Ruminate : A lot of you could stand to shut the hell up once in a while.

See! It's posted somewhere else, and looks publishy, so... yah! Luckily I can be as long winded as I please, the ultimate information extracted from what I say isn't the intent. It's the fun of the way I tell it, isn't it?

If it isn't I'll take my own damn advice and regale you with events in a factual and pointed fashion. But how could I take away everyones proverbial story time?

I've been rather lacking in stories recently. Pulled another after midnight go to friends to watch a movie, The Order is pretty good. Also, the biology final was laughable at best. Or should that be at worst? Easy, whichever of the two that'd be.


I bought the Escaflowne boxed set. I'm an Otaku whore. I own 400usd worth of anime. The fact that I payed a total of 70cad has nothing to do with it.

Hate me for having it, love me for borrowing it.
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Compos mentis : Is a while after midnight too late to plan to go to a friends? How about then going? To watch Naked Gun 33 1/3rd? And getting back nowish?

We had ice cream.
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Infirm : I bet this guy is proud. Really he's just stupid though.

I like how he gets mad about a bumper sticker.
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Dogma : It's about damn time, sheesh, you guys never update.

Turns out I've become an urban legend! The mighty and flavourful beans of my actions are roasted and ground by the recounting of events. The fine powder is filtered through the perception and understanding of the second tellers, and finally the liquid goodness percolates to the common commoner, different in form, but still satisfying. I wanted to see if I was capable of quasi-skilled pseudo-writing. Either way, the point is that all of you believe I exist, but only because you know of me directly. In events where stories of things I've done are retold, people often debate that they're true, or that I'm real.

There's a fencing tournament in Quebec I didn't go to, and apparently the tales of my hijinx are viewed as myth. Though a small group vouches for their validity, with no me there to back them up; they're not believed and people assume I'm either an entire fencing club, or just a fake person people like to tell stories about. I'm vaguely proud.

I'm also wondering if I'm still getting the reputation of that fencing guy who gets all the girls, always, or if cookie and crew are still referring to me as "porn star".

Stories for another day, and a higher rating. They told me there was no film in their digital camera! Honest!

On second thought, some of these stories are private, actually, only two. But they're long, and won't be recounted. There would also be gaps of a few missing hours. Those would be where the reputation comes from, I can assure you however, that nothing happened.

I can also lie. Always a good thing to keep in mind.

Am I the only one who starts a post, then forgets what it's supposed to be about, reads what was said, and trys to remember, gives up, and writes something else?


I have to ask you guys, what's the deal with that Drevs kid? I don't believe he's even real, I've never met him.
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Maneuver : I had posted the rules to never losing a game of tic-tac-toe and winning every time you can. But I've removed them. I've decided it's to my advantage to be able to play perfect tic-tac-toe.
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Promulgate : Today we have a special treat for you. Skittles! Does this excite you? Not really, right? You do like Skittles don't you? Yes? Why? Have you ever payed attention to how they taste? No? They're vile.

Why do people eat Skittles? Classic Skittles, the other flavours are okay, though sour also remains a mystery to me. The classic ones taste simply awful. There is absolutely no good reason to eat them. Yet we do, and we don't even enjoy it. We buy the bag, eat the candy and give a lot of it away, they're so much easier to part with than Reece's Pieces or Hot Tamales aren't they? Those candies are actually good. How effective is their marketing if we purchase, and consume, a product we don't actually want. Next time you're eating classic Skittles, pay attention to the taste, normal sugar taste better.

The other flavours taste good though. So I only buy those. As for sour, what is peoples fascination with overly-sour candy? I say we're all sadists, and we're all masochists, masochism being the applicable one here, and this is an acceptable expression of it. Revel in the discomfort brought by the sour sugar stuff at the bottom of the bag.

Pay attention to how skittles taste, and save some money.

Any other products like this I should be aware of?

I must admit, it was an odd thing to notice that my skittles tasted terrible. It's so obvious, but nobody notices. Well, I did, and I share my message.

Truly, my discoveries are paramount. If you're going "no they're not", remember, it is I who brought you Double Pepperoni.
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Cogitate : Did you know things you post on blog, you can't erase after? Only edit, unless I just can't find the button...
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Duress : Have I used that title in the past? Perhaps, I certainly hope not. With over a week since my last post, and my readership on the rise nonetheless - which I certainly don't understand - I figured it was about time for me to make a post in one form or another.

The reason for the title being that what it is simple; I am making a post under duress, the requests for an update have turned into demands, and no longer can I deny everyone the rare opiate that is my post. Whereas you may enjoy my posts, I find it's truly the little things that make a day a good day or a bad day. I kept track of a few favourites from a day a while back, a list follows;

• A commercial for Nicorette with a subtitle of "Use proper chewing technique". You know, the one in the manuals, not those improper chewing techniques you do casually with friends. I can also imagine this as meaning you just have to look concentrated, and stern, whilst chewing. If you don't understand the humour in this, but enjoy Monty Python skits along the lines of "The Ministry of Silly Walks", stop it. You don't get the Monty Python skit, you only think it's funny because he walks funny, or because people tell you it's humourous. You're conforming, and you don't get it, so don't bother.
  
• While I was walking to the new Paintball store in Richmond (Bigshots, for those interested. Also, joy) I passed a Women's Fitness World. This might have lit up some peoples days, but I'm not that simple. The thing that amused me so was that there were more people looking at the work-out outfits than working out! They don't go for the exercise, lord no, they go to buy the things that they don't do the exercise in. They're buying work-out outfits for work-out outfit shopping!
  
• The final odd thing to strike me as amusing was on a show that toured Michael Jackson's new home. Some woman expert said "The dining room is made entirely of glass. Even the floor, and under the floor there's a pool. It's amazing, you walk in and it's like you're walking on glass." This was not live, she didn't make a mistake. She didn't mean to say it was like walking on water. Nope, she said walking on glass is like walking on glass. Brilliant. There really aren't any criteria for getting on TV.
  

Thank you Ian for passing the burden of telling people about the band to me. Really, I can't thank you enough for that. Ass.

Anyway, Ian and I discussed an anti-Emo crusade on our blogs, involving making fake Emo songs and poetry, and then pointing out that we underwent no turmoil to write them. Emo is such an easy target, but still fun for some reason. Amusing in the same way as flipping over a click beetle and watching it flip back over only to have you put it on it's back again is amusing.

Carrying on, I decided a more subtle, and far more satisfying way to make fun of Emo was to start an Emo band! Now, I didn't want people to think I was actually Emo however, so Emo Heavy-Metal is our official genre. Not that it's a mix, but that some tracks are Emo, and some are whatever else we please them to be.

After a long naming process, which actually only took a few names, we (I) came up with a good name, and first album. Our band is named Gentle Reckoning, the name itself being a shot at Emo, "You'll get what's coming to you! Eventually.... softly.... maybe... in the form of we'll write a whiny song about you and cry..." it encapsulates what we mock about Emo so very well. The first album will be Tuesday Juicebox. We needed a month or day somewhere, so I put it there.

Other names considered were Putsch (which will be my real band should I ever start one), January Catharsis, and numerous combinations of my two word Emo name system. Two lists of words, randomly combine them to form Emo band names.

So far as I have things figured we need more members, and possibly I have to learn to play my guitar. Gentle Reckoning is;
Ian - On the Bass, singing the high vocals
Drevs - Looking Emo, doing the vocals, and pretending to know how his guitar works

I hope we can recruit Baldwin as a backup dancer.

Anyone else interested in joining? Sadly we can't accept girls, or maybe we can, I don't know, I suppose it depends, I'll have to talk to Ian about it. Unless you're a lesbian, then you can join, because you can complain about girls too.

Don't worry, I still have a few topics for another post, so one should follow not too far in the future. I apologize for Emo possibly seeping into the blog in the future, it's all just part of this experiment (one of the possible names was January Project).

Do comment on the idea, I'm curious what people think.

p.s. Blogger spellchecks Juicebox into Succubus.
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Deshabille : I just got someone naked. No big deal really, happens all the time. I might tell the stories at a later date, depending on the outcome of the lawsuit.
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**Note to self : Oh yah, hey, hi me, remember to complain about type-casting and to post those snow pictures for the non locals. Also, looking good me, looking real good.
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Neoteric : I had a very G-rated new years celebration. Why, I don't even think there was cursing.

We watched two of three of the Hellsing DVDs, which the slow had trouble following. And the Kieran wanted to borrow. Two very large sandwiches ,the kind that devour worlds, saw their ends by our hands. After the hanging around and being noisy everyone was shoed out of Ian's homestead (at 1:30am) some of us went for a little walk, but not before stealing a copious amount of jelly beans. I got in a few minutes ago, at four something. Yes, that's more than two and a half hours of wandering around in the icy cold in a longsleeve and a shirt for a jacket. I managed to fall down once in that time. It was a very graceful heavy sitting down, and at least I didn't fall into a bush and then stumble around. No names.

As with all passings, it was rife in reminiscing. My thoughts on the last year are simple; I've really let up on a lot of my darkness, my evil, and my not-so-friendly personality. You can blame Molly for this, or thank her, depending on what sort of person you are. I think my resolution is to do as comes naturally to me, which may see me returning to my prior habits, and may see me not. I suppose it all depends on a few key influences.

Surprisingly though, I remembered odd snippets of 2002, a time that seems long past. This is actually what clued me to my comparative lack of evil. But because of the particular location that brought about the remembering in the first part I remembered Suzanne. Who remembers her? She's the one who moved to England. Did anyone stay in contact with her? If someone did, please, do tell me.


So really that just leaves one thing to be settled. Who the hell is that Aiden person?!

Those of you who want to reminisce, "Yoko Kanno - Sora" is very good to help it along. Especially if you want to tint everything melancholy.



If you wanted a post in the highly amusing fashion I like to style the majority of my posts; go to hell. It's my vacation too you know!
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