I have now been browsing the internet for over twenty-four hours straight.

I'm pretty sure I can see time now.

I accidentally marched in the NYC Gay Pride Parade!

See, I work right off Christopher St. in the Village, right?  And I'd been moaning and groaning because I had to pick up my paycheck but I was feeling too lazy all weekend.  Then I ran out of money and food and began to die, so I grumpily huffed off to work, dragging my roommate along ("it'll be like 45 minutes TOPS").

It was such a nice day we decided to get off at 14th Street and walk a few blocks.  The crowd was annoyingly thick, so we did what we always do, which is sidestep the people by walking in the gutter and muttering snobbily about tourists.  We didn't notice the barricades keeping us from the sidewalk until it was too late.  (Yeah, I mean, there were thousands of people in rainbow gear and drag and body paint, but it's Christopher Street on a summer weekend, come on.)

OOPS, SUDDENLY WE'RE IN A FUKKEN PARADE.

"Be cool," I whispered to my roommate very excitedly, "it's just like the Junon march in FF7."

So we did Cloud's victory pose with the complimentary spank paddles we'd been handed, basked in the cheers like it wasn't a thing, and darted back into the crowd before a cop saw us.  We didn't win anything afterwards but a bomb fragment, though.

Also it took three hours to cross the street to get my check, but it was totally worth it.

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/27/us/politics/27climate.html

Just in case anyone demands to hear some.

Huh!

That was a rather unexpected VIOLENT HEAVE into obsession with 19th-century science fiction.  Guess you never know when these things will strike.

So far, H.G. Wells has been near-fully consumed.  Verne is next.  (I know, wrong order.)   And then I suppose I must move on to Asimov, Clarke, Heinlein et. al like my parents before me?  I hope not: besides Isaac, they're rather boring.

If the new Star Trek movie is behind this, I'm going to be very displeased.  >:c

What fantasy writer am I?

Low-brow?  Really?  When I have a story with the word "semi-perfunctorily" in it?

I guess the results could have been worse, though.  Robert Jordan?  Mother Jesus

I mean, who really cares about the First Amendment, anyways?

This is making me want to draw my own hentai manga where all the girls are three and all the men are sixty-five and the content makes your blood turn cold but then I'll put CAT EARS on everyone, making them FURRIES and not HUMANS! What do you think of THAT? Or maybe the toddlers will all be robots, like in Xenosaga! Or -- all the girls are actually immortal faery-kin and are actually 1,000 years old, and all the men have premature aging sickness and are really just five!

Or I could draw it all upside-down! How can they be underage if they're upside-down, huh?

( Stolen from like six people. )

-"Writing" is so perfect on so many metaphysical levels. I am excessively pleased.
-I have no idea what the origami-of-money is supposed to represent. I assume it's some deep-seated interest I haven't even LISTED that lj managed to pry from my brain. Maybe capitalism. (I do like capitalism.)

ETA: Oh God, "blogging collage" is even better:
( The abyss stares back )

What on earth do the freakish pregnancies and intertwining carrots mean, I am terrified of my own subtext

GOD DAMN IT, NEW YORK.

First Iowa, now MAINE?  Get your goddamn rears in gear, we are SERIOUSLY losing godless liberal credibility here.

::cries into latte::

Dear Robin McKinley,

I'm pretty sure I have at some point enjoyed your books, since I seem to own an awful lot of them (even though I think you are a big old hypocrip for forbidding fanfiction of your original work), but what am I to make of passages like these?:

"The soldier smiled, for pity or for sympathy or for recognition; and he did not know he smiled till the King smiled in return; and the King's smile reminded the soldier of something, though he could not quite remember what, and the soldier's smile, for a moment, warmed the King's heart as nothing had done for a very long time.  And with the smile suddenly the soldier wondered what the King saw in his face as they looked at one another; but the King did not say, and his smile was only a smile, though it was a smile of a King." ("The Twelve Dancing Princesses," The Door in the Hedge)

I'm not supposed to... enjoy them, am I?  Understand them?  Stay awake?

Please send help

Sincerely,
Unpublished Nobody

P.S.) As your editor, I think your work would benefit enormously if you cut down on the first cousins marrying each other.  Also your fetusteen heroines marrying gentlemen 40+ years their elders.  Cheers!

THERE ARE NO JOBS.

At least I got a chance to shimmy down Park Avenue in my old interview suit which is now two sizes too small.  And hobble again on my pink pumps.  Ah, I missed so much whilst mono'd.

Seriously, I do.

I can dance and stuff.

I feel so much better already.

Ha ha, rest of the world, he's ours.

God bless America, I love it forever

Okay, now to Times Square to partyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Oh yeah

Strutting is imminent.

(new lj icon)

Stats:

Days: 2
New Misc Pics: 20
New FF4 Pics: 54
New FF6 Pics: 107
Finally fucking learning where that 4chan anon got all her stuff: Priceless

seriously, did everyone else already know about this place?  I feel like my mother when she discovered web forums for the first time.

<Pipgirl> GD what will Bush do when he's out of office?
<Pipgirl> !quote
<GOLD_DWAGGIN> #123: DK: TEAM 1 go to the ELVATRS | DK: TEAM 2 find COATHNGR

I knew Obama from his speech in 2004. I wanted him since then. I always told people, "His speechmaking is his greatest skill. He inspires us; he moves us; he shows the rest of the world what our country can be."

Needless to say, I myself am speechless this night. Besides: birds and grass reached. And a poem from Seamus Heaney, from "The Cure at Troy," that I've often repeated to myself through this election.

( Human beings suffer... )

God bless all of y'all, good night, and let's keep hoping.

I have reached the forest. Grass birds et al inevitable? I'm forecasting early November for that discovery, possibly... like the fourth, I dunno.

I also got an AWESOME walkup in a BROWNSTONE in BROOKLYN, hootie HOOT (cross fingers lease-signing goes as planned).

Thank you, anonyfriends, for all your nice anonymessages, at least one of which really was written by me (can you guess which?).

I think what happened to me was I straight-up, first time in my life, lost all hope in a great many things and so I decided to be eaten up by the giant mold with the Ohmu. Remember this, all one of you (Lina) who read the Nausicaa manga? And even though the Ohmu swallowed me so I would be preserved in its phlegm, my spirit was still on that Nietzschean hill, and the Emperor's goast was smothering me. But my dog, my little furry creature, roused me and I told the goast to BEGONE.

I'm still not in my inner forest yet, to discover the grass and birds and stuff in its center. I'm still walking on that dark old plain strewn with fragments of bone. But my worst time is gone. I think.

Everyone gets emo, right? So I could use this right about now. You can even be negative if you like. Just post your phone number with along with your dis so I can curse you out -- I could use that now too. (don't actually be negative, I was kidding. i think the lady running this will get mad at you and delete your post.) ANYWAY IT'S THE

Pass a Secret Note ✘ Meme

Say nice things about me over the internet! If you don't, I'll pretend to be anonymous and do it myself! I am not ashamed! I am only a little ashamed.

I secretly love this kind of shit. :( From ladysisyphus :

Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.

( Hahaha, 25 fics. That's funny. )

Lastly, in political news:

Who the fuck do these assholes think they are?  Oh hellllll no.  As such, I have signed up to be shipped to Ohio for five weeks to fight for truth and justice and the American way and general asskicking of spineless scumbags.  We'll see how that goes.