Spending the day running errands and getting things sorted for my trip the coming week. I got a pile of documents in the mail just now, to bring with, which weigh a shit ton and need space in the suitcase....
Anyway, I will be on Euro time for a 10 days starting Monday.
I've grown incredibly fond of the WC chat room. I already thought the forum was full of incredibly intelligent people, and the chat room confirmed that. When possible, every night I log in and most times the conversation is either fun or intelligent or both. I've come to known some amazing people that I regret not being able to meet face to face (although not completely, since when I go meet someone, I always forget to shave).
But Gabbly, the chat service Whitechapel uses, likes fucking with us, and we've come up with some expressions of our own. So, for those who plan to use to chat room, a small guide:
1 - You can't see them, but they can see you
Gabbly has the annoying habit of making your name disappear from the name list, although people can still read what you write. Logging in and out usually solves the problem, or just typing something random on the name box and then typing your name again (that usually makes someone ELSE disappear, but hey, every motherfucker for himself). So if you've got a grudge against anyone, be sure he's not hidden in the chat room before telling everyone how much of a cunt he is.
2 - When someone leaves, it doesn't mean shit
Do not be fooled. Gabbly is a treacherous bastard. Sometimes, it will announce that someone has left, and meanwhile the person's still in there, but has now turned invisible (see above). So, when someone leaves, don't immediately say, "what a cunt". Also, sometimes a person leaves several times without ever logging in. That's Gabbly fucking with you.
3 - When a person suddenly leaves without saying goodbye...
... his/her connection probably hiccuped and he/she'll log back in in seconds. That or he/she is an impolite bastard.
4 - Raccoon Testicles
It is believed those words, when written in the chat, will summon Warren. It happened once. It was very creepy. So when someone (usually me) announces randomly RACCOON TESTICLES, don't be surprised. It's normal. We're trying to come up with a summon word for Ariana. So far, all of them failed.
5 - Turtle
Our defense against spammers. How? Well, I'm not going to tell you everything.
6 - Tractors
Our sworn enemies. If you see someone write "TRACTOR TURTLE CARP", don't worry. It's just our hate for tractors being manifested.
7 - Don't refresh your browser
It makes you log out and then in again.
8 - Backspace is not your friend
Sometimes you press backspace and instead of erasing your text it goes back to the previous page. So be sure to see if that little vertical line thingie is flashing in the text box before you press backspace.
9 - AFK
When someone has AFK written next to their name on the name list, it means they are Away From Keyboard, in case you're unfamiliar with the term.
10 - Your words may be logged
Once someone complained about a piece of chat being saved and posted in the WC Chat Room Thread. Warren's response to this was:
THE CHAT HAS AN RSS FEED YOU BLOODY IDIOTS. If you don't want to be logged, don't go in there.
You are now ready to venture in the bizarre land we call Whitechapel Market.
I've never been able to keep a journal for long, yet I love to collect and perfect my life stories. This project will go on for one month. I'm going to go through my old photos and tell you a story about each and every one. These are things that happened to me, names will be changed to give some sort of privacy. I'll update Monday to Friday. So, without further ado, we begin The Old Photoblag.
This is from when I was living in Seoul, South Korea. A number of these photos are from that time, because I began my picture-taking obsession while I was there.
Those buildings are totally empty. They're nothing but poured concrete. It was the creepiest thing that I've ever seen. If you were to turn around, you would have seen the cheesy-ass amusement park that is Lotte World. The day this was taken, someone got trampled to death trying to get in to the park. Which meant the police tried to keep the area clear, which meant that people just crowded more and more. I never thought I'd see a riot consisting of angry tweens, but I have. Unfortunately none of the pictures of that even came close to coming out.
dammit, what the hell. sake hasn't given me a hangover since I moved to this country. this is unnatural. I think it's part of the general fuckery that seems to be at work in my life right now.
on the side of good news, I have abandoned my internal struggle over whether to buy the Japanese or the American version of Silent Hill 0 for the PSP. come to find out, it's being released on PS2 next month. so close I can almost taste it.
In response to a thread called VENT! on another forum: _____________________________________________ VENT!, huh?
I remember a time when I could go to a decent local coffee bar, sit down with a good book, and occasionally get interrupted by someone looking at the cover and saying, 'hey, that's a great book, how far have you gotten?'
Now that I've moved to the concrete corporate Bay of Silicon, I've found out that a black coat and black boots aren't a sufficient uniform for the counter-culture. The coffee houses are tucked away and hidden, aggressively clique-y, and too cool for me. I've resorted to hiding away in the corners of various Starbucks locations, ranting like a lunatic via laptop, or sometimes out loud just to see who's paying attention.
I've started tying off my wrists with my boot laces until my hands tingle and throb, just to pass the time. I haven't decided what else the boot laces are good for, now that I have to wear proper leather loafers for my desk job. I carry the boot laces in my pockets and consider tying them together into a really long boot lace.
There's a record store I like to go to. I put the laces back in my boots for an evening, stomp through the parking lot and tear through their concrete warehouse buying genres and trading favourites for an hour.
Then I go home and unwrap all the little presents like it's ex-muss morning and pour cold audio water over my seething noisy brain until it shuts down for the night.
When I wake up in the morning, it's with a new favourite song, a new favourite band, and no real argument for why. I take the laces out of my boots, stuff them in my pocket, and shuffle off to work in my loafers.
- Z _____________________________________________ Go on. Vent to me.