And on an also somewhat related note:

FUCK OFF. Seriously. I can't even go on facebook anymore. You're always on, and constantly feel the need to tell me how horribly and completely you've fucked up your life, and enjoyed doing so.

YOu'd think, judging by the way I reply to you with no more than one or two words, that you would clue in.

But no. YOu just message and message until I express some tiny fake amount of interest in you.

Blah.

Saw you got Facebook today. Thought I'd deleted ya, but nope, you showed up in the "from your contacts" sidebar.

I was wondering what you've been up to since my last week at the casino, when a "DeVitt" started there.

Anyhow, I don't really want to talk to you anymore, but it's nice to know you aren't dead or homeless or something.


On a quasi-related note:

Lindsay and I were talking today, and it came up that we'd never hooked up. While this is definately the best way for things to have turned out (I generally don't like talking to those I sleep with when I'm done sleeping with them, and at the age when this would have occured, she likely would have been no exception), it does seem REALLY weird we never did.

I mean, you think about the fact we dated, we drank together a bunch, and we even ended up in the tub once or twice (LAWL). It sort of seems like we would have just kinda gone "eh, wanna have sex?" at some point.

There are of course some reasons for this (besides the lack of attraction) that I can think of, which I won't share here, but considering how long we've known eachother, and the general lack of boundaries in our friendship, etc. etc. just sort of seems odd.


On a related-yet-unrelated-note:

Been thinking about getting rid of my facebook lately. Why? The only person I every talk to on there, that I actually want to talk to, is Lindsay. We usually talk for a few minutes once a month or so.

The rest of the time, I get a million fucking messages (and accordingly, emails) from people, telling me "Oh hey, I got kicked out of my house, but I have shrooms so life is great" and shit like that. It's really fucking depressing.

I mean really. My life kinda sucks, and I still think I'm doing better than most of the people in DC. That's just sad.


Speaking of things that suck, Tracey and Shea got fired from the Casino too, so they've virtually purged the whole night shift now. I'm pretty convinced Shea got me fired, so I have no sympathy for him, but sucks for Tracey.

Anyway, that's it for now.



A change from the usual sorts of music.

I never really realized it before, but Fraggle Rock is actually a pretty technically impressive show. I mean, the intro alone has like forty fucking puppets in it, and they're all singing in union. While there's only probably ten or so actual voices in there, the fact that Jim Henson could find that many people capable of doing the weird Fraggle singing voice sure impressed me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7TTk_0XYn4

I'm unable to embed it, but it's worth watching.

On top of that, excepting the scenes with the fat troll things (which are impressive due to the scaling and such, as are the little dudes in the intro, which, if I remember, are Doozers), there's always at least ten fraggles on screen doing things, in a well designed set that fits it all without showing strings or obviously being designed to hide things.

While looking for the intro, I found this. When you add DJ Kool to anything, it = the best ever. Add in the inhereint awesomeness of Fraggles, and, well.



I also managed to find a whole episode, and quite a few more are available. It's not a bad one, though it's a little different from the version I saw the other day.



It's a musical kids show, which means I should hate it, but childhood memories, and the fact that it's just a nice show, make me actually kind of like it.

So yeah, you should like Fraggles, cause they're actually pretty cool, and a perfect stoner show.


On a completely unrelated note, having only one decent 24 hour background channel has not messed with my sanity in any way. Nope.

I've been talking to a Zoophile online alot lately. Yes, I mean a person who fucks or believes they have romantic relationships with animals.

He's actually a genuinely interesting guy, and, ignoring what this probably says about me, I find this topic insanely fascinating.

I mean really. The guy is married* to a fucking tiger. How could that not be kind of interesting?

The following is a excerpt from our conversation thus far, in an answer format. I was for some reason unable to find my questions, but you can kinda figure it out.

"It's not so much that a marriage would be inconvenient, it's that a marriage is an institution. A legal one, really, more than a romantic one, so it just wouldn't be right to submit my love to that. Now, if society overnight became totally accepting of our relationship, I wouldn't say no to a little ceremony, nor would she as she never misses an opportunity to get way too much attention at once, haha.

For me, it's never been an attraction to all animals, by any means, and it's always, even when I was extremely young, pivoted around cats. I dreamed of deer when I was a young teen, and had a brief tryst with a very nice dog who caught my attention but was not mine. I was drunk, but no one ever found out; resolved to never become that inebriated again, although the dog sure liked me particularly after that. But my first real lover, the first I really had feelings for, was a cat.

I do feel that I am in a monogamous relationship, and have a bit of animosity towards people, particularly other zoophiles, who are polygamous. It takes a lot of work and attention to become so close to a member of another species. They find it quite easy to understand us, just by being around us, but due to the limitations of our senses and our conditioned reliance on language, we must put in that extra effort. I find it difficult to believe anyone could have that level of understanding and companionship with more than one animal in their life; to me, it seems like they're simply being used as a sexual outlet and the occasional but relatively noncommittal romantic one.

It's quite clear that as far as feelings, my love is mine alone. Although there are other people she is fond of, she does not react to them nearly in the same way she does to me, even disregarding primal needs such as sex and sustenance. I try to be as objective about this as possible, so I hope you will take my word for this. As far as sex, she's never had the opportunity. Cats, like most species, don't really draw the same love-sex connection that we do, so although I somehow get the feeling that she would react adversely to petitions other than mine, even during her heat cycle. It is a fact that there are members of all cat species, who are not in the terribly minute minority, who do mate for life. I can't support the theory that she is one of them, however, nor frankly would I mind too much if I was wrong due to said lack of connection.

Questions are good. They're actually why I'm here: I'm representin', haha. So don't be afraid of asking too many, or asking the 'wrong' questions. Worst that can happen is I just refuse to answer and move on.



I don't know. I just find this fascinating. I mean, it's one thing to come out as gay, but how many people have the balls to admit they dig non-humans?
*See the first topic.

Haven't updated in forever. Lindsay would not approve of what I've been up to lately, and it's frankly not the type of things to put on the internet anyway.

Slightly less recently:

Did in fact get fired. Woulda made my year and a half, but I pointed out potential internal theft to someone, they reported it without bothering to look into it (which is what they get paid to do), and when it turned out to be nothing, they blamed me to save their own worthless ass. Mind you, I was given absolutely no reason for my dismissal, despite asking two seperate managers (who told me opposite things, neither of which made alot of sense anyway), and a co-worker (who I guess thought I quit). I'm not overly broken up about it, as I know I'm a pretty decent worker and have never been fired before, but it's pretty annoying that I wasn't given a specific reason, and am left to guess.

Anyway, I have decided to finish my highschool, for three reasons:

1. Truthfully, I don't see a need for it, as I used to/usually make more money than almost anyone I know, including my parents. While I haven't had a job like that in a bit, they are ALWAYS available, should I need one. However, I can't tell my kids to go to school if I haven't. And if it turns out school is indeed a waste of time, and it's better and easier to graduate as an adult, then I can tell them that.

2. It gives me a chance to sit here and fix up the house a bit.

3. It gives me a chance to sit here and get stoned while still doing something semi-useful.

I'm getting awfully burnt out with life.

You. That is smart. And probably good for you. And about time, I was starting to worry a little. Probably not a fun concept for you, but... It would have sucked to see someone make that overly common mistake. So good for you. Anyway.

I've been playing alot of Xbox lately. 360s are fun, but I need more people to play with than the two or three from work. I also am now a Netflix fan.

Lessie, what else? I've been a little depressed lately. I'm getting bored. And work is stressy as fuck sometimes. T's hubby's ok ish, minus a leg. He is offering a $500 reward for it's return. Apparently, limbs are thrown out when amputated. I personally would have turned it into a lamp or something.

I'm not looking forward to finding another job. I have no plans to quit, but I will probably be fired in about a year and a half, most likely right after I become a full time supervisor. Trust me, if you worked where I work, you would understand how I can put such a specific shelf life on myself.

Welp, outta stuff for now.

We're moving again next week. It's a nice little house, with lots of land (as in, I can set up a shooting range someplace in the backyard), and less than our apartment is, rent wise. I have a few concerns about it, but it will basically be "our" house, and we can paint, fix, or rebuild anything we don't like.

Landlady seems nice. She works with Lisa, lives VERY close by (potentially one of three downsides, though this does add a little bit of security to the place), and is apparently pretty generous. We are apparently permitted to use their fourwheelers, and they provide free internet and cable. Etc. etc.

The downsides are:

The house is OLD, in my opinion. If it's not as old as I think it is (70s, with constant repair), then it's new, and has been horribly maintained until a few years ago. I'm more worried about it fucking freezing in the winter, due to single pane windows and thin, poorly insulated walls, and lack of centralized heating (though multiple radiators might work even better for all I know), than anything else. The wiring is all new(er, anyway. Newer than the appartment's by far), the roof is getting reshingled in a while (I'm making sure to stipulate this), and the rest is mostly aesthetics, which we can work on.

It's a bit of a drive out of town. Gas will be a little more, though I'll spend less on fast food. We *might* need a second car, though Lisa might get rides from the landlady. If this is the case, I will probably try to get a little car anyway, and then park the truck until needed. If not, I will sell the truck and get a pair of shitty old two wheel drives. Insurance on a newer car would be cheaper, so depending on the eventual situation, this could actually make no difference at all. I'll still have to leave for work earlier, but whatever. I'm used to it, and always get there 30 minutes early anyway.

The owners live like five and half feet away. Maybe seven. I'm serious. None of our windows look at them, and they are older people with no qualms about how much noise we want to make, or if I want to smoke a joint out by their huge firepit, or whatnot. So it might not be bad. It's nice knowing the old man will usually be around to keep an eye on things, and to tractor out my truck if I get stuck in the winter. Additionally, I might get to see alot of sweet cars and things, and maybe even have some tools available, as he's a mechanic.

Anyway, it'll be interesting.


Alex is coming down in a bit. Judging by her wording, and the fact she messaged Lisa and not me, I don't think she's planning specifically on seeing me, but rather Lisa. Not that I think she'd be at all upset if I were there or anything, or that I'm really bothered, as it IS Alex. Frankly, I'm just glad she gets along with someone I used to know. For some reason, even my guy friends seem to have issues hanging out with whoever I date, so it's kinda nice they like eachother.

Sophie came through. Despite her assurances, she of course didn't call or anything.


I sort of notice a pattern. It's interesting, but more often than not, the only people who I feel would put any effort into seeing me or helping me out with anything are those I work with (with some pretty obvious exceptions, like yourself, dear reader, and interestingly (to me at least), people like Sam or Hayley, who I don't typically want to see but are or were always there anyway). I'm not saying I have any resentment or blame here, as I've never been a "people" person, as I think most of my old friends are pretty worthless anyway, but it's a little weird to me that someone I would not consider a friend, or in most cases even trust with insignificant facts, and barely know in many ways, would probably be willing to help me move, or would have a good, deep conversation about God with me. In some ways, I understand it. As with most people like myself, my charm is more or less superficial, thus the longer you know me, the less you will probably like me, and I similarly have VERY different views on pretty much everything than most other people. It's still interesting, though.

Speaking of work people, T's old man got t-boned on his bike. His leg got torn off, and he's in a coma, but will probably make it. I am atypically sympathetic, as T is one of the few people I really connect with on any level, and wish I were a little better at the whole "condolences" thing. I think I will buy a bottle of expensive booze, some cigars, and then wait. If he recovers, wakes up, and is more or less normal again (minus leg), then I will give it to them as a "celebration" type thing. If he dies, maybe I'll just keep the booze and stoogies myself, and have my own little Erisian mini-wake for the poor guy. Honestly, I just really hope T is dealing with it like I think she is, which is the way I think I'd deal with it.


I think I might get some McDonald's or something. Cheers.