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Anyone Notice a Pattern Yet?

I had a special request tonight to write about someone I hate.

Since I don't hate anyone personally, ever, he requested that I wrote about some B list morons. They seem to generate just the right amount of drama.

I thought about it and thought about it...

And I have just the thing!

Ok Go are a bunch of Douchebags

I hate hipster bullshit. Look at these morons. Good job! You got popular cuz of some Youtube video and then you show up at some MTV award show thinking you're all cool with your douchebag treadmills and you can't even et that act right.

How many times did you morons rehearse?

And then! Some cocksucker from Make magazine wrote about them in their LED jackets. Can we stop hailing these idiots are original and talented?

Seriously?

They're not!

They're a bunch of ass sucking morons who think they look cool with their douchebag clothes and their "oh look at my cool and different scraggly facial hair that I don't maintain".

Yeah, problem with your "originality" is that you're all like that and so are a million different idiots who made you popular on the internets.

If I wore a vest and some crap clothes I got at the salvation army and a leather wide wristband watch thing with eyeglasses that look like my uncle wore them in the 60s, would I be cool too?

No. I'd be less cool.

I'd be OK Go.

Son of a bitch!

For one thing, movable type fucking blows.

Anyway. I'm going to try writing this again. Maybe this time I won't fuck shit up.

It's a story. Gather 'round.

What Happened The Other Day

Sagien woke up and rolled over to kiss his girlfriend. He then instructed her to take away his "Sleeping" away message. He asked her what time it was and she told him. 5:00 PM.

He then asked her if wombat was online. She said he was but he's been idle.

"Does he have an away message?" he asked.

She told him that he didn't. He then asked her to ask some Random Girl if she could wake wombat up. He wished to play some poker.

"Why don't you just play with me?" she asked him.

"It's not the same."

She sighed and found some Random Girl and asked her what Sagien requested. The Random Girl indicated that wombat's sleeping and he seemed pretty tired and didn't want to do anything earlier.

Sagien instructed his girlfiend to tell Random Girl to ask him anyway.

Timidly, Random Girl goes to where wombat was sleeping.

"...wombat.. sagien wants to play poker..." she said to him almost silently.

Wombat bolts upright, wide awake and ready to go.

"Yeah?!" he said as he grabbed his coat and walked out the door.

Sagien rolls over in bed. Looks at his girl.

"What do you wanna do while I wait for wombat?" he asks, with a smile on his face.

Fifteen minutes later, wombat was knocking on the door. Sagien was inside cleaning up.

"You ready to go?" wombat asked.

"Yeah, in a minute."

"We need to go now."

"Yeah I'm ready." Sagien puts his coat on and his girlfriend falls asleep as he closes the door.

Fifteen minutes later, they're walking through the revolving doors of the Hilton Casino. Both of them in the same quarter section of the rotating doors. Like idiots.

The Pit Boss recognized Sagien.

"Hey, you won the last time, didn't you?" he asked him.

Sagien revels in the recognition.

"Yeah, just got lucky," he said.

They were seated at the same tables as they rode the glorious $20+5 tourament until the final table.

They both made it to the last one, but it'd be wombat who'd take victory.

Despite overwhelming annoyances from a man named Snake, a deaf guy trying to badger him into splitting the prize money with strange NYUUUUUH NYUUUUUUH noises and the wonderfully foul smelling homeless individual whom he refused to split with and wanted to play to the bitter end, wombat took first place.

Aferards they had a late dinner at Denny's. It was about midnight.

Wombat drops Sagien off at his house around one.

Everything was quiet at home. Everyone was asleep. Sagien walks into his room quietly and gets ready for bed.

He snuggles up to his girlfriend and slowly falls asleep.

As he draws his last wakeful breath, he asks her, "What's wombat's away message?"

"Yeah, suckit, homeless!"

My Shadow is Superior to Yours

We're gonna give this a real try, I guess.

Current picture. It's the most currentest. Do you see how gorgeous I've gotten?

romg drool

The cat is named Madeline. I think that's how it's spelled.

She's all black and has green eyes, which she refused to show. We share a weird sort of social anxiety. She's capable of being comfortable around people, but she has to get used to them. If she's not used to them, she gets anxious and overcleans herself, as made evident by two stretches of balding patches on her lower back, both about as wide as her tongue. So, yeah. That's my cat, sort of. I only have her for a little bit. We're both socially inept.

Last night, I gave her catnip.

Anyway, life's been kind of like a zoo lately. Lots of people have been over, on almost a daily basis just because I have roommates now. See, Madeline is used to living with just me. And like srsly.. this cat really really likes me. She follows me around like a dog. In fact, she's sitting next to me right now. She isn't at all used to having plenty of humans around.

I kind of thought it'd be cool and super villain like to have an all black cat with green eyes. That's not the case though.

She likes to lick me.

If you have comments about the cat, feel free to make them here. Like, how cool her name is or something..

The End of Times

I know you guys probably aren't reading this anymore, or maybe you are. I know I've had a few ask me when I'll be writing again.

Well, let's see if we can get everyone up to speed?

Where I've Been.

"It's a shame that nobody writes on ISSF anymore."

A sentiment I've heard over and over again in the last few months. Those who are close would know why nobody's written anything here in awhile.

Several of us are undergoing some changes.

Some of us are starting to believe that pointing out the flaws in people require a certain energy that seems too expensive to expell. What I mean is that we've kind of outgrown this.

A shame indeed.

I love his website. I love everything about it. It embodies everything about me and all the attention people(mostly just friends) shower upon me. What's not to love?

Having this site is like fucking someone you shouldn't be fucking. Reading the back issues of ISSF brings back memories of times leading up to now. Not just the times I wrote about but also of the times that I didn't write about.

It's a gem.

Let's get back to that later. We did title this section "Where I've Been."

Well, I've been involved with other things.

I've quit playing MUD. I also no longer play WoW.

Also, I've moved into a house with roommates. People. The cat isn't taking to it too well. She has some kind of cat social anxiety disorder according to Google. She just keeps licking herself in one spot over and over again. Google said it might be because of anxiety because of a change in her environment. Well, we did just go from just me and her to a house with two other people and several people moving in and out.

It'd be a lot to take in if you were a cat.

Like I said, undergoing some changes.

So what am I doing with my time?

Well, these days, I'm mostly on a 24 hour schedule. I sleep in naps that usually take about four hours. I work the overnight shift in a massive purple glowing building, so I'm up all night. It seems that I've been requiring less sleep lately.

So, yeah work. But that's only eight hours.

I've been involving myself in other projects. I don't wish to say anything more about them until they get closer to fruition.

The last couple of years(after Radio Shack) have been an adventure. Perhaps I'll write about that here.

Should I? Or should I just let this place be and say my farewells?

[IMs answering this question will be summarily ignored. That's what comments are for.]

In any case, things have gone from good to bad to somewhat good again. I'm just not sure if I'm ready to tell those stories.

Or maybe someone will just find John Walley? I can give him a nice healthy dose of forgiveness.

Hah.