: a minute on google) has come up dry... for now.
Though, perhaps the blame is being put on the wrong person. I mean, the "Finn" at hand is still at fault for being "Finn", but I saw plenty of Princess Bubblegums and Marcelines (may I add, in varying levels of quality) with them. If there were less Princesses and Vampires, would there be so many Finns? I wonder...
So yeah, sorry Homestuck guys. I don't like you any more, but at least I know you've put a modicum of thought into your costume outside buying a single hat for sixteen dollars and a two dollar light blue t-shirt, assuming you didn't have one to begin with.

If you aren't this guy, don't bother dressing as Finn.
You can't follow this up unless you have a really good Jake with you.

In which I say my piece about the Homestuck fandom

In preparation for an upcoming trip with some friends to a convention in San Antonio, one of my friends brought up what I dreaded to hear, but knew was inevitable.
Cosplayers. Not any cosplayers, mind you - Homestuck Cosplayers.
I've had a... history, with Homestuck Cosplayers before.
See, if you're going to cosplay, you damn well better do it good. There's an argument to be made that good cosplay is few and far between, but I can often give credit to a bad cosplayer if they at least tried.
But then we have Homestuck.
I have never seen a good Homestuck cosplay with my own eyes. I've seen a handful on the internet thanks to a "friend" who was trying to prove a point that "OMG THERE ARE GOOD HOMESTUCK COSPLAYERS", but with my own two eyes, in the flesh? No. Never. It's mostly kids with lightly applied gray facepaint and orange tubes tied to their head, or, in one hilarious example, an older man (attempting) to cosplay as the one troll with the sunglasses who looked strikingly like Al Jolson in blackface.
But that's just the trolls. The kids are even worse. Literally, all you need to do is buy one of the shirts from Andrew Hussie's site, maybe buy a wig if you're hair is a different color than whatever character you're doing  (in the case of one intrepid twelve year old, just shear your hair off until you've got the perfect John Eggbert... mullet. It wasn't pleasant), and bam! You're done. Of course, there's other accessories, but they're cheap and take all the effort of going to a CVS to attain. The only exception is Dave in the suit and whatever, and I'll concede that all two of the pictures I've seen of someone pulling that off did it extremely well.

It's worth noting that good kid cosplay is out there, but it's few

and far between. Much like any good cosplay, really.

Still, that doesn't change the fact I saw a good 54 Dave Striders - the un-tux ones, mind you - at A-Kon this year in one day alone. Yeah, I counted. Most of them don't look like the above picture. Most of them look like... We'll, this.

T-Shirt: Twenty-Five Dollars
Haircut: Mom did it for free
Glasses: Got them out of Dad's closet
Being used on a blog as an example? Priceless.

Oh, and this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyFXNMVbO5Q
If this doesn't make you wretch, I don't know what will.
I could probably write a novel about everything wrong with that video, but I won't insult your intelligence and assume you need to be told all that's wrong in this video.

It doesn't stop with the cosplay, though, oh no. It goes much deeper than that.
Back in 08-09, when I was a terribly obnoxious high-school weeaboo (that's whole set of stories for another day), I was a huge DeviantArt hound. I watched my share of talentless garbage, yes, but I think people often forget that there are a lot of people with outstanding talent on DeviantArt, even if all they do is fan-art.
As of late, I went back to look at their pages, just out of curiosity.
And, I'll be damned, almost every single person I remember having some modicum of talent has completely stopped drawing fanart/original works of anything except -
A) My Little Pony
B) Homestuck
I can count the exceptions on one hand. I mean wow. It is so disheartening to see people with such potential throw it away so they can make an "Ask - inset pony here-" tumblr page. I mean, really? You have a great, relatively original comic going on, but you choose to drop that completely so you can make an "Ask a Pony" tumblr? For shame, my friend, for shame... No, I'm not naming names.
But, that's just a guy thing. See, literally every male that I used to follow now does Pony art.
Every girl I used to follow does Homestuck art.
HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... I WONDER...
To sum it up nicely, many wonderful artist have succumbed to these cancerous fandoms and have tragically abandoned any sort of original aspirations and have completely converted to these cults. I can only hope one day they see the error of their ways.

I'll admit, the over-saturation of Homestuck is more of a personal gripe than an objective critique of the fandom. Did I mention that? That this is me complaining about the fandom? You could be forgiven for thinking this is some stream of concious rant, which it kind of is, but no. I sat down to talk about why I hate the Homestuck fandom, and I just barely brushed the biggest complaint I have in the first paragraph with that video.
I know there are obnoxious fans in any fandom; it's unavoidable. But God DAMN do Homestuck fans go out of their way to make it look like they're the worst. And, I'm not talking about everyone who likes Homestuck. I know there are plenty of level-headed fans out there who like Homestuck and abhor the fandom, as demonstrated in those comments in the video, but these guys make Sonic fans look good... Almost. If I were to list all the incidents at both this year's A-Kon and last year's that involved Homestuck drama/obnoxious screeching/acting like morons in general, we'd be here all day. I mean, authors write about what they know, and literally all I know about the Homestuck fandom is terrible.
If you like Homestuck and are caught in the middle of this absolute mire of a fandom, I am truly sorry. Keep your chin up - I'm sure there's another Hetalia barreling around the corner that will whisk all the obnoxious bandwagon hoppers to another fandom and leave you battered, bruised, covered in regurgitated Dr. Pepper, but finally safe.

Oh, and did I mention that I don't actually hate Homestuck? Because I don't. I think Andrew Hussie, while he has extended Homestuck out so far that I don't know what the Hell is going on and I haven't kept up with it in more than a year, is a talented story teller and extremely clever. Homestuck certainly has it's good parts, and I can see why a good deal of people really enjoy it. HOWEVER, on this final note, I want to quote the ever-eloquent DeviantArt user StapledSlut, who I only vaguely knew existed before I googled "Homestuck Fandom Sucks" in a bout of blind rage after my friend linked me that video last night.
- "It seems like everyone either, 1) Likes the fandom (art) of homestuck, but doesn't actually like homestuck itself, OR 2) Likes homestuck but can't stand the fandom surrounding it."

Yeah, that about sums it up perfectly. And I feel really, really bad for those number twos out there,
While I don't exactly agree with the rest of the post, you can read it here for further reference:
http://stapledslut.deviantart.com/journal/Homestuck-More-like-homeSUCK-An-elaboration-266473267?moodonly=158

Now you maybe wondering about My Little Pony... Odds are you don't care, just like you still probably don't care about my feelings on Homestuck despite reading this whole thing, but if you do...
One day. One day I'll write about it. I'm waiting until the time is right to pick that apple... probably when some brony snaps and kills someone. I'm waiting...

I love Delaware

I've just returned from an exhaustive two week trek between Fort Worth and Philadelphia, and while I could have perfectly posted an update from my uncle's basement (I won't lie, I think I'm in love with basements. It's a real shame you can't get one built in Texas), I didn't really feel like it.
For the first time in a long time, I signed out of Facebook, email, everything, and just let myself go.
I was taking a gamble, of course, seeing as if anyone really needed me, they'd have been boned, but it was very nice to just get away.
It's not like there wasn't anything to talk about; the whole Chik-Fil-A fiasco gave me and the family plenty of late night, fire place, Arnold Palmer/Alcohol fueled discussions. While I'd love to say my piece on the whole ordeal, I don't think I will unless it keeps going. And going. And going. And let's be honest, it probably will.
But right now, I'm happy. The last thing I want is to dive into the complex world of LGBTQLMNOP issues, when I could just talk about how much I enjoyed Cleveland. I mean, seriously, a high of 80 degrees?
In July? 
Yeah, I liked that. Sadly, when I crossed over the state line from Arkansas to Texas last night, it was about 92 degrees. At midnight. I'm missing it already.
So yeah, here's a list of where I went, and a number rating of how much I liked it.

Cleveland - 8/10, would visit again.
Meadville, PA - 5/10, needs some work.
Allentown, PA - 2/10, would not visit again without a bullet proof vest.
Bethlehem, PA - 7/10, was impressed.
Philadelphia - 8/10, would like to see more. Couldn't make it to West Philly to check out the birthplace of the God-King Will Smith, sadly. Also had some Japanese tourists compliment the anime shirt I was wearing at Independence Hall. That made my trip.
Wilmington, DE - 10/10 will visit again. Probably going to live there, best place in the country, already changed licence plates.

I also stayed a day in D.C. on the way back, but I love that area and saying that I wouldn't move to Alexandria in a heart-beat would be a lie.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to start drilling underneath my house and begin construction of my own basement.

Introduction

It's funny that I spent so many of my formative years panning "blogs" and "bloggers" chiefly because I hated the idea that someone could be so self-righteous as to create an online journal and whore themselves out to the world in such an undignified manner just to get attention their parents depraved them of as children and the word itself ("blog" is just one of those words it feels so unpleasant to say, at least to me).
That being said, the irony of me finally biting the bullet and creating one myself is not lost to me. See, it has been some time since I've redacted those previous thoughts, probably because I matured and realized that not everyone makes a blog to prove that they are the most special snowflake in the crowd. In fact, I believe that only a particular few make blogs for that reason - if you really want to prove that you're the most special snowflake, well, that's why we have Tumblr. I see now that most blogs are made to utilize one of the internet's most invaluable features - the ability to speak your mind. Of course, you'd be kidding yourself if you think your blog will reach and touch millions across the world. It's not an impossibility, mind you, it's just a statistical improbability. More to the point, most people just want to be heard. Even if no one cares (which, let's be honest, not many people do), it's a great therapy. I love to vent, even if its on deaf ears. That's exactly why I broke down and made one. Well, that and the behest of someone whose opinion I place value in. So, with that out of the way, now I can finally say congratulations!
You have now joined an immensely tiny fraction of the human race that will ever have the good fortune - or misfortune, if you so choose to see it that way - to see this record of my descent into madness. In classic internet fashion, I'll try to keep this as anonymous as possible. Not only because am I old fashioned that way, not only because I feel as if some of my personal thoughts will have me labelled as "possibly the worst person to ever live" since hyperbole is all the rage nowadays, but because I really do miss the impersonal-ity of the whole affair. Back in the day, I knew online users better than I knew some of my closest friends simply because they felt safer behind an online handle. Without the fear of being labelled or identified as "That Racist Prick" or "That Conservative Crackpot", people could truly speak their minds and very visceral, very honest discussions would ensue. They weren't always pleasant, or kind, or even logical, but I can honestly say that there was never a discussion/argument I walked away from not knowing something I hadn't known before. By being impersonal and anonymous, somehow an extremely personal microcosm came into existence. Of course, it's all a double-edged sword with trolling and what not, but I do kind of miss the days when you could watch a video of a cat dancing on YouTube and not having everyone on Facebook know. That's another story for another day, though.

I don't have a snappy saying to end every post with, and I probably never will.