Welcome to Ravenwood

Hey sports bitches

What? That didn't make sense? That's too fuckin' bad. I couldn't decide between calling you sports fans of bitches, SO I MADE A FUCKING COMPROMISE. Deal with it.

Fuck. I am WIRED.

I'm wired and I have NO IDEA what the fuck to talk about.

Hey, did I start swearing more? I think I might have started swearing more. Oh well, I enjoy it. And you know what? You fucking enjoy it to, or you wouldn't be sitting there reading this.

Ha, you're reading this. You're reading what I say. Why are you reading what I say? When was the last time I said something important, something that made you think, or something that wasn't filled with delicious dynamite? ...What? I don't know.

Why don't we call pants pantaloons anymore? That is such a good word. And nobody ever fucking uses it. Pants is a stupid word. PANTS ARE STUPID. Fuck pants. When I rule the world, there will be no pants.

AND NO SHORTS. I HATE SHORTS. Shorts usually look SO BAD. There are so many people that wear them, and they should not be. I, for one, should not wear shorts. I know this. And unless I plan to swim, which I usually don't, I avoid wearing shorts at all costs. Because nobody wants to see my hairy legs. Does that bother me? No. But dammit, I do not want to see men in shorts!

Or fat chicks. Do us a favour, ladies, avoid shorts. You're doing THE WORLD a favour. But more specifically my eyes. GEEZ.

But I guess some girls can wear shorts. I mean, if I took a stand against all girls in shorts, that would be too close to taking a stand against skirts, and I love skirts, as some of you well know.

Oh, also for the overweight women that might be reading this. Skirts? Also a bad idea. But NOT AS BAD AS SHORTS. DON'T WEAR THEM.

So I think I've decided I am going to pursue a job at the local Zehrs grocery store. Because I love groceries. And consuming them. And I love sales, and if I had such a job, I would be able to see all of the sales as they were happening instead of occasionally getting to take advantage of said deals on the rare occasion I would go down to the store and not go immediately for the Coke.

So if I got a job there, I wouldn't have to spend two hours a day and twenty dollars a week bussing around to get to other possible places of employment in downtown Kitchener. It saves me money AND time.

AND MONKEYS. IT SAVES ME MONKEYS.

So I'm thinking that when I'm making money, I'm going to purchase some alcohol. But not like crappy beer and stuff that people sit around and drink anytime, more like...I dunno, the better, more expensive stuff, and then I'd have it sitting around. And then if something happened, I could celebrate it by putting on a fake moustache and drinking expensive alcohol. I would be the coolest.

I want a really nice hat. But not like...just an expensive hat or something, but just a really cool hat. I have no idea what kind of hat. But there must be a hat out there that suits me. Out there somewhere, there is a hat for me. AND I SHALL FIND IT.

Yeah. I don't really know what to talk about now.

I started a new D&D campaign. What?! Yeah. I'm that bored, that I decided to start making a new one. I haven't played it in a while, so I'm not going to work on the other campaign I was running with the guys, since I had the next adventure all planned out anyway, and I don't want to work on my Undead Campaign, so I decided to make a new campaign based entirely around a city, and then make the campaign just really vague and unspecialized so that any group of players could fit into it. The first campaign was completely based around the individual players, with each adventure specially designed for a different player. I wish we'd had a chance to get farther into the campaign. I miss D&D with the guys.

But anyways, new campaign, based around a city. I called the city Ravenwood, which took me a while to think of, and I kind of just took the name from Jericho anyway, but it's not the name of a city in the show, so I figure it's fine. Nobody's gonna realize anyway.

So now my D&D books are sitting beside the couch.

I've been home alone since Saturday, when Jared left to go to Guelph and came back tonight. I've basically been surviving on Coke and crunch cheesies. I LOVE CRUNCHY CHEESIES.

And now Jared's leaving tomorrow to spend a few days with his mother, so I'm going to be home alone again until Sunday. Booooooooooooring.

So I'm gonna go now. Try to keep working on Ravenwood.

Until next time,
SON. THERE'D BETTER NOT BE ANY UNDEAD UP THERE!
~Kataron

Pivot is a GREAT WORD.

You know what I fucking hate?

That stupid goddamn commercial for that pregnancy test. The one that talks about how technologically advanced it is, and they say that it's the most sophisticated device you will ever pee on.

THAT IS A FUCKING LIE AND YOU DAMN WELL KNOW IT. I have peed on many, many things. Many, many, MANY THINGS. Many expensive and fancy devices, some of which didn't belong to me. But you can't stop the stream of justice. THE STREAM OF JUSTICE. Yeah, that's pretty much the most epic way I can describe my own urine. I'm pretty proud of myself right there.

So I had another meeting with that employment guy. Finally. I've kind of been putting that off for a while because I don't like dealing with real world problems. I'm much better at dealing with zombies and fictional talking dogs. At least then I know how to kill them. Interesting fact, talking dogs are vulnerable to fire. And bronze. Weird, right? I mean, I know silver is a general baddie-stopper, but bronze? wtf, talking dogs? They're fucked up, I know.

So Jonny Lee Miller is in another show. What? You don't know who he is? Well fuck you. He only played Dade Murphy in the movie Hackers, one of the goddamn greatest fucking films ever MADE. Except for the fact that it was a terrible terrible movie. A terrible terrible movie that I love so very very much. How fucked up is that? Yeah, I know. Very.

Anyways, the show is about a lawyer that gets visions. It doesn't sound that great, but JONNY LEE MILLER. It's called Eli Stone, it's on Thursday nights at ten, find the fucking channel yourself, and go watch it.

Also, Jericho had it's second season start last week. Did I blog about this? I can't remember. That shit got me HARD. I had to go get some toilet paper. To clean up after myself. DAMN. Moreso I just wanted to go get some toilet paper and sit here with it sitting on the table so Jared would inquire about it, I'd say something like that, and it would be hilarious. But then he didn't, so I popped my head in his room and announced it. But DAMN. Jericho. DAMN. This is the show that fans demanded come back on the air. Skeet Ulrich stars as Jake Green, alongside a bunch of actors I don't know. And a black guy! He's the bad guy in Sahara. I like him better in Jericho. He's all mysterious and shit.

I wish I was mysterious. But I'm not. Fuck. Fuck!

Oh, shit, that reminds me, I need to count the number of fucks in my posts since the last time I tallied them up.

Keep in mind that it doesn't tally the number of times I've said fuck with multiple u's. Like fuuuuuuuuuuuuck or FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK or anything like that. So yeah.

So I guess the writer's strike ended last week. Did I blog about this? It's about fucking time. Bitches making me miss my favourite shows. I hope they burn in the level of hell set aside specifically for people that piss me off. Shit, it's where most of you are going.

There is a LOCK on the couch next to me. It's MOCKING me. Telling me to lock something. What the fuck am I supposed to lock?! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO LOCK?! *brain explodes*

So a girl randomly added me a few weeks ago. Some girl from the chat section on the anime site Kumby. I'm pretty sure she just sent private messages to everybody that was on the site. I don't think I'd actually talked to her at all on there. I've talked to her like three times since then, and last night she randomly added me to a big group conversation with a bunch of people I'd never met. It was awkward. I mostly talked about zombies, and then most of the people left and it was just me and two people I'd never talked to. It was pretty awkward.

Ummmm......Yeah. I dunno what else to say.

Fuck. They're making a fucking game based off of fucking Juno, apparently. WHAT THE FUCK. Why the fuck would anybody want to play a game based on a movie about a pregnant teenage girl? WHERE THE FUCK DOES THAT GET INTERESTING? Does she fight zombies? Is her baby going to be the one that unites mankind against evil robots? Is she, in fact, a robot herself? If not, I DO NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT THE GAME. I saw this on EvilAvatar a while ago, but I'm only blogging about it now because I have a weird memory.

You know what? Fuck Ellen Page. OH SNAP, WHAT DID HE JUST SAY? Yeah. Fuck Ellen Page. I am sick and goddamn tired of people praising her as an actress. I know way too many people that think she's fantastic, Jared included. Fact is, I've only seen her in one movie. X-Men 3, and I did not care for her in it. I didn't think she was bad, but I just didn't care. And I haven't seen Juno. And it's not that I have any problems with her, I just don't give a shit. Fucking people thought she was more attractive than Mystique in that movie. Fucking MYSTIQUE. She's naked! And blue! And can be anyone! And did you not see in that movie when she becomes a non-mutant, and she's just a normal naked person? HOT. Crazy hot.

Yeah. So anyways, here's a news article I cut and paste from theinquirer.net, which is a good news site.

"Inspector Knacker of the Quebec Yard has fingered the collar of 16 blokes he thinks are responsible for the world's largest hacker scam in Canadian history.

The 16 apparently worked together to take control of a million computers around the world that were not equipped with anti-virus software or firewalls.

Provincial police captain Frederick Gaudreau told CBC that using things called 'trojans' and 'worms' they were able to take control of the computers from abroad. Gosh what ever will these hacker types think of next.

Most of the computers attacked were in Poland and Brazil but there were some systems in Manitoba and the United States included in in the same.

What the hackers did was set up fake websites that convinced users to click on them and provide personal information.

Coppers think that the sites managed to help victims part with more than $45 million.

The alleged hackers are aged between the ages of 17 and 26, and face charges related to the unauthorised use of computers."

Fuck people stupid enough to give our their personal information on a random website. YOU ARE STUPID AND DO NOT DESERVE YOUR MONEY. These hackers are simply taking money from the idiotic, and dammit, that should not be a crime.

Also a CNN producer got fired for his blog. Damn! Sometimes I wonder if my blog will ever land me in trouble with a future employer. But then I remember that I don't care and keep blogging.

Nate bored now. Nate wander off now.

Until next time,
Anybody wanna tell me why Leonard Nimoy is publishing a book full of pictures of fat naked women? I'd rather play the Juno game that look through that.
~Kataron

I Hate Robots.

Has our government been infiltrated by robots? I'm thinking that the answer is quite obvious.

Shit yeah it has.

So I'm thinking that we need to master enough technology for a portable EMP weapon to use against robots. But really we should have that anyway.

They're here, and they want to pwn us.

So let's get those robot bitches first.

Or maybe I've watched The Matrix a few too many times.

Either way, fuck robots.

Until next time,
Fuck. Robots.
~Kataron

Poetic Convulsions

Hey there folks.

Well, I'm in Rockwood for the weekend, trying to keep distracted and keep my brain busy, although it's proving to be much more difficult than I thought it would be. And I already thought it would be difficult.

But that's never stopped me from trying.


Yesterday was an...interesting day, for reasons I don't really want to discuss on here. It involved unpleasant things, a two-hour conversation with Jared, a lot of thought, and many many hours sitting at my computer trying to figure out the right words to say.

Also I watched Dawn of the Dead. And the first episode of Invader Zim.

And then when I went to bed, for the second night in a row, I was kept up by Jared and girlJared talking in the next room. I attempted to ignore this for about an hour until they started playing...some kind of music. I don't know what it was, but it was the only thing I could hear at three fifteen in the morning when I was trying to sleep, so I threw on a bathrobe and asked them to turn it down. They should consider themselves lucky that the bathrobe was included in the scenario.

I would have crafted makeshift earplugs out of bits of toilet paper (a trick I perfected when the puppy was new), but I had to wake up early, so I wanted my alarm to work. Blegh.

Today I got up at ten-ish, randomly shuffled around for a while, then my mom came to pick me up just before eleven, and I came back to Rockwood. Upon arrival, I found that my dad was watching Little Miss Sunshine, and that he's now considering buying a thirty-thousand dollar business from a man. Pretty much the same work he used to do at the apartment buildings he worked at in Acton, except that everybody living in this new place is old. Old and rich. It's some condominium for old rich folks. And the business my dad's considering buying holds the contract for all the work done there, and could potentially involve full time work for Nate. It's in Waterloo, so it'll be busable from my place in Kitchener. If of course it doesn't crash and burn.

Granted, he doesn't have thirty-thousand dollars. Oh no. Instead a portion of his earnings would be siphoned off from his work at said building until it the business was paid off. And apparently the guy that ran the business said that he used to make a hundred thousand dollars a year doing this work.

In case you're wondering, he's giving up said lucrative business because he's dying. Cancer. My dad's known him for a long time, and used to work for him, but I'm not really sure who he is, personally.

Buuuuut yeah. So there's a potential for that. I guess. I dunno. It'll probably fall through like so many other schemes my dad hasn't thought out enough.

So then I watched the rest of Little Miss Sunshine with my dad, and partway through, James stopped by. He hung out for a while, then The Wanker showed up. That's a friend of my dad's. Jeff something-I-don't-care-enough-to-spell. He's The Wanker because he used to call me by such a name, and as I was younger, it seemed the logical conclusion to turn it against him. And so I call him that. Interesting story, huh?

Then people left, and I got bored. I played some flash games, sat around, called Rebecca and got no answer, got some Coke and chips, then called Rebecca and got an answer.

Then I went over to her house and hung out with her and Dave.

Turns out they are mean people that like to take advantage of the gullibility of Nate. They tried to convince me that for Valentine's Day, Dave had proposed to Rebecca, and that they were now engaged. I was flabbergasted, had no idea what to say, and being the gullible fool that I am, I believed them.

Granted, I had my doubts, particularly regarding a fight they apparently had on Friday night (the night AFTER Valentine's Day), but as I didn't have the details of such an argument, and again being a gullible fool, I forgot about it.

And I believed it until they admitted to me that it was a falsehood. I was upset.

We watched The Illusionist. It was good. But I was still irritated.

We went over to my aunt and uncle's house for dinner. It's across the street from hers, and as Rebecca's parents were gone for the most part, my relatives offered to feed them. It was pretty tasty, but the mashed potatoes were a bit too...I dunno. Not really substantial, if that makes sense. Too soft and creamy, and for some reason I've never been a big fan of that style of mashed potatoes.

Awkward conversation was made and I tried not to let my mind wander, but it did. It wandered a lot. And there was a kitty! I watched the kitty. It climbed on some stuff, almost knocked things over but didn't, then got down. More awkward conversation, some dogs tried to get busy thought they were both male. Music was playing for some reason. A phone call from my parents. Continue the awkward conversation. Then ice cream!

Then we finished the movie, and Dave left to go to his place where he lives and is a jerk. A mean lying jerk that will suffer my swift and terrible vengeance. And no, this blogging is not said vengeance. Jerk.

At that point Rebecca and I tried to decide what to do. She showed a trick her fish could do, where it kind of hopped out of the water to get at food on her finger. My fish don't do that. They shall also suffer my swift and terrible vengeance.

Then we started looking at movies to watch again, but instead launched into an hour-long conversation about various things.

Then we watched Shrek 3, and it was good. It was surprisingly good. I laughed a lot, and there wasn't all that lame singing that made the second movie so much weirder than the first. And despite what the posters made me think, the movie was not all about the offspring of the ogres. So I liked it.

Then I came home, and that pretty much brings us to now.

But I am tired, and must rest. After blogging some more. Got at least two more blogs to hit, neither of which most of you read.

Until next time,
I blame communism. For everything.
~Kataron

Fuck Valentine's Day

Well, it's Valentine's Day.

Some of you are probably expecting a standard Kataron rant on the subject, being that it is probably the stupidest holiday ever. But dammit, I've done that to death. You know I hate it, you know I hate it because it's all about commercialization and...Well, fuck it, short rant. SHORT.

What the fuck is wrong with doing something for the person you're with NOT on a holiday? Why do you need to wait for a holiday to do it? You should be showing how much you care all the time. But for the love of all that is Coke, DO NOT forget a day like Valentine's Day. Because if you do, it doesn't matter if you've showered them with all kinds of other gifts throughout the year, you are FUCKED. Because they fucking EXPECT it on Valentine's Day, and if you don't get it then you've failed them and their goddamn fucking greedy needs.

Fuck Valentine's Day and the people that profit from it.

And fuck Kathryn, and Bob, and communists, and people that drink pepsi, and fuck people in general.

And I'm in a bad mood now so I'm not going to bother continuing this post.

Until next time,
This whole stupid holiday is too much fucking effort.
~Kataron

Fuck Ass Balls

Fucking hell.

Well, my computer's dead. Again. If I didn't have this laptop, I wouldn't even be able to blog this right now, or be on MSN, or any of that other stuff I'm oh-so addicted to.

The problem, surprise surprise, stems from an inaccessible boot device. Same problem it had before. So now, whereas yesterday I couldn't get it to boot up without the fan going crazy and me having to hit the power cord, now it won't start even if it does work right. God dammit.

Luckily, most of my shit was on our network drive. Movies and stuff. A LOT of movies. I've basically been downloading movies since I moved in here. That's backed up, but I lost a lot of other shit, and some movies I hadn't transferred over, so I'm now going to need to find out what those were and re-download them.

So as such I'm now in an irritated mood. Especially now that I'm going to have to completely rewrite my resume, yet again, so that I can meet with this guy.

Damn you, random computer problems!

I'm going to take my irritation out on some zombies now. Those undead fuckers won't even see me coming.

Until next time,
Fucking stupid goddamn fucking computer.
~Kataron

Comedy Gold!

Though I must admit that I loathe to create a new post and remove the 777 post count on this blog, I'm bored and irritated.

So, I just watched a Swiffer commercial or whatever, and it's one of those ones that tries to make it seem like it's not about cleaning. They're in the courtroom, and talking about shit, blah blah blah "the evidence was right on the floor", jury gasps, then the lawyer asks "Could you please point to the defendant?" and she points at the broom.

WHAT THE FUCK?

Does anybody else notice that that means absolutely fucking nothing? It's no secret that the broom or whatever is the defendant. That's just...That's just fucking stupid.

Do real lawyers ever do that? Ask them to point out the defendant? 'cause I mean, in that case it doesn't matter whether or not there's any guilt there, the defendant is still the defendant. That's like saying "Could you please point to the judge?". It doesn't mean the JUDGE is guilty.

I fucking hate commercials that don't make any goddamn sense. Fucking stupid goddamn fucking commercials. I wish to tackle the man that created the commercial.

But now I'm going to try to recruit every character in Radiata Stories to try to take my mind off the fact that Amy's away for the weekend and I am exceedingly bored. It was that or pantsless Megaman. But there's still time for having no pants on AND for playing Megaman later on. For truly I am awesome? I dunno.

I'm also angry and bitter about everything unpleasant that's happened to me in the past five years! But you probably already know that. Just thought I should remind you.

So let's throw a brief "fuck off" to the following people I don't like:

Kyle Adair,
Eva and Bob,
Randy...Whatever the fuck his last name is from when I went to Rockwood Centennial. That kid was a dick.
Kathryn,
Large portions of everyone that went to my high school and was my age or younger,
and basically everyone else that's crossed me recently at all.

Fuck you, and I hope you die. Preferably on fire. Yay fire!

Now I'll say a few random and comical words, and then play video games.

Banana hammock.

Kangaroo.

Albatross.

NOW PICTURE A KANGAROO IN A BANANA HAMMOCK WITH AN ALBATROSS ON HIS HEAD!

Truly I am comedy gold.

And with that, I wander off.

Until next time,
heh. Banana hammock.
~Kataron

Policies Regarding Pie

Why the fuck do people keep wasting money examining the effects of video games on the human psyche? I honestly don't get it.

I can't even fucking count the number of articles I've read in which some experiment has apparently proved that video games desensitize youth and make them more violent.

Shut up already! If I didn't give a shit the first time, what the fuck makes you think I'm going to care NOW, years later?!

Of COURSE we're becoming desensitized. But that's also in large part due to movies. I mean, have you SEEN some of the horror movies that are out these days? It's just fucking pointless acts of violence, in the most graphic methods deemed possible.

And you know, our becoming desensitized is a good thing, in my opinion. It makes the game publishers have to reach a bit more to shock us, it makes the game affect us LESS. Which means that if we play a shitload of a Grand Theft Auto title, and then move over to Halo 3, are we gonna care about the violence? Shit no, we just spent hours running people down in cars and busting caps in various asses.

It's the parents that are sensitive to this shit, not us, and they're the ones seeing the games now and saying "OMG! BAD GAME!" but honestly, it's got no effect on us.

The article I'm reading now is entitled....and this makes me laugh...

"Video Games Normalize Killing, Doctors Say"

If that's what doctors say, I don't think they should be doctors anymore. Video games normalize killing? Are you even fucking listening to yourselves? If that were true, wouldn't you think the murder rate would skyrocket, just shoot up there to insane new heights, every time a violent new game was released? Wouldn't people like myself and my various friends that also partake in video games would go out and kill people? I mean, shit, you're saying it's normal, so why not? I wanna be a normal guy. *cocks shotgun*

They think that by monitoring us while we play video games, they can figure out what we're going to do when we're not playing them. Way to fucking go, retards.

Sure, I get angry when I play certain video games. Particularly if I'm slain and then have my corpse desecrated while I can do nothing but watch. But generally the person that has done such is sitting right there with me. If I'm not going to partake in an act of physical violence right then and there, why the fuck do you think I'm going to do it when I'm not playing video games?

Also, it's recently been discovered, or at least, reposted in various articles, that men have a much different reaction to video games than women. They've been using some kind of scanner to view part of the brain that is apparently the section that involves 'reward and addiction'. When we men get our gaming on, this apparently lights up like a Christmas tree. With the ladies? Not so much.

Who knew? Oh wait...Wait, I think we all did. Because significantly more men play video games than human, and a large portion of the gamer girls that play are more casual gamers, rather than...Well, let's use Dave as an example. They're generally not like him, OH NO. That...Would be kind of scary, actually.

But anyways, there are of course exceptions to this rule, as with all rules, as I'm sure there are many female gamers out there that take that shit seriously, but still.

Basically the article is telling us that we enjoy video games more than women. And I already fucking knew that. So thanks a lot, random article, you've done me a world of good.

So yeah. Basically, STOP RESEARCHING VIDEO GAMES. You're not going to learn anything new, you're just going to dredge up old information and use different terms to make it sound like we haven't heard it all before, but we have. So seriously, shut the fuck up.

Until next time,
I'm so goddamn bored right now.
~Kataron

Monstro

Hey there.

This post won't be long, since it's quarter to three in the morning and I have grown tired, but I figured I'd do a post just to say hey.

My internet's been down since fucking Friday night and the landlord doesn't know what the problem is. The landlines aren't doing fuck all, except apparently with Jared's computer and only his for some reason. The WiFi's just fucked, and now apparently the goddamn network we were using to get on-line is fucking security-enabled, which it never was before, so we think he did something to it but he says he didn't. We think he probably did but doesn't know WHAT he did to it, which unfortunately means that we also have no idea. It could be a problem with the actual company though, so he's calling them tomorrow to see what the fuck is going down.

I'm pissed because I'm only able to get on-line by mooching WiFi from a neighbour somewhere, who has a very unstable connection. I get kicked off a lot. Late at night it's not as bad 'cause I don't think anybody's using it, so I haven't been kicked off in a while, but still. Irritating.

I went back to Rockwood for the weekend. By weekend I mean I left Kitchener Saturday afternoon and came back Sunday afternoon. I was gone for less than twenty-four hours. But it was enough time to get my laundry done and hang out with Rebecca. I was supposed to hang out with Rick, too, but when I tried to call him I got no answer, and he didn't call me all night, so I don't know what happened with that. I was pretty tired though.

Kate woke me up at some point around nine on Saturday by showing up and ringing the doorbell. Granted, we were EXPECTING her, but since I'd been up until three something watching Office Space and took longer than usual to fall asleep (lot on my mind), I had between four and five hours of sleep total when Kate rang the doorbell.

I had to acquire pants and get there before she rang it again. I don't like it when people ring the doorbell multiple times. I of course do it, but I am awesome enough that I am allowed to. Anyways, Jared was still asleep though he'd gone to bed earlier than I did, so I let him sleep a bit more, then knocked on his door and woke him up. Then we all hung around and started to watch Reign Over Me, then didn't 'cause we went out to a William's. I got a hot apple cider, which was delicious, and added a Five Hour Energy to it. I was pretty hyped at that point.

The next part of the day is a blur, but I remember coming back here, watching some of Rat Race, then leaving to go to Guelph, where my mom picked me up.

Then I went home for a bit, then over to Rebecca's where she showed me Assassin's Creed and Viva Pinata. Viva Pinata was weeeeeeeeeeeeeird. I dunno how I feel about it. It was very fucking weird though.

Then we watched Anastasia, which I hadn't actually seen before (it was that or All Dogs Go To Heaven, and she wanted to watch Anastasia. I was too tired to argue), then after the movie we hung around and talked for a bit. I remember politics being discussed. Then when I realized it was 10:something I went home to eat some homemade perogies.

I was gonna go to bed early, since I was so tired, but Amy was on-line and coerced me to stay up later with her, so I ended up being up until about two thirty. Then sleep.

Then Kate woke me up with a phone call, and I got ready and went back to Guelph and got a ride with her BACK into Kitchener so she could get her compy and I could get home, and then I sat around for the rest of the day trying to get my internet connection working.

But I'm tired now, so I'm going to crash.

Until next time,
There's an intricate walrus plan that will soon play out.
~Kataron

Violence Is Never Really Gratuitious

Sometimes when I'm bored the theme from "Bananas in Pajamas" plays in my head, except the word pajamas is replaced by hammocks. I'm totally not crazy.

So, today it was snowing like a bitch. I haven't seen outside in a while, but it could still be doing it. I decided to avoid the situation by staying indoors. Got all showered and shaved, and aside from that I've pretty much been on MSN talking with Amy.

"You would make a handsome wife..."
-Random Ferengi on Enterprise

lol.

BAM! NECK-PINCHED. BIOTCH.

Okay, gotta stay on topic here.

Ummm...

Oh, Rebecca told me something interesting the other night.

Remember when I got offended because people were protesting because they wanted schools just for black children? You know, when they attempted to segregate themselves, thus segregating US, thus throwing away so many years of attempting to become equal?

Yeah, they can't figure out where to put it because they're afraid that gangs might affect children wanting to go to them. That's right. They don't want to put it on the "west side" because the "east side" kids won't go, and vice versa. Fuck! What a stupid fucking problem. Hey, let's cater to the gangs, 'cause otherwise they won't want to come to our new school! Give up your stupid goddamn idea and just let them go to normal schools and get into violence and gangs and drugs with people of different races, you goddamn racists. You honestly think putting them all in one school will fucking HELP with that? Then you're fucking retarded too, you fucking idiots.

I will fight you all. Fight you to prevent all-black schools. And I mean physically. BUT NO GUNS, DAMMIT. THAT SHIT IS CHEATING.

You know what word is awesome? Renegade. Renegade is a good word.

Yeah, I'm pretty much watching Robotech right now. I'm that cool.

HOLY SHIT some bitch has giant fucking hair. It looks like a fucking helmet.

Unrelated question.

Why do some guys pee in the shower? I mean, honestly, are you that lazy that you can't wait until you're done showering? I mean, you're already naked, and most showers are relatively close to the toilets, so do you really need to go right then and there? You could probably just step out of the shower and urinate immediately afterwards.

Hell, if I to pee bad enough, and was that lazy, I could probably pee FROM my shower INTO the toilet. So why do people pee in the shower?! It's madness! Madness, I tell you!

And the first person to make a three hundred reference in the form of a comment will be tied to a long rope then hung from said rope in a waterfall, so they have the current falling on them, then I'm gonna put glass and needles and bits of sharp metal in the water so that they rain down on the person and cut them. Cut them very much. Are we clear?!

Not that I don't like 300 references, I just wanted to make an awesome threat.

*wanders off*

Until next time,
It's been a good day so far.
~Kataron