Sunday, February 27, 2011

Trying to avoid Karma

Not that I really believe that strongly in it, but I do like the idea of it. So when I was coming home from work yesterday, I stopped at the Wal-mart. I hate the place because it's like a breeding pit for trash and meth addicts, but the prices are cheap. Out in front was a table from the Special Olympics. There were 2 ladies there with a little girl that appeared to have Downs. Well, I started thinking about Stephen Lynch's Special Olympics song and giggled a bit. That may have been a bit wrong of me, so I passed them part of the money I had earned from tips at work.

I think that made up for it. Gave me an idea though, they should play that song at the donation tables. They would get a lot out of karma and guilt.

If there is a hell, I'll see you there.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Good times, bad times, fast times, slow times. Or something like that I don't fucking know.

So after I'm done typing this blog, I'll be joining a marauding gay horde. It's my requirement being that I "do everything in my power to thwart everything about society that supports the traditional family" according to a fundie.
WASHINGTON—Reports continue to pour in from around the nation today of helpless Americans being forcibly taken from their marital unions after President Obama dropped the Defense of Marriage Act earlier this week, leaving the institution completely vulnerable to roving bands of homosexuals. "It was just awful—they smashed through our living room window, one of them said 'I've had my eye on you, Roger,' and then they dragged my husband off kicking and screaming," said Cleveland-area homemaker Rita Ellington, one of the latest victims whose defenseless marriage was overrun by the hordes of battle-ready gays that had been clambering at the gates of matrimony since the DOMA went into effect in 1996. "Oh dear God, why did they remove the protection provided by this vital piece of legislation? My children! What will I tell my children?" A video communique was sent to the media late yesterday from what appears to be the as-yet unidentified leader of the gay marauders, who, adorned in terrifying warpaint, announced "Richard Dickson of Ames, Iowa. We're coming for you next. Put on something nice."

Moving on, I'm reaping the rewards of Hulkageddon.  7 out of 10 of my Covetors have sold for 17.5 million ISK each. I plan on making more for the next Hulkageddon, along with Industrials as well. As I said before, if it is wrong to profit off of other people's tears, I don't want to be right. In other  Eve news, my Dominix got popped on my first Level 4 mission by my lonesome. Meh. You win some, you lose some.

I have Defilers on the way. Big thanks to the nice guy that cut me a deal on them.

So there's a fundie that thinks the avatars I have used on TOL are offensive. Lets look at them, shall we?

I'm not making this up, these are the only avatars I have used on TOL since this person (and I'm giving them a lot of credit in saying that) registered on TOL and no one else has ever complained. Admittedly the first one is a Chaos Space Marine in drag, which she liked until I told her that. But a cartoon llama wearing a hat? And my Eve Online character? Oh wait, she misconstrued that as a drag queen. Maybe she thought Karl the Llama was a drag queen too.  She's got a huge issue with me too. Made several unprovoked personal attacks on me. Claims to be ignoring me but uses Lighthouse's method of ignore. Who knows, maybe she will make an appearance here. I think her problem with me is that she looks more like a man in drag than I do and has to shave her face more often too. I'm so considering trolling this stupid bitch. If anything so she understands the meaning of troll.

No I just can't bring myself to stoop that low. But it is nice to get it off my chest.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Random ramblings: I need $11,900 right fucking now!

I saw a 1956 Olds 88 hardtop for sale. Looks like it just needs bodywork, rust repair and paint and it's fully restored. Motor, suspension and brakes are new. And while that's fine and cool if you like restored rides, but I want drop in a 455, install a narrowed 4 link coilover Ford 9" rear, Mustang II style front suspension, and disc brakes on all four wheels. Yeah epic hot rod. Who wants to buy it for me? Maybe I could just take donations for it.

My short story has been mentally shelved. Work has been keeping me busy. Too busy.

Speaking of my work, I fucking hate it when the hotel gets sold out. Why? Because I get a dozen or so people calling in or showing up at the desk looking for a room and the fact that the hotel is sold out blows their mind. It just never sinks in.

In other news, humans are actually descended from goats. Yeah I'm sure the fundies will be all over this, using it to make fun of evolutionists. I ain't no goat! They could use it to their advantage though. You know, if they get caught molesting a goat. I mean it wouldn't be bestiality anymore, right?

I've got another broken spoke on my bike. Looks like it was cut. WTF??? I'll kill a bitch!

So no one answered my comment whore question in my last blog. Fuck you motherfuckers!

Friday, February 18, 2011

Random ramblings: This world is driving me batty

Did you know Amscott charges to make change? Yeah, $10.50 for a roll of quarters. And using the change maker at the nearby car wash gets you harassed by the cops. Damn it all. I just want to do laundry.

Did you know that fat, ugly, 14 year old whores sell themselves for a double cheeseburgers with bacon? They do. I wonder what her pimp's cut of that was.

Hulkageddon is happening in the Eve universe. I just put some Covetors on the market. If it's wrong to profit off of other people's tears, I don't want to be right. Speaking of Eve, looks like walking on stations is becoming a reality. Sweet.

So I have decided that I am going to pay for my copy of Fraps and make some Eve vids. And some Oblivion vids. And some Minecraft vids. I figured I'd use Eve for making tutorials, Oblivion for rants and video blogs, and Minecraft for building cool and bizarre shit. And I'll post the videos on youtube, people seem to like it. I have a youtube channel as it is with 2 vids I made in Fraps on it. Free trial Fraps only records for 30 seconds. I'll probly do other gameplay vids further down the line. Maybe I can get to the point where youtube is paying me.

I'm nearly positive My girlfriend and I can lose anything in our apartment. Anything.

In Warhammer 40K related news, I got a sweet deal on 2 defilers from a guy I met on Which reminds me, I got paid so I have to contact him. Big thankies though.

I'm going to write a short story later on that takes a comical look at a day in my life. It's going to be fiction, but based on shit that really happened. Should be fun.

I'm going to close with a comment whoring question - Does anyone find my being a drag queen or cross-dressing to be offensive to women? Or offensive in general? Leave your comments below. Thanks and have a nice day.

OK, maybe I'm not all that batty.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Ya know

Ya know, it's difficult to lose weight when the weather is keeping me from riding my bike to/from work. Might have to spend some time at the fitness center in my apartment complex.

Ya know, a Chaos Space Marines Defiler is a hell of a thing to paint and assemble. it ought to look fucking epic when done though. I've converted it's right "arm" to lascannons instead of the Reaper autocannon that comes standard. I still have to modify its close combat arm on the left. Going to make it all surgical like. It's a hell of a thing to transport too. Took it to the games store today and 3 of its legs came off. I have to build 2 more, I think I'm going to go with my girlfriend's idea of magnetizing them in place. I knew there was a reason I'm keeping her around.

Ya know, I have really lousy luck when it comes to fixing things at my mom's house. Seems like every time I'm making multiple runs to the Home Depot. There's always something that breaks or some tool I wind up needing. Never fails, simple project turns in to an all day affair.

Ya know, I missed out on this years Super Bowl entirely and I really don't care.

Ya know, it's hard to get your night audit work done with hotel guests constantly bothering you.

Ya know, I really hate people at the moment.

Ya know, I really don't have much else to say.