Woke up early this morning. It was foggy, and I could barely see twenty feet out the window. I don't think this fog will do the palm trees any good. But seriously, fog. In a desert. And I still can't find him!
Seriously, you'd think he'd learn to clean up his messes by now.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Not Much
Happy July 4th, people who live in America and/or have something to celebrate on this day. For everyone else, Happy Some Other Day.
Also, nothing from What's His Face. Or non-face, if you really think about it. Which I suppose is good.
Also, I really wish they'd find my liver. At this rate I'm not going to have an open casket funeral.
Also, nothing from What's His Face. Or non-face, if you really think about it. Which I suppose is good.
Also, I really wish they'd find my liver. At this rate I'm not going to have an open casket funeral.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Oh shit
I don't know. I think they're covering it up, but it's the type of thing you don't ever expect to see. Unless you happen to be living in a poorly written sci-fi soap opera. But I'm not. At least I don't think I am. (and if it turns out I am, fuck you, writer!)
I guess there are just some things the human mind wasn't meant to comprehend. I keep looking over my shoulder, expecting to see him standing there ominously, like some sort of horrible Where's Waldo background fixture. Sometimes I think I can hear him at night, see him from the corner of my eye. He's never there. But he will be. The most horrible part is knowing that it was soon. I could see that.
I think I know how people feel when doctors tell them they have only so long to live. I want to run away screaming, maybe find some nice, hot Caribbean island for the next six months before he comes to rip my heart out of my chest. They still haven't found it, you know. I don't think they ever will. I wish I could just skip college and do something with my life, except I can't. I know that staying here would make me a sitting duck, but I don't know if trying to run would just bring me closer.
Maybe this is all an elaborate prank, and I truly hope it is. Or maybe I'll wake up one night and hear the beating of a heart that isn't mine.
I guess there are just some things the human mind wasn't meant to comprehend. I keep looking over my shoulder, expecting to see him standing there ominously, like some sort of horrible Where's Waldo background fixture. Sometimes I think I can hear him at night, see him from the corner of my eye. He's never there. But he will be. The most horrible part is knowing that it was soon. I could see that.
I think I know how people feel when doctors tell them they have only so long to live. I want to run away screaming, maybe find some nice, hot Caribbean island for the next six months before he comes to rip my heart out of my chest. They still haven't found it, you know. I don't think they ever will. I wish I could just skip college and do something with my life, except I can't. I know that staying here would make me a sitting duck, but I don't know if trying to run would just bring me closer.
Maybe this is all an elaborate prank, and I truly hope it is. Or maybe I'll wake up one night and hear the beating of a heart that isn't mine.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Slender Man Musings
TV Tropes, this is somehow all your fault. I don't care that you're not actually a living entity, I am never sleeping at night again.
If you're reading this post, I'm going to assume you either already know about Slender Man or have clicked on the above link, so I refuse to accept any responsibility for what happens to you, nor will I explain about Slender Man.
So, Slender Man. A tall, skinny, faceless child stalker with the apparent ability to sprout tentacles at need who at first glance wouldn’t sound out of place in porn. In fact, if he ever decides to stop being a horrible evil eldritch abomination, I wouldn’t mind watching him in a production of some other capacity. It would certainly keep me from declaring war on the trees of the world, which I somehow don’t see ending happily.
So, technical stuff: the idea of an eldritch abomination like Slender Man existing goes back quite a bit. So do ideas of certain aspects of Slender Man's appearance. He resembles quite a few other villainous characters throughout fictional and nonfictional history, and I'm not going to list them all here, because who knows where that will end? I personally don't believe he exists, but if anything like him would be created, I hope it would be by the Tulpa Effect, because the alternative is worse. Much, much worse. I’d take my existentialism over cosmic horror any day.
After my first Something Awful binge of the original thread, I did what only dedicated computer nerds/internet addicts are willing to do; I began looking up different blogs/vlogs/etc. Hooray for me, because quite a few of them were unintuitive, and some of them were just plain terrible. Once Sturgeon’s Law stopped battering me in the face, I went over and rewatched my favorite parts of Marble Hornets. Three hours later, I had a final exam, wherein I scribbled Operator-related things in the margins and unused sections of my blue book. The grader probably thinks I'm an impending psychopath now. Thanks, Slender Man. In any case, I learned a wonderful lesson; physics sucks.
A week into the Slender Man, and I’ve barely finished some of the earliest “recordings”. Except EverymanHYBRID. I refuse to touch EverymanHYBRID until I miraculously find several hundred free hours and a decent Internet connection. EverymanHYBRID is absolutely huge in a way my mind doesn’t want to comprehend. It’s like trying to read what some people call the “third gen” blogs all at once. I think that if I tried I’d end up taking a chainsaw to my computer, and then where would I be? (Hint: It would be very similar to what happened when I found that CUT! had gone missing. The Madness Place is not fun.)
Update: I just found the Slendeparodies! Yay! Now we just need one gigantic crossover for Slender Man to not be scary anymore! Also, we need to find whoever wrote/sang “Gimme 20 Dollaz” and do something I probably shouldn’t post on this blog to him.
So yeah. That's pretty much my brush with Slender Man. So far. Other than that, summer’s been pretty tame. I can’t wait for school to start.
Disclaimer: TV Tropes will steal your life. Don't say I didn't warn you.
If you're reading this post, I'm going to assume you either already know about Slender Man or have clicked on the above link, so I refuse to accept any responsibility for what happens to you, nor will I explain about Slender Man.
So, Slender Man. A tall, skinny, faceless child stalker with the apparent ability to sprout tentacles at need who at first glance wouldn’t sound out of place in porn. In fact, if he ever decides to stop being a horrible evil eldritch abomination, I wouldn’t mind watching him in a production of some other capacity. It would certainly keep me from declaring war on the trees of the world, which I somehow don’t see ending happily.
So, technical stuff: the idea of an eldritch abomination like Slender Man existing goes back quite a bit. So do ideas of certain aspects of Slender Man's appearance. He resembles quite a few other villainous characters throughout fictional and nonfictional history, and I'm not going to list them all here, because who knows where that will end? I personally don't believe he exists, but if anything like him would be created, I hope it would be by the Tulpa Effect, because the alternative is worse. Much, much worse. I’d take my existentialism over cosmic horror any day.
After my first Something Awful binge of the original thread, I did what only dedicated computer nerds/internet addicts are willing to do; I began looking up different blogs/vlogs/etc. Hooray for me, because quite a few of them were unintuitive, and some of them were just plain terrible. Once Sturgeon’s Law stopped battering me in the face, I went over and rewatched my favorite parts of Marble Hornets. Three hours later, I had a final exam, wherein I scribbled Operator-related things in the margins and unused sections of my blue book. The grader probably thinks I'm an impending psychopath now. Thanks, Slender Man. In any case, I learned a wonderful lesson; physics sucks.
A week into the Slender Man, and I’ve barely finished some of the earliest “recordings”. Except EverymanHYBRID. I refuse to touch EverymanHYBRID until I miraculously find several hundred free hours and a decent Internet connection. EverymanHYBRID is absolutely huge in a way my mind doesn’t want to comprehend. It’s like trying to read what some people call the “third gen” blogs all at once. I think that if I tried I’d end up taking a chainsaw to my computer, and then where would I be? (Hint: It would be very similar to what happened when I found that CUT! had gone missing. The Madness Place is not fun.)
Update: I just found the Slendeparodies! Yay! Now we just need one gigantic crossover for Slender Man to not be scary anymore! Also, we need to find whoever wrote/sang “Gimme 20 Dollaz” and do something I probably shouldn’t post on this blog to him.
So yeah. That's pretty much my brush with Slender Man. So far. Other than that, summer’s been pretty tame. I can’t wait for school to start.
Disclaimer: TV Tropes will steal your life. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Time and Time Again
Things change.
It's why people experience nostalgia. Sometimes life changes for the better, and sometimes it doesn't. I sometimes wonder what would have happened had I not talked to this person, gone to that place, and then I remind myself I'm being an idiot because I can't unsee things, and there is no such thing as brain bleach. That will never change, so there's no use feeling regret.
Sometimes, late at night, when I stare at my ceiling blankly, I can almost feel the time passing by. My arm twitches; I could have done so many things, been so much. I blink; a third of a second, lost forever. The rest of my life is that much shorter. What if I never find enough time, in the end?
And now I'm ending this post before it gets too depressing, because that would truly be a waste of time.
Edit 19/6/11: Must stop writing maudlin crap.
It's why people experience nostalgia. Sometimes life changes for the better, and sometimes it doesn't. I sometimes wonder what would have happened had I not talked to this person, gone to that place, and then I remind myself I'm being an idiot because I can't unsee things, and there is no such thing as brain bleach. That will never change, so there's no use feeling regret.
Sometimes, late at night, when I stare at my ceiling blankly, I can almost feel the time passing by. My arm twitches; I could have done so many things, been so much. I blink; a third of a second, lost forever. The rest of my life is that much shorter. What if I never find enough time, in the end?
And now I'm ending this post before it gets too depressing, because that would truly be a waste of time.
Edit 19/6/11: Must stop writing maudlin crap.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Obligatory Introductory First Post
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Hello World.
I suppose this is the obligatory introductory first post, where I explain everything about me that you don't want to know and nothing about me that you do. So, here goes:
1. To be honest, I started this blog mostly because of other blogs. I don't know what it says about me, and I really don't know what it says about you.
2. Yay, internet! That aside, I'm currently a college student living in California. Where in California depends on what time of year it happens to be. I've heard other people describe me as "fat Asian girl", "the crazy one", and "who?".
3. This blog is a repository of what I choose to write. Therefore, Disclaimer: Things written on this blog may or may not be true. I am not responsible for what happens to readers of this blog. Feel free to input constructive criticism, but flames will be used to FEED THE FIRES OF MY DELIGHT. That last part makes no sense.
Congratulations and thanks for getting this far.
Hello World.
I suppose this is the obligatory introductory first post, where I explain everything about me that you don't want to know and nothing about me that you do. So, here goes:
1. To be honest, I started this blog mostly because of other blogs. I don't know what it says about me, and I really don't know what it says about you.
2. Yay, internet! That aside, I'm currently a college student living in California. Where in California depends on what time of year it happens to be. I've heard other people describe me as "fat Asian girl", "the crazy one", and "who?".
3. This blog is a repository of what I choose to write. Therefore, Disclaimer: Things written on this blog may or may not be true. I am not responsible for what happens to readers of this blog. Feel free to input constructive criticism, but flames will be used to FEED THE FIRES OF MY DELIGHT. That last part makes no sense.
Congratulations and thanks for getting this far.
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