Birthday • 1988-08-10 Gender •
Male Location • Dancin' with Enkidu. Member Since • 2003-08-12 Occupation • Robot Lord of Kyoto. Real Name • Kenneth.
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Achievements • Painting our sky ocean. Anime Fan Since • I saw Sailor Moon. Favorite Anime • Last Exile, Infinite Ryvius, Da Capo, Air, El Hazard, Rozen Maiden, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. Goals • Dynastic cycle. Hobbies • All rise. Talents • Thumbs down.
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'War is God's way of teaching Americans geography.'
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Kya- It was a fun trip. In my opinion too many people go on vacations to go and see tons of shit- I mean, I take vacations to just sit around in a comfortable setting and do nothing, lol.
Katamari Damacy! Dunanananananana~
Irish- The world would be still and quiet! The moon would not shine, the sun would not beam, the waves would not roll and the Earth itself would not rotate without faux-jaded teens and young adults. Without their collective melodramatic energies the universe as we know it would be totally fucked.
Short hair is blowful. It was better shaggy, yeah? Perhaps! A mystery it is.
Whatever you have to say about Iran it's obvious that their President (the esteemed and well-mannered Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, whose name I cannot spell without first looking it up) is dragging them to a possible war more than anyone else. If I look up 'belligerence' I'd find it's definition matches both President Bush (whose name I can spell without looking it up, points to me, huh?) and President Ahmadinejad's attitude- specifically Ahmad-san (I'm not typing out that fucking long ass name again) and his continued ranting. My good friend has recently said that he heard that they were planning to nuke Iran to stop them from getting nukes. Isn't that hilarious? I mean, surely you guys see the irony. "Hey, dude, we're scared you'll get nukes and use them offensively.. so we're going to have to nuke you to stop that, savvy? Nothing personal, bruh." In any event, if nukes are used on Iran you'll see a fun series of events where every other country on the planet reacts to that and submits what they perceive to be their very-important opinion. The only opinion I'd look out for is Russia's- the Cold War might be dead but it doesn't seem to want to stay that way. I must have some kind of fuck-up in my head but I find the prospect of any new wars very interesting. I'd love to watch an American-Iran war- that would be pretty amusing. Here's to hoping the idiocy in the minds of Ahmad-san and Bush-ahou continue.
Fiesta is going on (Aleia has an informative link in her blog to it that I could dig up but three or four clicks is three or four clicks too many) but a secret between you and me is that I avoid that shit like the plague. Thousands upon thousands of people pour into Downtown S.A. I mean, shit, the traffic alone would raise my blood pressure to dangerous levels. For all you yankee pieces of shit basically fiesta is.. just that. We get 'festive'- it's a party celebrating the Texan's victory at San Jacinto and to remember the heroes that died at the Alamo. By now, however, it's more like a giant party that gets bigger and bigger- sure, we remember San Jacinto/the Alamo but it is, basically, a party. Drink it up, eat it up, sex it up, live it up. Smexy.
Tom Cruise needs to calm down. I mean, Mr. Cruise, I know you've become a idiot-peon of Scientology but you don't have to cause pain and torment everywhere you go with your rants and excessive energy. Think of the children, sir. I beg of you as a fellow human to stop the destruction.
Irish- Party at your place! *busts through the wall like the Kool-Aide Guy*
Ohhhh yeah!
Tetsusaiga- You should go on one. I don't recommend Dallas- it's stuffy and the traffic is horrid.
All work and no play makes tetsusaiga a dull boy(?).
Where does his ghost now roam? What towers, what vast places does he now haunt? INDEED, Where can I find his cursed shackles, the depths of his sorrow- where does it reside, that beating heart, that lonesome beating heart? I desire to see it dead.
Theme song of this post: Passion by Hikaru Utada.
I am shocked to see you all again- but I have survived my glorious trip to Dallas mostly intact. Many great battles were fought- indeed, it was a difficult fight to get back to San Antonio, but I have arrived. And, once again, Waxahachie is an awesome place to stop for gasoline.. and not much else. But the Diet Dr. Pepper (the berries and cream version) I got there was the best thing I have ever tasted. Indeed, it was ambrosia- or drugs, perhaps. Maybe a mix of drugs, ambrosia and sex. Anyway, combine all the addictive and delicious things (drugs are delicious? sex is delicious? Well I mean, sex is but..) into one small package and you have Diet Dr. Pepper Berries and Cream. You must try some- you will never drink any other caffeinated beverage but it ever again.
Without fail anytime anyone asks a group of young adults about emotions (specifically the question of what emotions you feel the strongest) 90 percent of the answers involve some sort of negative emotion. Depression, anger, hatred, self-loathing and the horrible, utterly deplorable emotion of "happiness". I'm not sure what has happened to curse these poor, poor.. uh.. children(?) with such negative emotions but I do hope that they find some sort of closure with their angst soon because it's really dragging me down, I have to say. I hope that the problems they face- the harsh, unyielding reality that drags them down to the deep, deep, deep, deep, DEEP depths of the abyss they now exist in- are not so horrible, so utterly nightmarish that they cannot face the next day full of the slings and arrows of life. Fight on, melodramatic young adults! Fight on and reach for your dreams, your hopes, your aspirations.. TOGETHER, yes together, we can achieve so much and put aside our petty, (pitiable), (irritating), (silly) problems.
*takes a sip from his Diet Dr. Pepper Berries and Cream* Mmmm~~ Delicious and addictive.
I've seen many a movie in the last week- V for Vendetta was very good. I'm not pro-Democracy (SORRY GUYS) but the message was still easily agreed with. The plot was coherent and deep enough to draw you in, the acting was great (especially V's dialogue) and the special effects were very enjoyably realistic. I didn't have any problems with it- in fact, I couldn't really form a coherent opinion of it for several days. I went into it not knowing what to expect- an action movie? A typical comic book movie? A deep philosophical examination of a corrupted government system spiced up with giant explosions? My questions go unanswered still but I do know one thing- all the movie needed was a bit more cowbell.
Lord of War is sexy as well. I enjoyed it more than V for Vendetta because I have a hearty appetite for dark humor. Like, "GIVE ME MORE PREASE" levels of want. The message was.. a message that I got, but don't fully agree with. I'm not a pacifist.. or pro-gun control. War is something that humans cannot give up. Our aggression and our expansionist tendencies can never be forgotten- it's in our blood. Your ancestors, my ancestors all killed and had blood on their hands. The countries you live in were created (or, possibly, destroyed) by warfare. Your freedoms, your ability to make a livelihood- all of it depends on past bloodshed.. and, likewise, present or future bloodshed will affect your children's lives. We do it well, really. We have an uncanny sense of ingenuity in regards to killing devices- maybe an unhealthy addiction to violence. That effect when you drive past a car wreck where you just have to see- it interests us, in a macabre way. But, indeed, the movie is worth a watch.
We watched Pirates of the Caribbean twice- I had seen it already but, come on. It's POTC. You have to watch it once in awhile just for the rum part of the movie. "No!!! Not good, stop! Not good.. What're you doing?! You're burning all the food, the shade.... the rum!" "Yes. The rum is gone." "Why is the rum gone?!" "One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels; two, that signal is over a thousand feet high! The entire Royal Navy is looking for me. Do you really think there's even the slightest chance that they won't see it?" "But why is the rum gone?!" Awesome.
While there I beat We <3 Katamari. That leaves only the handheld Katamari Damacy that I have not beaten. I WILL CONQUER IT SOON.
I shall slaughter the remnants of his person, his being- the very thoughts, desires and dreams that broken shell has left. Watch it shatter, watch it burn- watch the last scene play out. When the curtain falls, who will be left to mourn his loss? No one.
P.P.S. I cannot deliver this poem to the person it is intended for. Therefore, I impart it to you all so it still has meaning.
Guilty as charged, friends
Released- freedom rings!
I can feel a great weight lifted~
Only to be dropped upon me again
I apologize! Truly and really I do,
Your memories still ring true, promises; promises..
Similar to a rose, I recall your thorns
But you were such a Goddess they didn't matter at all
Your death, woeful as it was
Perhaps I have moved on from it
And the ghastly images haven't left yet
But the happy memories will hopefully never fade
Your hand.. and mine, together again
Such dreams have crossed my mind
An impossibility but dreams are always such
I know you have moved to another chapter!
The great abyss; indeed, the great beyond
To lives and people beyond just I
So, live on! Your scars still sting
And I rejoice that they do
I won't forget those winter nights
When I watched you sail away
I wish I had remembered to wave goodbye
All I could do was feel myself slip away
But I know you sailed on smiling
And only now can I smile back
So, live on! My cross is light as always
I still march on, my cup never empty
Call on me and I will come
Wherever
Or whoever
You are now
My sweet rose.
P.P.P.S. Perfidious is my new favorite word. I SERIOUSLY need you all to start saying it. Say it tons. All the time. Well, not that much- just enough so it keeps it's magic.
Thank you in advance.
P.P.P.P.S. IT'S TWO FOR THE PRICE OF ONE TODAY ON ALL SALES OF CRAPPY KEN POETRY.
I have a vision of a place of rest
A place that's best
For friends and family
Could that be reality?
Will we ever see
The day that Gods and Men
And Men and Gods
Go hand in hand
To places far beyond this land
To things we never imagined we could see
And become things we never imagined we could be
Transcend petty nationalistic tendancies
Overcome boundries and have some sympathy
For brothers and sisters we all are
Realize that and you've come far
It's not just me or you
There is so much for all of us to do
Goals to make,
Steps to take
And I can hardly wait.
Thus, then, did they celebrate the funeral of Hector.
Lea- :/
You fool, Warren is DEAD!
Theme song of this post: Hands in the Sky (Big Shot) by Straylight Run.
There's something appealing about writing something macabre. Writing something with the goal of making it ghastly- something that will drip in someone's mind like a bad dream. Make it possess them, ferment in their heads- the images you weave with what poor writing skills you can muster up. Somehow, portraying the blackness in the heart's of men is appealing to me because it amuses me to see people's reactions.
Granted, the broad stroke of fiction on OtakuBoards is angsty. But, angst is not a nightmare. Angst is not horrifying. Angst is, usually, melodrama at best- it concerns them but it is really hard for yourself to care. What is truly horrifying, what reeks of nightmares and death, is how you gain amusing reactions. I don't claim to be good at it but I do claim to be amused at the reactions it garners- call it a morbid pleasure. Pessimistically I could claim that I don't ever really enjoy happy endings- they are charming to be sure but they never fully fill me up because they seem so unrealistic. I think, realistically, it can really be said there is evil in this world and it can manifest itself in forms too dire to consider- if you can portray that on paper, an evil that sends someone into a tizzy imagining it, kudos to you.
Though, I don't think people really understand that what they are afraid of typically [heights, spiders, clowns] are only the very tip of what horror is. I would imagine horror to be something deeper- losing your soulmate to death, watching someone get hit by a car, walking into a room and seeing blood splatters everywhere- that is true horror, those are things that can really kill a person's heart multiple times over. It does not manifest itself in such petty fears, it manifests itself in something so overwhelming, something so shocking that when you see it your brain does not register it immediately. You do not stop remembering it, it does not every leave you and I doubt that such things ever would. True horror never dies in your memories. It really is haunting, a ghastly thing that slowly poisons you and reverberates every so often to remind you of just what has transpired.
I'm not really sure what the deal is with RPGs/Fanfiction these days. It never seems to be interesting, really. It lacks originality. It lacks the morbid realism of life. It lacks bloodshed, I guess. There is violence, but there is not enough realistic death or realistic pessimism for my tastes. I'd like to say that the filter that hangs over my eyes makes me interpret most of the world in shades of drearier colors- the regal depression of a dark purple, the drab bleakness of gray, the all-consuming might of black, etc. These stories seem to be in shades of red, orange or pink- stuff that I don't really tune into easily.
Lamentably, I don't think I can appreciate the optimism in some stories. Neither can I tolerate people trying to be funny in their stories when, unfortunately, they have no sense of humor. It's awkward to sense someone forcing jokes into their story and watching them bomb- I mean, totally bomb. I might not be the funniest person on Earth but I can certainly tell when someone else is unfunny as well. I suppose that I might be unfairly harsh since, well, I'm an asswipe. And, you know, I might just not give a fuck sometimes about people's feelings about their creative work since.. I'm an asswipe. I suppose the general consensus should be that I'm an asswipe at times. I'm actually a very charming young man, of course. Full of spunk, spirit and glee. Hah. Fuck that.
I'm not sure what to take away from the Oscars. Usually when I discuss my reaction to them it involves the word proletariat so you can tell what direction those tangents go in. There's something wrong with watching a bunch of people celebrate their talents so lavishly while that money could go to so many more important things- education, healthcare, orphans, widows, veterans, seniors, reducing the strain on College Student's wallets, etc.. I suppose that it's necessary as something has to entertain people but I just have a negative reaction to all the glitz and glamour. I'm glad that guy from Capote won an Oscar- that movie was awesome.
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty.
Later.
P.S. Those Volkswagen commercials are awesome. Yo Mike, if you want us to unpimp this thing let me hear you say.. vat?
P.P.S. Grandia III is disappointing. Don't shell out the cash for it. It will leave you barren and hollow, a wasteland of despair. Hahaha.
P.P.P.S. Oh, snap. It's almost spring break. TIME FOR A PARTY. Comments (2) |
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I had never given a man who had been charged with assault twice a ride to his home before. Surprisingly, it was pleasant. Haha, nah. That's unfair to him. He's a cool guy. But, yeah. Alot of interesting people around these parts I suppose. Not Aleia though. Aleia is not an interesting resident of San Antonio. She just takes up space. =/
The weather around here the last few days has included precipitation- holy fuck. I mean, seriously, we haven't had any rainfall at all in half a year. However, it has been kind of a wintery rain- the kind of rain that seems depressed as it slowly drizzles down onto yourself. Late at night, fog rolls in and if you take a walk you feel like you've been placed into some kind of archetypal slasher flick- you can barely see beyond 10 feet, if that. Amusing, you know? Kind of refreshing too.
While I was at Best Buy yesterday this Sgt. started giving me a sales pitch to join the army- I was like amusedly listening to him. He seemed like an honestly nice guy.. but I never thought someone would try to recruit me at Best Buy. Imagine, I'm a slightly overweight, glasses wearing white guy holding Grandia III and someone has the inclination that I could do pretty damn well in the Army. What the fuck? I couldn't fight off an invasion of happy little fairies if I was armed to the teeth with pixie-seeking missiles, why the hell are you coming to me. You must be hurting for recruits, man.
Serious topics of discussion-
Al Askari Mosque Bombing and the retaliations- What the hell? The attack could be considered brilliant depending on what their goal was but, jesus, for a religion that keeps pleading with the general public that they are not prone to violence this kind of situation seems to come up a lot.
Well, how much more fucked can the U.S. occupation get? This is just really bad luck for them.
The Winter Olympics- What the FUCK. Why haven't I watched any part of these?
Impression: This book is pretty awesome so far- even though it's clearly just setting the foundation for the real action to come. It could be offensive to some people via the.. colorful language that it uses at times. I hope it turns out to be really good.. even if I paid 4 dollars for it (for a new copy!).
Theme song of this post: If You Talk Too Much by People in Planes.
Working at Wendy's is a maelstrom of weirdocity.
That opening sentence is a mouthful, yes, but it is accurate as hell in describing my first few weeks of working in the great field of Fast Food Bitchery that I have entered of free will. The people there run the gambit of personality types and it's a wonder that they all get along- they are all so different. Thugs with pop princesses and quiet white people [not me]. It's a microcosm of.. somewhere, I'm sure. I'll avoid speaking ill of any of them since, as this is the age of information, nothing I say here is really confidential. Maybe I could get away with complimenting them one by one.
Haha. Yeah, right.
I got my first paycheck today and I plan to celebrate by going to the mall tomorrow and purchasing myself something.. uh.. purchasable. Just, something. You know to celebrate surviving the flurry of nugget making, sandwich fucking uppery and general folly that has destroyed the relatively calm life I had prior. With any luck my forthcoming purchase will be Tales of Legendia which is due to be released on the 7th.. which means it will be out on the 9th knowing luck, fate and the acts of god that release dates seem to slam into often.
I got a new computer. I'd spit out the specs at you but I'm not that bored. It can run BattleField 2 at full power without missing a beat though so, you know- all the more beautiful graphics to me. The case is sleek too- for once I have a computer case that is a Bentley instead of a Mazda. Sexy.
Serious topics of discussion-
Muhammed cartoons controversy- Free speech should not be sacrificed for religion. As witless as the cartoons are the actions taken should not lead us onto a road to theocracy. Religion has no place in government. Religion is not a good mix with government. Religions cannot replace government. People require the government and some of them require spirituality- but not a mix of the two. Much can be said of the cartoons but much more can be said of the reaction to them- neither side is impressive, coherent or proving anything to, at the very least, myself.
Burning down the embassies of others is probably not the best way to make a point against a cartoon that portrays Muhammed as wearing a bomb for a turban either. The idiocy rampant in that Danish newspaper seems to have infected the entire Arabian peninsula. I would recommend we take swift and strong action to contain the ignorance before it strikes us all into a pitiable state of mudslinging that has no place in a even slightly intelligent society.
Iran- Few steps away from war being inevitable, aren't we?
Ground war wouldn't be difficult. The United States doesn't need overwhelming numbers to outclass most enemies (especially in the Middle East). However an occupation is an occupation- it always requires significant manpower to keep the peace and rebuild the state that you just destroyed. I believe that the numbers in Iraq are not enough and that if we attempted to occupy Iran that we would be seriously overstretched (if we are not already).
However, I doubt they'd occupy Iran. Merely shake them up a bit with an overwhelming amount of military superiority (like the First Gulf War).
Twenty bucks Israel starts the war. They're a little antsy about this kind of thing.
President Bush's SOTU address- The dog in the audience seemed to enjoy it.
OtakuBoards topics of discussion-
You don't -want- to be a moderator. You just think you want to be one. It doesn't confirm you as being a recognized member of the community- you already are one. They just ask you to pick up the trash while you are fucking around in whatever forums you frequent. All these disillusioned dreams of moderator-hood are based on a false idea of what one is, lol.
And- OtakuBoards FanFics, while interesting, seem to be falling into self-made cliches. I guess that might be the purpose of them but, you know, whatever.
For the inept: Press Play.
For the 56kers: Poor baby. :(
For the deaf: It rocks.
For the blind: It's Jimi Hendrix.
For Aleia: GTFO >:O.
For all others: MIA due to sickness. Something meaningful, but less rocking, soon to come. Comments (1) |
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Sunday, January 8, 2006
Sing your deathsong.
Comments on commentary-
Leaful- Texas has the best infrastructure in all of the United States. We rock.
Roxie- Waxahachie was awesome. I hope you can see it someday. :>
Irish- Yeah, driving through Texas is a longwinded affair. Pretty vast state, as you know. There is alot of beautiful terrain out there though so I suppose that make it worthwhile.
Man, I've been wanting to write you a letter but there's been alot of shit happening lately. Ummm. Until I get around to it all you get is a pat on the head. *pat pat*
Tyrannis.
Theme song of this post: Beautiful Child by Madelyne.
I got a job at Wendy's. Awesome, desu ne? But, you know, you have to start somewhere and a job at Wendy's is just the sort of launching platform I need. Indeed, Dave Thomas himself [as I learned at the 2 hour long orientation yesterday] started out in the food service business and eventually went on to construct a vast restaurant empire. My goals are the same as the late Mr. Thomas' and someday McKen's will be a global name with a plethora of locations in every country on Earth except for France. But, really, I did get a job there. My first day of work is tomorrow and I'm a late shift/closer for them. I think I'm getting paid a pretty healthy amount.. 6.75 starting pay. Much better than the minimum wage around here, that's for sure.
Man, the orientation was an ordeal I tell you that much. The manager who was supposed to supervise it was late, lol. None of the hirees were late but the person in charge of it was. Equally bad was the fact that no one had a key to the store.. so all of the hirees were standing around in the cold (it was about 8 AM and freezing) until a person who worked at that Wendy's came and opened it up for us. Once we were finally getting started we had to watch this DVD.. I'm not really sure how to describe it. I guess it's necessary to, you know, inform the hirees of company policies and the company vision but I just.. I dunno, the entire thing was just. *shakes head* You'd just have to experience that kind of thing for yourself, really. <_<; It was kind of.. humorously bad, lol. That's the only way I can describe it.
Aside from that, I saw most of my old crew yesterday at a memorial for a late friend of our's. The old crew= most of my friends from my days as a Jehovah's Witness. They are all doing well.. to various degrees. I felt like a black sheep while there but, you know, I'm content with knowing they are alright. Most of the people you know now you will eventually have to walk away from- you just have to see them off with a smile. In my opinion as long as they are doing okay all is well. People spend too much time fretting over if they are drifting apart. I know that I, personally, just try to keep it where if I do meet them again we'll click and pick up right where we left off. That's all you can do, really.
I'm playing World of Warcraft again. I don't think any OBers play WoW, lol. Most of the people I talk to are addicted to Guild Wars in totality so that doesn't leave too much room for a MMO you have to pay for to play. Anyway, if any of you join WoW in the near future make sure to create you character on the DragonBlight server if you want to be on the same one as I. I'm on the Horde's side as an Orc Warlock. His name is Saeko so drop me a line sometime and we'll talk/group/whatever. I'm only level 22 [I started back into WoW only a week ago] so I am not too leet. My Succubus is sexy though, mwahah.
Regicide.
I hope you all had a good holiday season. Keep it real.
I looked to the heavens and there you were.
Comments on commentary-
All of you- Hey, who wants some cookies?!
.. not tragedies.
Theme song of this post: London Beckoned Songs About Money By Machines by Panic! At The Disco [This band rocks.]
Cease your comments area party! I have returned from the depths of.. .. somewhere. Rejoice.
Anyway, yes. I spent Thanksgiving Week on a mini-vacation away from the horrid nothingness I have to do here. It was a grand time filled with harrowing driving by the part of my friend [I almost died, seriously] and merriment getting to know his eccentric family. We ended up in Hot Springs, Arkansas for Thanksgiving Day and two days afterwords. There, my friend's brother [who is Emo.. like, for real] and his Dad [who is.. something] attempted to pick up chicks. In Hot Springs fucking Arkansas. Dead serious. Nothing against the fine females of Hot Springs, Arkansas but what the hell. Needless to say they didn't get too much action. Anyway, the entire trip was quite fun.
However, I don't want to drive that much for at least four months. That was a pain.. on my mind and my ass. On my way back I had the worst luck ever. I-35 cuts right through the middle of Austin [as in the capital of the fucking state of Texas] and I got there at goddamn rush hour. What pisses me off is when you are sitting in a sea of cars and the electric sign above you says "congestion ahead". At that point in time I think there should be a law allowing you to just turn to the person in the lane next to you, get out and beat them with a stick or something. Better yet: Make the signs say "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". I'm sure Dante would have found it's use in that situation appropriate.
I felt even sorry for this guy next to me: Imagine, I-35 is this massive highway.. four lanes for both directions. Somewhere prior to the beginning of downtown Austin there is a minor split- the inner two lanes go down, the upper two go up. The lower two are where most/all of the exits are.. and I am accidentally there since, in bumper to bumper traffic, there wasn't much I could to to persuade the people in the other lane to let me in. So I'm crawling through the lower area and the guy next to me rolls his window down and gestures for me to roll mine down. I turn down my music, do so and he asks me for directions to the Erwin Center. I really feel sorry for the guy since.. you know, I'm not -from there-. I inform him of this and he is really bummed out. Man, imagine, he's sitting in traffic where you go a mile in five hours and asking for directions. That poor son of a bitch, lol.
But Austin is really awesome. It's one of the faster growing cities in the nation, if I remember right. Houses alot of dotcom and telecommunications companies. The Texas State Capital Building is a pretty cool thing to see, too- it's actually taller than the national capital, lol. The skylines of Austin and Dallas were pretty refreshing.. I'm used to the skyscrapers we have here [which are nothing to really brag about, especially having visited New York City several years back]. Anyway, bitching about driving aside, I think that people really need to take one or two road trips a year. Scenery, skylines and such.. that's all worth the pain.
More random stories: Ever been to Waxahachie, Texas? It's a great little town about 30 miles south of Dallas with nothing there. Now, you ask, why was I in Waxahachie, Texas? Well, to tell you the truth, I was almost out of gas. And, to my great rage, there were no gas stations on my side of the highway.. and no turnarounds in sight. See, Texas has a really high population.. but tons of space. We've barely touched the space we have at our disposal and so there is -tons- of nothing between the huge cities in Texas. When I say nothing, I mean like.. nothing. Nothing nothing. Anyway, I was blissfully unaware of the fact that I was almost out of gas as I left Dallas [getting out of Dallas was kind of a bitch since, whoa, who the fuck designed your road network dude?] and I noticed this just as I was beyond the point of no return. So, I carried on.. praying that the Gods of Petrol would reward my diligent waste of money on their product with a well placed gas station. This was not to be. So, I decided, I'll go to a town- and that town was the great town of Waxahachie. It was a mile or so off of the highway but hey- I needed gas.
I was impressed, I have to say, by the things to see in Waxahachie. There was a bridge. Indeed, there was a bridge. And an employment center. Combined with the bridge I was struck with awe at the splendors my eyes had not seen before. And, beyond that, there was the Holy Grail- a Shell Gas Station selling gasoline for 1.96 a gallon. I felt such an outpouring of joy at that moment that I swear that there were tears in my eyes. I filled up with gasoline, got myself a drink- I even took a piss! All this and more in the wonderful land of Waxahachie. Unfortunately, I had a journey to return to.. so I said my farewells to the denizens of that magical place and left, returning to my Odyssey. What really takes the cake of that entire episode is that one exit beyond the one for Waxahachie [well hidden by an overpass and a forest] was an exit that lead directly to two gas stations right along the highway. I'm not kidding. The only silver lining to that is that they were selling it for 2.15 a gallon.. what a waste! Those poor mother fuckers.. you should have gone to Waxahachie!
In other news, I almost killed someones dog today. How you ask? Well it picked a fight with my car.. as I was driving it.. around a corner... at 15 mph. I would imagine that the odds are that my car would win a fight against a cocker spaniel but, you know, they don't make cars like they used to. Thankfully I stopped in time to avoid destroying someone's holiday season.. and that's somewhat good. Sort of. I guess.
Gaming blurb: Dragon Quest VIII rocks. Nocturne rocks. We <3 Katamari rocks. Zuo Ci on Dynasty Warriors 5: Xtreme Legends rocks.
I believe this may call for a proper introduction.
