tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73617782024-03-07T23:52:14.394-08:00Cleanse the World; Rivers of BloodThe psychotic ramblings of a clinically depressed midget with borderline personality disorder...BTW, I'm also egomaniacal and pretty much hate anything with a pulse.Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.comBlogger145125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097727110457469452004-10-13T21:09:00.000-07:002004-10-13T21:11:50.456-07:00New BlogPlease check out my new blog, though it's still in it's infancy (almost 1 whole day old) and the first post is really lame. It will likely be more exciting than this old haunt at Blogger. <a href="http://www.riversofblood.us">Rivers of Blood</a>
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097615721186643622004-10-12T14:06:00.000-07:002004-10-12T14:15:21.186-07:00Eternal Damnation IV (Bet you thought I forgot)<span style="color:#ffcccc;">Well, I haven't forgotten, I have been avoiding. Here is the latest bit, but now I have to remember what the hell the plot was supposed to be. I hate how you forget the brilliant ideas you come across while intoxicated. Just in case you missed the previous installments, click</span> <a href="http://riversofblood.blogspot.com/2004/09/eternal-damnation-iii.html">HERE</a>
As soon as he placed foot into the cell, he vomited. She must have hypnotized him. He had been completely Hers once She locked eyes with his. The man dry-heaved again at the thought. How could he have given up himself to a woman (if She could be called that) as completely vile and corrupt as She? But, in the moment he had called Her Mistress he would have done anything for Her - given up his soul for Her. The man was disgusted with himself.
The door to his cell squeaked on its rusty hinges as the guardsman opened it. The man rose, no words were said. None were needed. The only person to whom he had spoken to in weeks had been - Her. He would never call - Her - what She had made him call Her, ever again. Never look into those all-encompassing liquid-green pools of raw animal energy.
The man was abruptly shaken out of his reverie as the guardsman untied his hands from behind his back. The man rubbed at his wrists in an attempt to get his blood circulating. Just as he was gaining some comfort, however minimal, another man, dressed completely in black entered the room. The only things clearly visible in the darkness were his face and hands.
"Tie his hands to that ring," the new arrival spoke. He pointed to the one he was referring to and the man looked in that direction, eyes widening in shock as the realization hit him. "You may call me, Jehi’azarad," he said as he placed shiny black gloves onto his thin pale hands. He did this slowly, as if he was relishing the sensation.
As the guardsman forced the man to stand on a crate placed directly under the metal ring, he continued, "I am here to train you. It seems our Mistress has taken a liking to you," he sniffed disdainfully, looking the man over from head to toe. "I can hardly see why, you seem to have few redeeming qualities." As soon as he finished speaking, the guardsman kicked the crate out from under the man's feet. The man was left swaying from the end of the taut rope from painfully wrenched wrists and shoulders.
The man in black cracked a smile, which resembled a grimace. The man thought, through his glaze of shock that this was probably as close as this beast could get to a smile.
"Let the training begin." The man in black strode over to the man, standing directly in front of him he waved the guardsman away with one hand. With the other he grabbed the man's left nipple and twisted it hard. Bringing his mouth to the man's ear, he tenderly whispered, "You are mine now," as he stroked the man's chest, almost gently. Rubbing himself against the man, he wrenched his head sideways and gently kissed him upon the cheek. The man began to struggle violently, though he knew there was no escape.
"That's right, you helpless bastard, struggle. Resist the breaking as much as you please because I like a challenge."
He drew away and began laughing almost maniacally. Pausing to take a breath, he licked his lips and absently murmured, "Now I want to hear you scream."
...
After the guardsman let the man down, he collapsed into a dead faint. The pain and humiliation were too much for him. Right before drifting into his world of dark bliss he heard the man in black say, "Same time tomorrow, Brent. Bring him bound and gagged and make sure my toys are set out properly."
Brent nodded and slung the man over his shoulder, easily, as if he weighed less than nothing, and carried him to his cell.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097615022750797092004-10-12T14:02:00.000-07:002004-10-12T14:04:08.133-07:00Search EngineOddest search which led to my site: <span style="color:#ffcccc;">msn.com for "ar"</span>
That's right, 2 letters. That is just weird.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097604609035183102004-10-12T11:36:00.000-07:002004-10-12T11:10:09.040-07:00After a nice conversationMy grandmother basically informed me that she actually does not care. She thinks I am a selfish person who only cares about herself and has for years, and that she gave up long ago.
I told her a few things about what happened in my past because she claims to "not know me" (I don't recall her ever asking me anything personal or direct, only criticism for years) and I tried to reinforced the fact I am not psychic: if she wants/needs something done she has to tell me, and if she notices something needs to be done she has to tell me because half the time I don't notice it if I'm distracted..and I'm almost always distracted. I have ADHD so I can notice the bathroom has to be cleaned 5 times in one day, but if I get distracted...it isn't going to happen. I also have memory problems from the 23 operations I had as a kid which apparently screwed up both short and long-term memory to a certain extent, and most of the time I can't remember what I had for breakfast 5 minutes after the fact. (Try asking me what the topic of a conversation was about that lasted for more than 5 minutes.) I try to mask it, but people usually think I'm just a complete ditz. My friends think it's funny when I forget their names...It scares the shit out of me. I do weird things to try to remember..like "laundry day" comes up because I've run out of clean underwear. There is no more rhyme or reason than that. It's a surefire indicator that I need clean clothes.
I've also been diagnosed with clinical depression. I've had it since I was a kid. I've been trying to kill myself off and on since 9 years old (nothing in the last year thank goodness). So, it makes it a bit hard to not see past yourself when you hate yourself and your life. Perhaps to a certain extent she is right. But, how much of this is due to external circumstances and how much to excuses? And does it even matter? Either way is no justification.
The fact of the matter is, I don't care either. I've tried being nice and the things I have done to attempt to show appreciation were never acknowledged or recognized. I understand that people show appreciation in different ways and sometimes the other person doesn't understand it for what it is because it is not their way. But, when you have to point out you were the one that drove someone to the ER and waited with them despite the fact you damned near have a hospital phobia; or that the time they slammed their ear in a car door you were the one to help stop the bleeding and pack it so they could go to the ER (I couldn't drive I was on muscle relaxants)...who fucking needs em.
The main difference between her and I is that I can't fake liking someone. I had always given her the benefit of the doubt that she was just a crotchety old woman who must love me somewhere deep down inside...and if she wants to talk about selfish she should think of some of the things she did to me when I first came here. I already think I'm a horrible person, and maybe my friends do too. But, there have to be some redeeming qualities, otherwise they wouldn't let me invite myself over for dinner or accept and help me out at the rendezvous when I offer nothing but an inconvenience due to my inability to do a lot of basic things.
So...as far as I am concerned...Grandma can fuck off...and the next time she needs to go to the hospital for a heart attack she had better remember why I am being the selfish little bitch that's handing her the cordless phone and going back to watch tv.Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097602475341093882004-10-12T09:26:00.000-07:002004-10-12T10:34:35.343-07:00Slightly AnnoyedOk, personal bitchfest. Can someone please explain this to me because I am a complete loss besides "this person does not give a damn about your personal wellfare".
As almost all of you know I had some minor back issue that has been ongoing for the past 2 months...ok..maybe more now that I think about it. I have been going in for physical therapy twice a week and fairly regular doctor's appointments. The doctor is concerned that my back has not gotten back to 100% yet and has basically put me on a bunch of various restrictions - no lifting, no reaching, no kneeling, no squatting, and no standing for long periods of time. (Generally no aggravating your back or knee..if you feel pain STOP!)
I am 4'7", and trying to do mundane daily tasks sort of puts me into painful situations. I think this is part of the reason it's taking so long for my back to heal. Example being - if I want to do laundry I have to damned near climb into the washing machine (top loader), the top of the washing machine is about 4" below my neck. So with all of the reaching and stretching I have to do I wind up hurting - it generally takes me 2 days to do 2 loads of laundry.
The main issue here is washing the dishes. I don't like to do it, neither does my grandmother. So, for the past month or so I have been washing only my dishes, because technically I shouldn't be doing them because it causes both my knee and my back to start hurting (the twisting and lifting and reaching). I have informed my grandmother that it causes me great pain and that I am technically not supposed to do them. Yesterday was laundry day. They were out of town (of course there was a sink full of dishes when they left) . So after doing a load of laundry I was NOT about to wash those dishes. Coincidentally, my back was hurting the entire day and I STILL had to eat (did I mention cooking hurts?). I get up this morning and all of the dishes are washed except for the ones I had used yesterday (2 pans, both nonstick, a rack for one of the pans, and a collapsible steamer),
Am I completely missing something here? Despite the fact I am not supposed to be doing this, I try to do it to keep the peace, despite the pain. But when I don't because I AM in pain - she KNEW I was in pain yesterday - (and she leaves a crapload of dishes that I guess she expects me to do when they went out of town) there they are, waiting for me..the thing I am not supposed to do.
Arrrggggggh...Am I being petty?
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097597393584257802004-10-12T09:07:00.000-07:002004-10-12T09:26:24.876-07:00What President Are You?Since we are on a quiz kick I decided to post the link to this one. I scored a 9 - I am most like Reagan *sigh*
<a href="http://channels.netscape.com/ns/atplay/presidenttest.jsp?floc=ap-main-1-L1"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Which President Are You Like?</span></strong></a>
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097558460355884072004-10-11T23:11:00.000-07:002004-10-11T22:21:55.186-07:00Swedish Someone had responded to a previous post I had where I put the word <a href="http://riversofblood.blogspot.com/2004/10/purrrrrrrra-little-puss-anyone.html">"puss"</a> in the title - puss is swedish for kiss - and it reminded me of a funny thing that happened with mispronounced words in foreign languages.
I was reading a children's book in Swedish and my pronunciation was SO bad everyone was laughing at me, quite hysterically might I add. I finally got frustrated and started making up words because I found the language to be so damned ridiculous. I had no idea up until about a week or two ago why it was so funny (and to be honest, I have no idea how I remembered this).
<blockquote>"I satta on the catta and then I made him flatta"</blockquote>Well, "flata" in swedish is a lesbian.
Ok, it's sort of stupid, but it's funny in that "I made up a word and it turned out to be real and funny in context" kinda way.
No interesting posts today. I spent 5 hours trying to get Movable Text on a server today only to get pissed and find out that this particular webhost who supposedly supports perl scripts is NOT in fact able to support that program.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097468535766619192004-10-10T21:20:00.000-07:002004-10-10T21:22:15.766-07:00HmmmmmFound this and thought it was interesting in light of my previous post: <blockquote><a href="http://www.commondreams.org/headlines04/1009-01.htm">Conservative TV Group to Air Anti-Kerry Film</a>
"The conservative-leaning Sinclair Broadcast Group, whose television outlets reach nearly a quarter of the nation's homes with TV, is ordering its stations to preempt regular programming just days before the Nov. 2 election to air a film that attacks Sen. John F. Kerry's activism against the Vietnam War, network and station executives familiar with the plan said Friday."</blockquote><span style="color:#cc0000;">Don't worry, I'm not turning political.</span>
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097467322494755482004-10-10T20:40:00.000-07:002004-10-10T21:13:20.246-07:00Michael Moore's a F*ckety- F*ck- F*ckYes, my language has degraded to petty slang. I am livid at this point in time because of something I saw on tv earlier today.
At first I giggled when I found out Michael Moore's attempts at getting Fahrenheit 9/11 to play on cable were rejected. But, tonight I found out that it is going to be playing on November 1 - the night before elections - on Pay-Per-View. (Another annoying thing is that the only remotely reliable site I found without having to do too much research was in the friggin UK). <blockquote><a href="http://film.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,12589,1322825,00.html">Guardian Unlimited</a>
"According to reports, Moore is preparing a three-hour special for pay-per-view operator In Demand that features the bestselling documentary sandwiched between fresh interviews with politically-motivated celebrities."</blockquote>Ok, I am going to make my argument short and sweet. <ul><li>If you don't know who you are going to vote for the day, nay the NIGHT, before the elections are to take place - you need a d*mned bib and a helmet. <li>If he actually THINKS that 1)Pro-Bush people are going to turn pro-(hiss) by watching his puling vomitous fountain of lies then HE needs a d*mned bib and a helmet and; 2)Why the h*ll would someone who wasn't already a (hiss) supporter pay $9.95 to watch this drivel when you could easily rent it for half that much at your local Blockbuster. Are the celebrities opinions REALLY worth $5? <li>Ohhh, and I cannot forget to b&tch about the celebrity interviews: We all definately need to listen to the brainless hollywood liberal crowd giving their righteous opinions about things because we all listen to plastic surgery whores and rich people when it comes to a decision of great magnitude. I don't even buy makeup just because of a celebrity endorsement. Why the f*ck would I elect a president based on their "opinion"??!?!?</li></ul>*Takes deep breath* Ok, I feel a lot better now. Think I'll go do something productive like download asian porn. That always relaxes me after a rant.Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097450026524804372004-10-10T16:29:00.000-07:002004-10-10T21:09:02.456-07:00Prepping for ToH IIThese are the earrings I have made so far to try to use for <a href="http://riversofblood.blogspot.com/2004/10/prepping-for-trail-of-history.html">blanket trading</a> during the rendezvous this coming weekend.
They are pretty simple, and somewhat tacky I think. But, unless/until I get some more money to make more interesting pieces (purchasing silver feathers and trade beads) they will have to do.
I'm thinking about making a trip out to Michael's tomorrow (bonus 50% off coupon along with the regular 40% off) and see if I can find some turquoise or rock chips. Depending on if I can sell a single one of these simple little creations will depend on if I bother making any more. I am going to try to do some stitching so I can do something like <a href="http://www.martinmines.com/catalog/ak11.html">this</a>.
Seriously folks, I would like your honest opinions about the earrings. I know they aren't particularly fashionable, but this is a re-enactment group and has to be period appropriate (so don't go judging them against modern jewelry, please). I am new to making jewelry and tried to make these look as nice as I could with the free and cheap supplies I have at my disposal; but, if they look like crap I would very much like to know so I don't look like more of a fool than normal and/or think I will be able to eat this weekend.
<p></p><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1245/640/earrings.jpg"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1245/200/earrings.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center">
Earrings made with Porcupine Quills and Glass Beads
(Click on image to enlarge)
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Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097427752903207992004-10-10T11:02:00.000-07:002004-10-10T10:10:59.796-07:00TeeheeJust call <a href="http://atomfilms.shockwave.com/af/content/darth_vaders_psychic">1-800-SITH</a>
Check it out!
And don't forget <a href="http://atomfilms.shockwave.com/af/content/gangsta_rap_se">Luke</a>, now with more bling!Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097428775608554652004-10-10T10:23:00.000-07:002004-10-10T10:23:57.513-07:00What Kind of Handgun Are You?Ran across this quiz the other day when doing one from <a href="http://www.frizzensparks.com">Graumagus's</a> site. I think I'm pretty and I even match my car! Now, if only I could afford me and vent my frustrations on the world. Ahhhhh, but to dream. Alas, I am merely a "<a href="http://boudiccasvoice.blogspot.com/2004/10/lions-tigers-and-hamsters-oh-my.html#comments">hamster</a> stuck up some fat guy's butt".
<img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/evilbarbie/1047439847_BIGHRsmall.jpg" border="0" alt="Greatest gun ever! Feel special. Beautiful and reliable but can still scare the living bejesus outta anyone."><br>Sig Sauer P226. Greatest gun ever! Feel special.<br>Beautiful and reliable but can still scare the<br>living bejesus outta anyone.
<br><br><a href="http://quizilla.com/users/evilbarbie/quizzes/What%20handgun%20are%20you%3F/"> <font size="-1">What handgun are you?</font></a><BR> <font size="-3">brought to you by <a href="http://quizilla.com">Quizilla</a></font>
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097386621266886392004-10-09T23:35:00.000-07:002004-10-09T22:37:01.266-07:00CommentingYou people need to comment more, or I will be forced to upload a pic of my boobies on here. That post got more responses than half my other stuff from this month combined!
I find that sad really, LOL.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097359170373747232004-10-09T14:59:00.000-07:002004-10-09T15:17:54.013-07:00Purrrrrrrr....A little Puss* Anyone?<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1245/640/What%20I%20Wear.jpg"><img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/238/1245/200/What%20I%20Wear.jpg" border="0" /></a>
</div> <div style="text-align: center;">I like to slip into something fairly comfortable for blogging. ;)
<div style="text-align: left;">I hope Harvey approves of my "professional model"...The thing is she is not very well known because she is a furry who does private modeling of lingerie for submissive men. (Is that a good enough lie? errrr..background to get into the illustrious Carnival of Pajamas?)
</div> <div style="text-align: left;">
*Puss is swedish for "kiss"
</div> </div>Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097353550184886862004-10-09T13:25:00.000-07:002004-10-09T13:25:50.183-07:00The Passion of the ChristWell, I FINALLY got to watch the movie. It was rather good, I was highly impressed.
I went back to the main menu after the credits and found a lil something interesting where you can make your language selection preference. It offered a choice for having a the movie narrated for the visually impaired. Soooo, I went back to the Jesus beat down scene with the Romans and had to turn it off after about 3 minutes because I was laughing so hard. Whenever the narrator mentioned the "flaggalents" it sounded like he was saying "flatulence". I was able to hold in the laughter (barely) until he said..and I quote: "The grinning, thick-jawed flaggalent".
Hmmmmm, am I gonna go to hell for that one?
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097352998449991542004-10-09T12:55:00.000-07:002004-10-09T13:16:38.450-07:00Presidential DebateWell, a Presidential Debate has never been so fun as it was last night. After an impromptu stop by a friend's house on the way back from the bank we wound up chatting and insulting each other until almost 8pm. Then the convo turned into:<blockquote> Him: Hey, let's turn the debate into a drinking game.
Me: Ok
Him: How about whenever Bush says "terra" (or terrarism) and "nucular" instead of nuclear, and when Kerry says "I have a plan" or makes any mention of his personal history with the military we take a drink. I have some rum.
Me: Ok</blockquote>Well, within 5 minutes we were set up to drink. Here is the play by play of the evening:<blockquote><ul><li>8:15 - he was drunk. <li>8:40 - we couldn't hear a thing that was going on because we kept arguing and calling Kerry a fucker. <li>9:10 - he was puking.<li>9:20 - his wife started getting belligerant about "being fine". After collapsing onto the couch - and seeming to slip into a waking coma - we had to help her to the bathroom.</blockquote> </li></ul>Too bad the next one is on a Wednesday. I can't wait for the next election!
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097202973859687142004-10-07T19:29:00.000-07:002004-10-07T19:39:10.676-07:00Prepping for Trail of HistoryI've decided to be a good girl and not wait until the last minute to get ready for trail - except for the pies. I am a complete idiot on two respects - as far as forgetting about some things I had which would have made Belvidere's rendezvous a bit nicer. <ul><li>I have a food dehydrator and;<li>I have a box to store my little items in.</li></ul>Ok, this might not sound particularly impressive to most other people. But, today I am drying apples, oranges, peaches, and bananas and this weekend I will begin the process of making veritable craploads of beef jerky. The last time I made jerky in this thing it was gone before it had even gotten significantly cooled off. Darn, I just remembered I was going to make raisins too. The last batch I made were so moist and sweet they made the stuff you buy at the store taste like cardboard in comparison.
The box will definately be nice because I now won't have to carry around plastic bags from the car. I can just load all of the little things into the box and make one laborious trip instead of rendezvous over a year ago. I haven't even used it yet. I still hope I can find it.
Despite my lack of funds I am definately looking forward to Trail. I am thinking of making some porcupine quill earrings to see if I can sell as a blanket trade. If any of them sold it might provide me with "real" food throughout the weekend and maybe cover part of my gas - all I can say is thank GOD for group meals and the fact I already have 3 cans of pumpkin in the house. The earrings take all of 5-10 minutes to make. And I figure $5 a set isn't that bad, except the part that goes into the ear is nickel not surgical steel. *sigh* Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097179921458971192004-10-07T13:06:00.000-07:002004-10-07T13:12:01.460-07:00The Reason I Watch Movies at 3amWell, The Passion of the Christ SEEMED like a good movie - the whole 38 minutes of it I sort of got to see. Unfortunately, my grandfather came in to read mail and proceeded to ask me questions. Then, my grandmother realized what I was watching and sat her happy ass down. The next 18 minutes consisted of papers rattling, asinine conversations, and complaining that the movie wasn't in english.
The movie is still playing, but I'm sitting here, bitching about it. I guess I'll have to wait until 3am - which sort of sucks because I have to turn my home theater system speakers down low and I think that ruins the experience.
Hmmmmm...better plan: Watch the damned thing this weekend when they go out of town. WOOHOO, they are going out of town!!!!
I'm going to have a celebratory drink right now...*in the voice of Quagmire from Family Guy* quaffin' chambord...ohhh yeaaaaah.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097174139334091122004-10-07T11:35:00.000-07:002004-10-07T11:38:34.933-07:00But Wait..there's MoreSince I have been getting all kinds of flack for unleashing that internet crack version of dancing lions and tigers and <a href="http://riversofblood.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-hate-ktreva.html">Kenyas</a> pissing on Norways upon the world.
I bring to you....(drumroll please)...<a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/34/">THE LIVE VERSION
</a>Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097173747205067242004-10-07T11:26:00.000-07:002004-10-07T11:29:07.206-07:00Speaking of MoviesI have been waiting for this one since Spring. <blockquote><a href="http://www.uip.co.uk/romzom/">Shaun of the Dead</a></blockquote>Anything considered: <span style="color:#cc0000;">"A Romantic Comedy. With Zombies"</span> definately receives curiosity points in my book.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097173438481482172004-10-07T11:25:00.000-07:002004-10-07T11:39:31.706-07:00A Letter to Ashton KutcherDear Ashton,
I apologize for all of the typecasting and stereotyping I did of you. I mentally placed you under the heading of "idiot...fucking non-acting retard bastard" and it was wrongful and hateful of me to form this opinion. Especially, due to recent enlightenments, I have been fortunate enough to come across The Butterfly Effect. In my humble opinion you gave a stunning performance in an original movie which I, for one, found to be enough to cause a public apology for the things I have said and thought about you.
Of course, you are likely not to give a rat's ass about it, but it still makes me feel better to publicly state that: You are not a fucktard; and your dramatic debut was, quite honestly, very refreshing.
Sincerely,
Me<blockquote><b> What attracted you to the script?</b>
Ashton: I thought that it was kind of a fantastic metaphor for life, and pretty enlightening. I also spoke with the directors before I decided to sign on. And they had a really clear, concise vision of what they wanted to do stylistically, and what they wanted from the story. And the opportunity to play a character that’s blind to the trauma that takes place in his life. The violence in the movie I thought was a fantastic metaphor for how blind we are as a society, and as a people, to the things that actually do happen on a day to day basis, and how we kind of just block them out. And whether it be through our media or whatever, we go “Oh, it’s not happening in my world, so it’s not happening.” In the movie there’s a great representation of the violence with the kids, and the pedophilia, and these kind of things that the guys could have taken the easy road, and you know, kind of squeamishly cut around, but they weren’t afraid of it.</blockquote><a href="http://www.joblo.com/index.php?id=3350">Read More</a> of this interview.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097080761756007602004-10-06T09:38:00.000-07:002004-10-06T09:39:21.756-07:00Rejection LetterI got it today via email. They even TITLED it rejection letter. I was two days off the mark in when I would receive it. Good thing I didn't place a bet. LOL.
Well, I give up.
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1097049652084657262004-10-06T00:59:00.000-07:002004-10-06T01:00:52.083-07:00Fucktard of the WeekThis one is HOT off of the presses. Just received mere moments ago. <blockquote>airborne909: hello, i am male, 25 from germany. i am playing truth or dare online and now, it´s my dare to get my dick judged by 10 ladies on a scale from 1 to 10. don´t want to offend u. so if u would like to help me with this dare, pls PM me. that would be really nice. thanks, bye and have fun. take care.</blockquote>
Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1096970449325553382004-10-05T01:38:00.000-07:002004-10-05T03:14:27.800-07:00Soundtrack of Your LifeGot this from <a href="http://www.frizzensparks.com/">Graumagus's blog</a>: "If you had to pick 15 songs (and only fifteen) to be on the soundtrack of your life, what would they be, and why?" Well, here is my soundtrack.
<blockquote>1. Iris - Googoo Dolls - Because it both sums up how I want someone to feel for me someday and how I generally feel while in relationships (respectively)
All I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
and sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
2. Opiate - Tool - because it sort of symbolizes what I feel like after I've found out my decisions were not good ones.
Choices always were a problem for you.
What you need is someone strong to guide you.
Deaf and blind and dumb and born to follow,
what you need is someone strong to use you..
like me, like me.
3. Porcelain - Red Hot Chili Peppers - because it quite aptly describes how I am generally feeling of late.
Are you wasting away in your skin
Are you missing the love of your kin
Drifting and floating and fading away
4. Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack - It's a crazy song that makes no sense and is a complete maelstrom of chaos which is in direct conflict with the song title...If you don't get it I can't explain it. It's all about dichotomies.
Recollect me darling raise me to your lips
Two undernourished egos four rotating hips
Hold on to me tightly I'm a sliding scale
Can't endure then you can't inhale
Clearly
Out of body experience interferes
And dreams of flying I fit nearly
Surrounds me though I get lonely
Slowly
5. Cold Cold Heart - Norah Jones - basically sums up a majority of my past relationships, and how I am afraid to be.
The more I learn to care for you
The more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind
And melt your cold cold heart
6. Always Look on the Bright Side of Life - Monty Python - because I have been singing it all day. It makes me laugh and is very true.
Life's a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke it's true.
You'll see it's all a show.
Keep 'em laughing as you go.
Just remember that the last laugh is on you.
And...
Always look on the bright side of life.
7. Love is Blindness - U2 - I am a commitment-phobe...Enough said.
Love is clockworks and cold steel
Fingers too numb to feel.
Squeeze the handle, blow out the candle
Love is blindness.
8. The Sweater Song - Weezer - I can't give any explanations for this one. It just makes sense...Like a plea to be understood, acknowledge, allowed to just...BE.
I'm me
Me be
Goddamn I am
I can
Sing and
Here me
Know me
9. Everything is Wonderful Now - Everclear - I did this as a kid, and I still do this when things aren't going right. Which might explain why I get so pissed off when people say everything is going to be ok...if you were a prognosticator you'd be rich. So bugger your generic happy, happy crap.
Go to my room and I close my eyes
I make believe that I have a new life
I don't believe you when you say
Everything will be wonderful someday
10. California King - Everclear - This is my rage song for when people blatantly think I am inferior because of whatever reason - height, weight, skin color. When people steal my ideas, don't listen to them, or treat me like a complete idiot for no apparent reason other than the fact they can.
I know you think you look so special
What makes you think you are so special?
What makes you think you are unique?
I see you smile and I get angry
As i watch you go colossal
Like a California king
...
I will find you in the crowded room
I will knock you off your feet
I will burn you just like teenage love
I will eat you just like meat
I will break you into pieces
Hold you up for all the world to see
What makes you think you're better than me?
What makes you think you're better?
What makes you think you are complete?
What makes you think you are the only one immune to falling down
Why can't you see
I see you fall and I get happy
I will watch you burn like fire
I will watch you burn like a California king
11. Friend is a Four Letter Word - Cake - This one is more dealing with my self-esteem issues and the "friend hating" phase I go through at least twice a year. I have great friends, but sometimes feel unappreciated and pretty much think they are fucking bastards.
To me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.
End is the only part of the word
That I heard.
Call me morbid or absurd.
But to me, coming from you,
Friend is a four letter word.
12. Fell on Black Days - Soundgarden - I am starting to realize my soundtrack is rather depressing....hmmmm.
Whomsoever I've cured
I've sickened now
Whomsoever I've cradled
I've put you down
I'm a search light soul
They say but I can't
See it in the night
I'm only faking
When I get it right
13. Bitch - By Meridith Brooks - Enough said.
So take me as I am
this may mean you'll
have to be a stronger man
rest assured that when
I start to get you nervous
And I'm going to extremes
Tomorrow I will change
and today won't mean a thing
I'm a bitch, I'm a lover,
I'm a child, I'm a mother*,
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint,
I do not feel ashamed,
*I am NOT a mother...unless the voices in my head count.
14. La Vie en Rose - Edith Piaf - Ahhh, but to have nights of love and my troubles and sorrows erased. I fucking love this song. It aroused the passion of bittersweet hope in me even before I spoke a lick of french.
Des Nuits D'amour A Plus Finir
Un Grand Bonheur Qui Prend Sa Place
Les Ennuis, Des Chagrins S'effacent
Heureux, Heureux A En Mourir
15. Golden - Jill Scott - Ok, I just heard this song for the first time today, and changed the channel towards the end cause it's not my style, but the lyrics in the beginning are how I want my life to be. And I figure it's a good ending point for my soundtrack. Completely off-base from the other music, and definately upbeat.
I'm taking my freedom,
Pulling it off the shelf,
Putting it on my chain,
Wear it around my neck,
I'm taking my freedom,
Putting it in my car,
Wherever I choose to go,
It will take me far,
</blockquote>Good lord, this was a long post. My musical selections are weird..and I probably should have thrown in Sir Mixalot's "Baby Got Back" for good measure....shake dat assssss!Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7361778.post-1096949193785292442004-10-04T20:53:00.000-07:002004-10-04T21:10:21.243-07:00EnlightenmentA few dutch phrases to use and abuse:<blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zoon van een hoerige kameel</span> - Son of a horny camel
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Kippeneuker</span> - Chicken Fucker
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Tering mongool!</span> - Tuberculosis Mongoloid
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Bloedpoepende maaghond</span> - Blood shitting stomach dog
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Mierenneuker</span> - Ant fucker
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Opneuken, stomme kutmongool</span> - Fuck off, you stupid retard
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Sufkut</span> - Dumbass (lit. slow cunt)
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Flikker op</span> - Fuck off
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ik sloop je</span> - I will kill you
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Vieze verrotte aambeiebeffer</span> - Dirty rotten hemorrhoid licker/sucker
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ik laat je vader bukken</span> - I will fuck your father in his ass
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Jij eet smegmakaas</span> - You eat cheese made out of smegma
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Grote slappe ezelpik</span> - Big floppy donkey-dick
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Uitgewoonde heroinehoer</span> - Worn out heroin whore
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Je bent een evolutie fout</span> - You're a mistake of evolution
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ik hoop dat je dood gaat</span> - I hope you die
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Ik trek je arm eraf en sla je ermee</span> - I'll rip your arm off and beat you with it
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Volgescheten palingvel</span> - Shitstuffed eelskin
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Hoerenloper</span> - Frequent visitor of whores
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Je bent de reden dat mensen zelfmoord plegen.</span> - You are the reason why people commit suicide.
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Uit de baarmoeder gerukte boskabouter</span> - Forest gnome ripped out of the womb
<span style="font-weight: bold;">Je hebt een goed hart het had alleen gekookt op je rug moeten hangen zodat de honden er bij kunnen</span> - You have a good heart but it should be cooked and hanging down your back so that the dogs could reach it</blockquote>Brought to you by <a href="http://www.insultmonger.com/swearing/dutch.htm">Insultmonger.com</a>Anathematized1http://www.blogger.com/profile/14523489499569878504noreply@blogger.com0