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    Running late tonight, sorry.

    Saturday Night Open Mic: freeform screaming space for Whitechapelists. Time to vent at the world. Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful. Tell me what's pissing you off. Tell me what you love. Tell me something about you that you want me to know.

    Speak your brains now.

    -- W
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    Is this on?
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      CommentAuthorDigitalyn
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    I need a fucking manual for reading people. They're getting too much complicated for me.
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      CommentAuthorZ
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008 edited
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    Coming home from the accountant's office I love that the taxes I'll have to pay will be half of what I thought. I love this because I put the money away ahead of time, which means I get to keep half of it.

    Does this mean Chicago in June? Not sure. But being able to seriously consider it is a nice thing.

    - Z

    (and yes, this thing is on, my mobile browser is just slow as hell)
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      CommentAuthoradampknave
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    I found out I have to restart the story I'm working on so it actually fucking works, which means a ton of words out the window, but the book will end up readable for it so fine. I'm still trying to find an artist for an 8 page script that's been accepted, assuming we can find an artist the editor approves of. Roadblocks up at every damned turn.

    And yet, I don't think I'd be satisfied if I wasn't doing this much work. The newest book is selling decently, at least.

    I am also reading one of the worst books in recent memory to review. The sort of book that makes you want to revoke the writer's license to dabble in English for. Welcome to the weekend. Now work twice as hard.

    On the other hand: The air is damp and cool, the light is hitting that sweet spot of dusk that makes everything look pretty, if only because it's too fuzzy for details, and my cat is purring. Yeah, it's hard to complain, over all, huh?
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    HOW THE FUCK DID JOHN BARROWMAN MAKE MY MANCRUSH LIST?
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    I love the way cold beer tastes on a blazing day in late summer. I love the scent in the air when fall comes creeping. The world is spiraling away into itself, but spirals go both ways. The sound of the wind through the trees in the heart of winter is a peaceful thing. Belief in a 'higher power' should come second to belief in one's self. Without cigarettes I'm utterly useless. Unless of course you happen to Need a lunatic with a biting habit.

    What's on your mind Warren?
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      CommentAuthorV
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008 edited
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    My head hurts
    My body hurts.
    I hate that I'm so crap about taking care of it that I can't even be arsed to book regular massages.
    They really help so much, but I get bogged down in other things and put it off and off and off and then I feel like I'm only held together with little threads of fire.
    Demon sutures through a monster body.

    I am making some stuff:



    Today I love fresh ice packs on the searing hot side of my head.
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    Booze filled night, hangover filled day. Some assmunch pulled a knife on a friend at an after party last night and I had to eject him from the apartment, which wasn't even mine. The rest of the party goers applauded, no one could recall how he had gotten there.
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    Total Recall is far too entertaining.

    It might be because it has machine gun wielding midgets and is different enough from coding my dissertation that it's actually entertaining.
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    Don't forget the triple breasted whores, Ginja.
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      CommentAuthorinktea
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    I'm going to deem Minneapolis a stronghold for beautiful, charming women who should not have their intelligence underestimated. I'm tired of men who want to get to my body without making love to my mind first.

    Jhayne says she's in.

    In other, ridiculous news, I'm having a photograph published by a radio station next week, and I've gone from a winter blizzard to t-shirt weather in the course of a week.
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      CommentAuthorFauxhammer
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    ATTENTION DOOR-TO-DOOR SOLICITORS

    DOOR-TO-DOOR SOLICITORS WHO BOTHER ME AT WORK OR AT HOME SELLING CHECK-WRITING SOFTWARE, OR OVERNIGHT PACKAGE SERVICES, OR JESUS, WILL PAY THE PENALTY OF BEING COMPELLED TO RECEIVE MY SEED

    IT IS BLACK, OILY, AND ICY COLD, AND THE PROCESS BY WHICH YOU SHALL RECEIVE MY GROIN-GIFT IS NOT PLEASANT OR SANITARY

    YOU

    FUCK

    BAGS
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    Why aren't people hunting down members of the BNP and beating them with sticks on a regular basis? That's what's pissing me off this week. Oh, and April Fools day.

    I'm starting to wonder if single-frame webcomics are... what's the word... "noble" (even though I read a number and enjoy them), and if it'd be a better investment of my time to try out something long form and on paper.

    But, frankly, the whole thing terrifies me, so I probably won't do it. I'm such a coward. I feel as if I've got one chance to do something amazing, and if it isn't absolutely incredible it'll sink without a trace. Yet the idea of it not sinking without a trace also terrifies me. This is normal yes? The terror?

    I don't think there's anything about me that you'd particularly want to know. Below average height, distinctly average hair colour, wears shoes, capable of buying own clothing.

    ...I think I take those "starter questions" a bit too literally.
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      CommentAuthorwilliac
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    I'm resting up and conserving my energy for my band's first local show in months.

    We only have one more show scheduled after this. Between working on the album and our singer leaving town for professional reasons, I don't know if we'll get to play much this summer and that makes me a little anxious.

    I'm a lost without regularly scheduled shows. I'll have to find new ways to meet people. I'm not the most outgoing person in the world, but I start to feel really claustrophobic if I don't meet new people on a regular basis.
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      CommentAuthorfoxtongue
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008 edited
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    After spending a weekend wrapped in a nice Jewish composer/martial arts expert who runs a store that only sells purple things, I was kidnapped by the tech from kink.com for five days and held hostage in a Whistler chalet where the west coast hacker king asked me to be his travel mistress.

    I am taking it into consideration.

    Other highlights of the week include being taught to ski by the guy who wrote napster and wandering around in snow with very little clothes on.

    And yet, I still can't get my lover to have sex with me.
    edit: ah. apparently, as of just now, I don't have one. *sighs* which makes going to his gig tonight extra fun, and by fun, I mean heart-stabby.
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      CommentAuthorobliterati
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    I'm having a time out until I can learn some manners.
    I had a bunch of people who were students of mine a few years ago and now they're older and I have crushes on every single one of them and it is extremely frustrating.
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      CommentAuthorbudgie
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    Tell me something filthy, strange and wonderful.
    I received a text message that I not only suspect I shouldn't have received, but I know damn well I shouldn't have. I'm the wrong sex for a start.

    Tell me what's pissing you off.
    A fast fiction that I've been working on for two hours and can NOT get it bloody working, bugger it.

    Tell me what you love.
    It's my weekend with Phil - and despite me being the horrible father that's made him do his homework, it's been fun playing backgammon with him and watching him improve game by game.

    Tell me something about you that you want me to know.

    There's nothing about me that you don't already know... that you'd want to know. Well, nothing that I'd want the entire Whitechapel readership to know, anyway...
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      CommentAuthorvidsaw
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    I'm having to buy a new used car. Which brings me to this:

    Fucking car salesmen are gi-normous pieces of shit and I just want to beat the crap out of them for all their dipshit fucking macho attitude crap. And LOOK at my fucking wife when she is talking to you, you offal brained twat. Cut off their fucking nuts.

    Is it this way in another parts of the world? Or is this an American thing?
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      CommentAuthorAnoxia
    • CommentTimeApr 5th 2008
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    I've slept for more hours than a normal person should today. I woke up early this morning thinking I might have a productive day, managed to make breakfast, eat it, potter about a bit then fall asleep for 6 hours.

    I figure I must have fell asleep because of the sunshine whilst I was laying down doing my stretching exercises. My body decided to shut down probably because it wasn't going to get another chance. Haven't slept properly for weeks. The lack of sleep always produces interesting effects, because apart from other things, my libido isn't bad enough when I'm not sleep deprived... Frustration is a bitch.

    I figure I've been thinking too much about everything. I need a distraction, hobby... Any suggestions?