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My favorite episode of SpongeBob was on today at my medical building. I didn't get to watch it because I had to be an adult for all the Boots in the room who were intently staring directly ahead despite no orders to do so. But, one day they will realize it's okay to be more than a statue in public settings.

What are you doing to catch it?

Stars

Always manage to forget this word describing me despite it being incredibly accurate.

Dream job right here. Saving the world from Mordo and other-dimensionly things whose mere existence would make your head explode.

I beat up myself so I don't beat up others.

I didn't steal this from Robocop, I swear.

I'm rewriting If You're Happy and You Know It

The new version goes: If you're old and you know it, groan loudly whenever you move. (Repeat) If you're old and you know it, then your joints are frozen and creaky, and you should probably get a walker. (Repeat chorus thing) I'm not a musician, but I think it could compete with the best of them. I'm tapping into the forgotten old people demographic.

How I want to deal with most people.

UHF . ‘89 . IMDb

If I have a tombstone, I want this on it. Or pepperoni and cheese. What would you like on your tombstone?

I think the day when everything comes together and I finally know my happiness will be the day Death takes me. Some of us just weren't lucky enough to be born for happy lives.

It's not often I find something this coincidental. Loved ancient and medieval history for as long as I can remember, and I've especially liked the stories demonstrating women played a role just as important as men (whether martial, statecraft, etc). So, seeing photo sets of women actively participating in historical (authentic or creative [creative to a point; fantasy LARP crosses the line in my opinion]) reenacting is something pretty awesome. May also not be a surprise Brave is one of my favorite Pixar movies. What made this particular set stand out to me among many others was it's the first one I've seen crediting Patrick Thaden, whom I had the pleasure of meeting many years ago shortly before he moved to a bigger shop. I've since lost track of my contacts in the smithing fields, so it's incredibly awesome to see he's still working.

OMG THE WHOLE SET HAS SET MY SOUL AFLAME

https://www.flickr.com/photos/jetrefilm/6401353617/in/photostream/

David Jetre

Shroud - Art Direction 

Custom armor for David Jetre’s debut film, the western thriller Shroud.

The armor, sword and shield (not shown) were handmade out of aluminum in order to afford Nicole a full range of movement. 

Actor: Nicole Leigh

Armor by Patrick Thaden & Ugo Serrano. Sword engraving by Holsapples Engravers, Inc. Courtesty Gayla Partridge Photography

"Your disappearance as this particular organism is simply seasonal... You and all you, every person you see, will soon be dead... Don't just put it off in the back of your mind and say 'I'll consider that later.' It's the most important thing to consider now, because it enables you - it is the mercy of nature - because it's going enable you to let go and not defend yourself all the time. Waste all those energies in self defense." - Alan Watts (Picture stolen from an Alan Watts Twitter feed)

The more you know

I saw the term "fuckboy" for the first time today. Not directed at me (I have a strange aversion to women. Only reason I even met my last ex was through a coworker). Anyway, it seems I really missed the harbour for the ship from the land of retarded dirtbags. Part of me wonders if this was a latent characteristic in too large a percentage of men who just didn't have the proper outlet for their useless douchebaggery, or if social media/pop culture/etc. have, in part, spawned a new race of... Ick? Is that a good way to describe it? I'd say slimers, but that'd be kind of insulting to the Ghostbusters character. I've already admitted I made a lot of stupid mistakes in the couple relationships I had, but... damn... I hate one ex with what I'd hope is enough ferver to cause nuclear fusion, but I don't see how that should make me entitled to anything. Is this what it's come to, though? Some sense of entitlement solely because you're a male? Some girl didn't treat you right (or like you wanted)? CALL THE FUCKING WAAAAAHMBULANCE. Treat a woman how she wants to be treated. Is that such an arduous task? Yeah, Tinder and dating sites have a pretty good volume of people wanting sex. Does that mean EVERYONE on there is immediately, desperately, helplessly in such dire need for sexual contact they should all be subjected to... Ick? (I like the suspense from ellipses. It's like "Legen- -dary" It's a good buildup) I can feel my brain almost overheating trying to figure out just... Why? It's almost as difficult for me to fathom why there are so many money-obsessed fuckers in the world when a 30¢ bullet can make that money not mean shit anymore. Or as maddening as the totality of the universe, our complete lack of knowledge or thirst for exploration, and how utterly insignificant and useless we are (especially compared to a 30¢ bullet that can at least change something in the immediate area). I feel the gears siezing at the notion some guys think they're so integral to the operation of the planet, their dicks/looks/money/whatever are cause for any and every woman they want to strip down and fuck wherever they happen to be. I'm not religious. I hate religion for what it is and tends to do to many people. But, one thing that nearly every religion in existence has ever had in common is what most people call "the golden rule." I don't know why such a purely basic concept requires a gilded name (probably some bullshit about gold being worth something as currency), but is it that fucking hard to not be a fuck-shit stack? When did that concept devolve into "I show u mah dik u suld send nuds"? (My brain nearly hemorrhaged typing that) I'm trying to figure out what would happen if law enforcement and the justice system got their heads out of their asses and actually allocated time and funds to taking online sexual harassment and assault seriously. I think some fuckers would find themselves out their precious smartphone they use to prey on other women. See how fucking awesome they are with a flip phone and a name that is legally forbidden from online dating. (A fake name wouldn't work out in the long run) You know, maybe there should be a push for that. Banishment from social media as a legal function, not some shit to be ignored by moderators and businesses. There's got to be money enough in there somewhere for someone to run with it. I, for one, do not have that kind of money. Or, really, not much money in general. Food is too tasty for money. Money sounds most unpleasant as a meal or snack. Or drink. Goldschlager may be an exception; though, I cannot recall ever having it before. Where was I? Oh, yeah! JUST FUCKING CUT THE SHIT, YOU FUCK-SHIT STACKS. You have as much right to assault women's vision and emotions, as I have to assault your eyes with metal filings. No, those two are far more similar than you think. I'm not some dumbass white knight, some hero wannabe, some super-nice and sensitive guy women would be lucky to have. I'm neither conceited nor delusional. Learned from my mistakes. I might never be in a relationship again, never have sex again, whatever. At least I can say I'll have gone without being an utter fuckwit to any random woman who is connected via physical proximity or cyberspace.

Finding what you're looking for

Someone I know once told me his whole family holds the belief nothing good comes from introspection. As someone who has spent most of his life afraid of saying what I mean, doing what I want, and being what I want to be, this sounded like sage advice. Spending too much time worrying about nothings has taken its toll, and it's cost me more than one love so far. Was he right, though? Does cutting out self-consciousness totally do any good? Would it have helped me to be like that in those relationships I truly believed were better than I will ever have or deserve? Would that level of wanton ignorance be a blessing in the search for someone new? Is being how I am good enough? Were those really the perfect relationships I utterly fucked up? A part says I will never have love again, but another part rails against that notion because it all comes down to knowing what you want, having a goal, beginning at the end. Looking back, I never had those. I was so wrapped up in just getting into a relationship, I refused to see what truly was happening before my eyes. It almost killed me. Self-destructive, suicidal, depressed, angry, empty. Yet, because simply having someone meant more to me than being with them, I failed to turn away, and it hurt us both. I was too afraid to be me, so I settled with being a hideous visage of myself. Wearing different faces day-in day-out, and the longer it continued, the worse the relationships got. My relationship experience is little: Two, long-term things that turned into nightmares. Yet, both had several common denominators: 1) Me being an idiot; 2) Me not knowing what I wanted - which would have prevented both of those even starting in the first place. Sure, I liked them, but in the end, we didn't know each other fully. Looking back now, I can't believe we actually managed to get anywhere in the first place. We did like each other, but we settled. NEVER SETTLE FOR A WHOLE. Sure, once you know what you want, you may overlook certain aspects (physically, mentally, etc.), but NEVER give up everything for someone. If you're waking up irritated by being next to them, by having to call/text them, or by having to see them, you have overstayed your welcome in that relationship. Now, before arguing over the above, I mean irritated by everything they are for more than just a short time. People argue, disagree, fight, etc. Those do happen, but those aren't what I mean. If you either can't say "I love you," or it only feels like a hollow ring in your ears, things aren't working. It's time to change and find what you truly wanted all along. Finding that person or figuring out what they are is up to you. Like I said, I've only been in two, long-term relationships. Only ever been with five people total in a sexual sense. Taken me a long time to put much of any thought into why I messed up so bad. It would be nice to think myself as a person isn't terrible. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm as much of a monster as my exes accused me of being to them. Or, maybe we fit so poorly and fought it, we finally found we hated each other. Know what you want, take time to figure things out, be yourself, and don't let fear of anything push you away or pull you in. If a match is unlikely, don't rush. Save yourself and your other the loss down the road. Sure, feelings will likely be hurt, but you will only hurt more forcing a nightmare to continue. It's alright to walk away. It's alright to say "No." It's alright to be picky. Just be respectful.

On a scale of 0 to this coffee spill, how are you feeling today?

Doomed to hate those I like most. Cursed to drive away those I most want near. There is no matching piece. There is no purpose. There is no place. There is empty laughter, cold heart, stagnant blood, manic mind, twisted body. But there is nothing here for something like me.

I do not find the funny bone humerus.

How many hats could the Sorting Hat sort, if the Sorting Hat could sort hats?

New Year's resolutions for attempting to get back into the dating thing after three years: 1. Get better judgement. ----NOPE---- 2. Stop hating everyone who lives in this part of the country. ----NOPE---- 3. Figure out how to interact with women again. ----NOPE---- Like Casey swinging for the fences here. Addendum: 4. Stop being ugly. ----NOPE---- Well, this year isn't working already.

Spy gun. Check. Holster. Check. All I need now is a nice suit.

All I want to do is go to Disneyworld before I move, and my friends keep bitching out. Maybe I'll just go by myself and take pictures of me being sad in the happiest place on earth.

http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-35226276 I wish I was the most badass of burglars. If I could have anything in the world, it'd be this. Even if it was mine under very shady circumstances.

I've determined I am incredibly unattractive. Body is one thing; that isn't bad and can be worked on. My face, though. It's not even the skin. Its very structure is horrid. Other people have well-defined features, and mine is just this weird oval that has an uneven jaw, nose, and eyes. For your safety, I can't provide a picture.

Pizza, I really like you, but you've become a bad habit. Time to stop being lazy and get back to making the less deadly food I love. Which is kind of funny because I'm not a health nut. Though, I realized all the stuff I really like is basically a Mediterranean diet. Who knew? I noticed spaghetti isn't in those, though... -_- But, time to get these love handles to go away again. It's just too easy to get into bad eating habits. Just takes a little effort to get back into good habits, right? It's easy to notice the huge difference in energy when you start eating right. Might feel a little hungry in the beginning, but in the immortal words of Admiral Ackbar, "IT'S A TRAP!"

Even though it was four years since the breakup on Christmas Day, I can still say it'd take all my strength to not expend every round of ammunition I own into your face, you cheating, psychopathic, manipulating, pathological liar. There is no depth to my level of hatred for you, and even if I was sent to the Seventh Circle of Hell, I'd still laugh because I know you'd be in the Ninth where you belong.

It's just like ordinary, everyday experience, only two inches from the ground. Of course it'd be my favorite piece by Audiomachine that's an industry release... They really did capture the feeling.