Tuesday, 31 July 2012

I am weird. I'm not just saying that. I am actually pretty weird. In a few ways really. I can convince you that I'm a wonderful and special person and likeable, even loveable, and then try and take it all back and insist I'm not. Insist that you should leave me alone before I hurt you. I want acceptance and love, yet at the same time I don't want it. I can convince you that I'm a wholly good and innocent person when I know I'm not, and then try and convince you I'm not. Which you then won't believe. The greatest trick the devil ever did was convince the world he doesn't exist. I am the devil. In that sense. Its not even that I push people away with one hand pull them in with the other. Its that I push you away while begging you to stay. Or I hold on to while telling you to get away while you can.

Someone once left me saying she cared too much about me to hurt me. I found the notion insane because she was hurting me right there. But I understand those feelings now. The thought that you can care about someone so much that you don't want to hurt them. So you'd rather just tell them to go away and be done with it. There are a few things wrong with this though. I already pointed out one. You're still hurting them. You're hurting yourself too. For no real reason. The other point is that its not really up to you to decide that.

Just like you can care about someone so much you're willing to hurt them now to save them from pain down the road, there are people who care enough about you to risk being hurt. There are people who can see the good in you, and are willing to bet that side of you will win out in the end.  I'm not entirely sure what the point of this was. It sort of changed gears halfway through. This is what I get for writing it in two goes instead of writing the whole thing at once.

This is just something I wrote while talking to someone and I had a burst of inspiration because I was doing that thing I do where I tell someone I'm not good at something. In this specific case it was talking. I might talk a fair bit online, and in blog posts, but if you try to talk to me IRL, I'm incredibly quiet, shy, and docile. The only times I'm not really is when I'm trying to bring someone out of their shell.

P.S I haven't forgotten about the questions thing, I'm just trying to save them. More on that at a later date.

Monday, 30 July 2012

Let The Rampant Prostitution Begin

This post isn't going to be a total round up. In fact I'm going to keep that pretty short really.

Tuesday I talked about the good and bad people in my life. Some of you seemed quite happy that I don't have bad people in my life, but that's not the case. I do have them, everyone has them, but I won't get rid of them so I don't see the point in complaining about them. If you're going to complain about a problem that is easily fixable then the solution is right there. Fix it.

Wednesday I took a brief look at some of my favourite things. There was a lot of nostalgia, and being a kid because I posted the full version of the opening theme to Pokemon (I WANNA BE, THE VERY BEST), and the opening titles to Cardcaptors. It was a very gay post too I'll give it that.

Thursday was my latest podcast which didn't seem to get too many comments but oh well. It was kinda long at half an hour. The first 8 minutes were meaningless though. The main point was that I told some of the past between myself and Jessica. Hear some of the stupid shit we did in school. I also have something huge involving her I hope to be able to announce soon. By soon I mean sometime within the next month to be fair though.

Friday I did something no one ever thought I would do. I complimented myself, and accepted that I'm a good writer. It didn't last very long though and I went in to some of the downsides of my super cool writing ability. Namely the fact that I'm still not brilliant with fiction, and that if I don't act on inspiration when I get it, it tends to remain un-used and I've lost a good idea. I can take notes, but it just won't end up as good as it could have.

Saturday I posted what was a much longer than usual chapter of Immortal Space. I also nearly changed Geoff's name to Jeff, the Americanised spelling. Then Fang said it could have had an interesting backstory and using my super awesome writing powers I came up with the backstory and reversed my decision. There is now a reason Geoff uses the British spelling. There was also an abundance of social commentary. I didn't intend to get that preachy.

Sunday I posted some birthday wishes for both my good blogging bro Fang, and my niece. This means I will never forget either of their birthdays. Except I will. I forget my own sometimes. I even forget Jessica's :( If I forget the birthday of the most important person to me, I'm going to forget yours.

Okay that was about the length of a regular round up post but I promised rampant prostitution and by God I will deliver! See as well as talking about Jessica on last Thursday's podcast I breached the idea of opening an online store, but I would need a place where they sell my designs. I have now found such a place in Zazzle.com. The only downside is I only make 10% of the sale. I don't mind so much really though. Anyway, since I've had the idea, I have come up with some shirts, and some other items as well. And not all of it relates directly to the site. In fact only about 10% of the stuff on there is related to here. I'm quite proud of some of the things I've come up with. I'm not so proud of the others, but they aren't too bad.

One problem I have is that I'm not an artist. I can come up with a witty line, but graphics can really help make a t-shirt as well as a witty slogan. Sometimes I get lucky and can find a good image online, and others I have no choice but to either go with just a slogan, or not make it at all. I'm also still bad at this whole design thing. Bear with me.

Like I said though I am proud of some of them. Especially the kids shirts, which I adore. They come in two kinds. I was never fond of the phrase "Reach out and touch someone" so I changed it to "Reach out and touch a cat."

Reach Out And Touch A Cat - Kids T-shirt
Reach Out And Touch A Cat - Kids T-shirt by TheRamblingPerson
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Then at the request of Nellievaughn, I decided to show the dogs some love too, and came up with "Reach out and touch a dog."



There are several other things, but these two are the cutest, and this has lasted a while, so I'll have to leave it there. Be sure to check out the rest of my shop at http://www.zazzle.co.uk/theramblingperson. There's a chance some designs aren't appearing yet another. Another shirt I'm quite happy with is the "These boots are made for stalking" shirt. If that's up then it should all be there. I haven't sold anything, but it's early days, and like I said, these things don't exactly have mainstream appeal yet. If you enjoy one of the designs, do me a favour and share it.

Okay I really am ending it this time. I hate to be all self promotional like that -_- I'm not selling out, I don't expect to make a lot of money. I'd be quite happy with 5-10 dollars a month just to keep my podcast going at least.

Sunday, 29 July 2012

A Very Special Day

It's a very special day for someone today. In fact it's so special that I'm taking the time out to say that it's special. That someone is of course....

Me.

It's always a special day for me. When the screaming stops, and they let me outside for a few hours. Those times are the best. Sometimes the screaming doesn't stop though, and I have to make it stop. There's a lot of red though when I do that. All that red...the nurse says it's bad to make the red appear but what does she know? Maybe I'll make the red appear for her...that'll shut her up...

Back to reality though it is in fact a special day for two people, not just one. Two people I know are celebrating birthdays today, however they are not the same age. One person is our good blogger friend Fang (I'm guessing most of you knew that since we all follow eachother around here), and the other person is my niece. The blonde one. The only one who likes me. The strange one in her family because she has two ginger sisters. She has brown haired sister as well but she has a different dad. I also thought that my sister was naturally ginger, but it turns out she dyes her hair. Who dyes their hair ginger? O_o I didn't even know they made ginger dyes. Oh well.

Now, I'm going to give my niece her present(s) today, but I can't give Fang anything. He didn't give me much prior notice and after what he did for my birthday, I would have liked to have done something similar. But we live on. Instead of being able to give something to him, I thought I would write this post, tell you all how old he is (20, I know, he doesn't look it, but he is) and give him one of the baddest men on the planet, also one of the hottest, singing a song just for him.



Well, it would be just for him if his name was Aleia and he was the daughter of Rey Mysterio.

And if that wasn't enough, here's a more horrifying rendition.


Have a great birthday Fang MAH BOI and I hope you get plenty of good stuff, even if you aren't a major fan of birthdays. You aren't five though, like my niece, so you won't get as much as her. You stand the chance of getting more expensive things though. You also won't be getting a Tinkerbell cake, which is going to be devastating I know, but there's always next year.

Christ I need to go back to being depressed. The crazy shit I do when I'm confident/willing to have a laugh, is, well crazy shit.

Saturday, 28 July 2012

A Stupidly Long Chapter

I've been watching a lot of Red Dwarf lately, which has put me in quite a spacey mood really. That has helped me write Immortal Space and last night I was able to write something that was about twice as long as a regular chapter. As per usual there was a change of plans. I won't spoil too much but I originally planned to have created bio-dome technology. Then I thought to myself "Bio-domes AND artificial atmospheres? Surely you have one or the other. Why have both?". In the end I couldn't make it work, so they were cut. Also a change is Geoff's name. Geoff is the British spelling of Jeff, but there's a problem. Jeff is American, as is Trent, and not British. As such I have decided to give Geoff the American spelling he deserves, and he is now Jeff DISREGARD THAT I SUCK COCKS. Thanks to Fang I've managed to work it in to the story, and it also fits another plan I had. Also, a fun piece of trivia, before this chapter Geoff's name had been said 250 times or 249. I can't remember if I wrote it as "Geoff" one last time before getting Open Office to change all isntances of Geoff to Jeff. All I know is it told me it had done it 250 times. I appreciate random useless trivia. I hope you appreciate this chapter. PS there's a fair bit of social commentary in this chapter. I hope it's not too preachy, and overall that was NOT my intent.

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Over the course of the next few days Trent and Geoff continued their training. Geoff still hadn't managed to hit Trent but he was lasting longer before they had to stop. When they weren't training Geoff mostly read his ships manuals and he had now taken apart their old and broken ship engine and was learning what each little piece did. This is what he was up to when Trent walked in to the cargo hold, where the engine was being kept, and told him to go to the cockpit and strap himself in. They would be leaving hyperspace soon, and it wasn't safe to not be attached to something when that happened. Leaving hyperspace took longer than entering it because the ship had to slow down fully before it could leave. It could take a few hours and Geoff decided to pass it by asking Trent questions.
“So, where'd you get the scar?” he asked.

“This again?” Trent sighed. “I told you, I'll tell you when you can land a clean hit on me.”
“I already did” Geoff responded.
“I said cleanly. You hit me when I wasn't paying attention.”
“Can't you at least give me a clue?”. Trent rubbed his eyes and shook his head.
“Okay, one clue. They say that scars are related to emotions. If the emotions attached to a scar stay strong, then it will never heal.” he said. Geoff narrowed his eyes sceptically.
“Does it really work like that?” he asked.
“Well if it didn't I'd have healed by now wouldn't I?”
“But you will tell me how you got it?”
“When you hit me. A man's gotta have some secrets. You've got some I bet.”
“Well yeah, but I don't really have anything interesting like a scar.”
“Hey, anything can be interesting.”
“I guess. Say, what's this Serataur like?”
Keen to get off the subject of his scar, Trent happily talked about the planet they were about to visit. It was discovered a few hundred years ago. When it was first discovered it was a barren wasteland. There was no atmosphere, and no water. Not even any bacteria were found to be living there, or other single cell organisms. The people who found it left and came back with equipment to terraform it. At this point Geoff asked about the history of terraforming. He had learned about it, but not much about the history of it. During the last Great War that Trent fought in, someone fired an extremely powerful weapon that destroyed all life in a large area and made it impossible for life to ever flourish there again. After seeing the devastation and the pointless loss of life, both military and civilian, the people agreed to never fire such weapons again. People finally took notice of the bad shape the Earth was in, and so used the money they had spent fighting each other, and destroying the planet, to fix it instead. They spent decades researching until they discovered terraforming and ways to create atmospheres. After fixing the atmosphere of Earth they set out to see if they could try it on other planets. It took another few decades for that because of the cost involved, but the world government eventually authorised it and so they tried to give the Moon an atmosphere. The experiment succeeded and so people were able to live on another planet if they wanted. At first it was very expensive, but the technology became more cheaply available as it was expanded upon. The only downside was that it could only work on a planet that was close enough to a sun to sustain life. An atmosphere would be made but without the heat and light and energy of the suns rays plants could not grow and supply oxygen. Because they had managed to “heal” the world, the people once again sought to explore the stars. Research began on surpassing light speed and several planets that could sustain life were eventually discovered. Serataur was one such world. Even worlds that couldn't sustain life had resources though, and mining stations had been set up on several planets. It was mostly on resource heavy planets however because the stations were entirely dependent on supplies from outside. Over the course of a few hundred years mankind had colonised several planets, and Trent had personally discovered several more, including a few that didn't need artificial atmospheres to sustain life.
“Wait, you've met aliens?” Geoff said, interrupting his story. Trent was a bit surprised Geoff had talked and took a second to answer.
“Well, yeah, but to them I was the alien.”
“Have you told anyone?”
“Nah” Trent said, shaking his head. “I doubt anyone would believe me, and I ain't sure how the people would react. If it would go badly, then I want both sides to have peace for as long as they can.”
“Didn't you say that we've achieved peace?”
“Amongst ourselves, we have. Countries get along now. But individual people are still unable to accept peace. Crime is still existent, and I have no idea how we'll react to an entirely different species. We still hunt animals for sport, and when we first discovered people of different colour, we weren't too friendly with them. See what I mean? I'm not sure just how much people have matured. There are still plenty of weapons out there, and people will go far in the name of “self defence”' he said, making quotes in the air with his fingers. “We've come far, but I don't know how we'd react. So, for now, we're going to continue to live in ignorant bliss.”
“What were they like? The aliens?”
“No idea, they didn't speak a word of our language.” he said, breaking out in laughter. Geoff laughed too, though he wasn't sure why. While they were laughing their surroundings changed and the white expanse of hyperspace became the black expanse of space. Geoff noticed and stared out the window again. He saw what looked like a giant white ball with bits of blue in it.
“That's Seratuar” Trent said, pointing at it. “We'll be there in a few hours, so get ready. You need to be here before we enter the atmosphere. You have to be strapped in again for that.”
Geoff hurried and got ready and packed what he thought he would need as quick as he could so he could go back to looking out the window. Eventually they reached the atmosphere and punched through it, landing at the spaceport. When they landed the two of them went to the entrance of the ship and stepped out on to the dusty ground of Serataur.

Friday, 27 July 2012

Are You Ready?

I'm about to do something no one has ever thought I would ever do. I'm not really sure you are ready for this, but I'm going to do it anyway. What I am about to say is so monumental that I really must prepare you in advance for it. I mean, seriously, no one ever saw this coming. It's so life changing that you should get a screengrab just to remember the occasion, because it may never happen again.

I...



Am a good writer.

That's right. I actually complimented myself on something. I am beginning to think that I really am a good writer. At least of non-fiction. I also have a bit of an imagination. All the pro-gay slogans I came up with yesterday were really made when Jessica said that she thought something should be a bumper sticker. The Scrubs coma theory was based around the single slight idea that it's all in JD's head. Hell Immortal Space itself was based on two prompts. Two! A full story! The idea was simple, it's set in space, and features an immortal character who enjoys his immortality. Since then I've managed to come up with several ideas, including one I had yesterday for a way to make some things make sense. Sadly that's quite late in to the story so you could be waiting a while.

I've written full, multi-paragraph posts on the notion that I have nothing to write about. I've written poems centered around one line. One word even. If you give me a prompt, I can run with it, and make something happen. One time Jessica told me that she had to write an essay about the pros and cons of the prison system, and she asked me if I could think of any, and I pretty much wrote the entire essay for her right there on my phone. My fingers killed afterwards but when you have inspiration, you have to run with it, and not let anything stop you.

There is, of course, a downside to this. Me complimenting myself couldn't have lasted long. The downside to this is of course that inspiration, that feeling that makes me want to write a story based on a word, is very fleeting. If I don't take the chance as soon as I get it, then there's a good chance it will never come to fruition. People take notes, and can work from that, but not me. The connections in my brain that make everything fit and make sense have a very short life span. If I have time to take enough notes to preserve the idea, I might as well just write the whole thing out. Not to mention of course that there are some things I don't think I can make in to a story. The guys at A Beer For The Shower once challenged me to write a story based on the idea that a couple who communicate through interpretive dance because one of them is deaf travel back in time with the help of a taco and then they get stuck there because they eat it. Like I said though I'm better with non-fiction I think. I don't get ideas too often, but when I do I can really roll with them, and make something happen.

Seriously this post is another shining example. Look how bloody long it is and the basic idea was "Hey, I'm a half decent writer".

Thursday, 26 July 2012

All Things Jessica

So a few days ago I think it was Matthew who said in a comment that he wanted to know a bit more of the past between me and Jessica. I went and recorded a podcast about that. Though that story doesn't really kick in until after the first 8 minutes. The first 8 minutes is a bunch of crap, and then my theory on how the show Scrubs is a coma fantasy that JD had. I'm not too sure when he entered the coma, but it made sense at the time of writing. Here's your podcast for now though. Hear me get emotional and almost cry.





There's another thing I want to briefly discuss. See I'm interested in making t-shirts and what not, and I think I actually have the creativity to come up with cool things to put on a shirt. The only problem is that I can't run a store in house. I don't have the room, and even if I did I don't have the skills or equipment to make things here. One solution (Thanks to the super cool Dan and Gloria) is Zazzle. Basically you design things, they sell them, they pay you royalties. If anyone has any other websites like that, let me know. I want to weigh my options. Also if there's anything I've ever said that you think should be on a shirt, let me know. Maybe even one of the pro-gay slogans from the podcast.

Also I have now realised one of my life's dreams. I haven't done it yet, but I've realised it's a dream. I want to be made in to a plush toy. I know most boys want to be action figures, but not me. Being a plushie would suit me better, and I want to be available in huggable format. I'd actually quite enjoy that anyone, anywhere, could hug me at any time. So if anyone can actually make a plush of me, you would have all my love, respect, and anything. I really do have no shame.

That's all for now folks, I hope you enjoyed the podcast, or at least listened to it. Also before you start calling me some capitalistic shitdog for wanting to move in to the merchandising area of things, I really would be happy with just $10-$15 a month, or just $5 even for my podbean hosting. I'm not trying to make a lot of money, I'm just trying to keep things going.

Okay I'm really going this time, this has counted as a post AND a podcast. At least the folks who can't listen have something to read.

Oh wait, one final thing. One design I was hoping to do for the t-shirt would be a sketch of my avatar, but the best I could come up with was this. If this is alright let me know, and if you can sketch my avatar, then also let me know. Again, you would have all my love and respect.

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Favourites

First off a quick apology about the highlighting. Blogger was being gay. In the bad sense.

I think I'm actually running out of proper questions with this thing. I knew I should have just made a post per question/prompt and spent five months on it. For now though a group of questions dealing with some of my favourite things.


A song from the 90s.
 
I checked Wikipedia, and this counts. It was released in late '99. Even if it didn't count it would have been something from Savage Garden. Besides, look at that sexy picture. I would do dark and disturbing (and illegal) things to Darren Hayes.
 
Favourite T.V show and why.
I can't pick just one really. There are plenty. I love sci-fi/fantasy stuff like Doctor Who and Heroes. I like some comedy as well. Cartoons too. Anime. Oh so much. I guess the show I've watched the most though would be the anime Naruto. I've watched every episode of it about 3 or 4 times. If you're going to count favourite based on how much I've seen it, that would be it I guess. Why do I like it so much? I'm not entirely sure. It just mixes some of my favouritest things ever. Plus the soundtrack is amazing. Just do your ears a favour and don't watch the English dub. I also greatly love Doctor Who (the reboot, though I have seen a few episodes of the original run), Frasier, Red Dwarf, and most superhero cartoons. From the 90's and 00's. Cartoons were weird as feck in the 60's. 
 
 
Your favourite blogs.
Too many. Let's move on. I would name some but I'm bound to miss some. I'd love to plug you all, but really I would be bound to miss someone.
 
Favourite theme song.
The English dub of Pokemon. When I got older I grew to hate the dub, and 4Kids in general, but I can't deny how epic that theme song is. Also the opening titles of the dub version of Cardcaptors. Again, it's a dub I came to not like so much, but that theme is still brilliant. 
 
 
I remember being so damn happy when they turned it in to a full song. I really hope it hit number 1. 
 
 
Is it bad I like a show (and a manga for that matter) made by girls, for girls? Of course not.
 
And that's it for that one. Though with the videos it ends up being a bit long anyway I guess. I hope you enjoyed this look at some of my favourite things. If you want to know some more of my favourites (or hey, if you just have any other questions) don't hesitate to ask. 

 


Tuesday, 24 July 2012

The Good And Bad Of People

Some of the questions are about the good and people people in my life, so I decided to group them all together for one post. Some of the answers are short, so that's why I can do them all in one go.

Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Jessica. Who didn't see that coming? I think she probably is the only person outside the family who has made my life worth living for.

Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like crap.
Alex. That is all. Actually two Alex's have seriously negatively affected my life. One destroyed me, and the other destroyed my first relationship. I'm convinced that anyone called Alex who I meet is destined to seriously fuck me up in some way. The first Alex is the one who did the totally unspeakable thing that I will never speak of. The second, like I said, stole my second love from me. Cinders was my second, no point denying that really. The more I talk about that stuff the more I say and the closer I get to just actually saying it all.

Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Too many people but I guess the most prevalent one right now would be a friend I had a few years ago. I don't even know what happened to her, one day she just didn't answer my emails and I never heard from her again. There are a few people I've drifted apart from too that are still in my life, but only just. If you've ever really listened to me you know that a lot of people have left my life, most of which I wish didn't, but some I am better without. I guess.

Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
You. Just kidding. There isn't really anyone toxic in my life right now, unless you count family members. I think there are some people who think I feel that way about them, but I don't really. Plus I'm not likely to do anything about it, so there's no sense complaining about it really. Why complain about what you won't change?

Monday, 23 July 2012

Well This Is Rare

What's rare is that this post is coming to you live on a Monday morning. My dad wanted me to get up early in case he needed me to push his car, which has had trouble starting lately (it's hopefully getting fixed today), but it turned out he didn't need my help. I don't mind really, I wanted to get up earlier. I just wish I'd gotten to sleep earlier last night. My stuffy nose is back in full force, and not even hay fever tablets can stop it. I think it might be a proper cold this time. I wonder if it's possible to OD on hay fever medicine. I take stuff that's so strong, and good, you can only take it once a day. The tablet is tiny too. So I don't buy that you only need one a day, but it really does do it's job for the most part. I'm also seriously considering a doctor about my cough. What this actually means though is that it could still be a few weeks yet until I actually go. If I have a cough for a month, then surely there must actually be something wrong with me. Anyway, that's enough craptacular crap about my crappy life, I'm here to live in the past and tell you what I wrote last week.

Tuesday was a nice bit on if I am in love with anyone, and what my answer to that question will always be. They say that you will know when it's love, but when you've "known" it so many times, you can't trust what anyone, even your own brain, tells you.



Don't you hate it when a comic sums you up in one panel?


Wednesday I shared a story about how my cat made me oversleep (the main reason that I didn't get up early  again until today, and was sleeping late, it threw my sleeping pattern out of order) and then answered the questions of my dream date, if I've ever done something bad and gotten away with it, something I have to forgive myself for, and something I have to forgive other people for.


Thursday was my latest podcast in which I waxed controversial. I ranted for what seemed like forever on my views on gay marriage, religion, politics, drugs, and alcohol. Spoiler alert, I spent the longest time on gay marriage. It's kind of funny in a way that I called it "My Views On..." because that's really what this blog used to be. It was my views on things, and somehow or another, I forgot that, or ran out of things I have a view point on. 


Friday I answered the questions of what I get complimented on the most, and what I get complimented on the least. The original answer to the first one was actually one sentence. Then I stopped being emo and expanded on it. Plus someone called me good looking. Yes I'll mention that every chance I get. It never happens. Ever.


Saturday I finally got back to writing Immortal Space. I got a comment about how I basically skipped the fighting practice and my response is that we already got an example of Trent's fighting style when he was fighting in the cage matches. I didn't want to over-saturate the fighting, and it's not that uncommon to just skip over boring bits by saying things like "Some time later". Though I do hate being common. 


Sunday was just a simple video day. There was a whole week of wrestling condensed to four minutes, and Twilight condensed in to (slightly longer) than five seconds. Five seconds of Twilight is more than enough. Though I suppose it depends on which five seconds. Though it has been so long since I read it I've forgotten why it's so bad (well I know why but I can't really back it up with personal experience anymore) and part of me is tempted to re-read them, just to re-experience the bad. Yes, I do feel shame. No, I really don't ever feel shame.


Anyway (I think I say things like "anyway" enough times to have a drinking game by now) I think that's enough from me. I'm looking forward to a (hopefully) good week. It's the birthday of the niece who actually likes me this Sunday. So now the only girl in the world who shows me any kind of affection will be five years old. That's slightly better, I think. It was the birthday of another niece yesterday, and she certainly seemed quite happy about what she got, so that's good. If I have kids I don't think I'll actually celebrate their birthdays until about their third one, when they can understand what's happening. It's why I don't get the huge fuss over "first Christmas's" and what not. They're not going to remember, and chances are that they aren't going to understand. This is one of the many ways I would fail as a parent. 

Sunday, 22 July 2012

Wrestling In Four Minutes Or Your Money Back

I was traipsing through the Youtubes last night (woo I spelled traipsing right) trying to find something to share when I came across these videos of wrestling events in a few minutes. Now, I know not all of you are wrestling fans, but I think you can get a laugh out of this stuff regardless. You can even consider these videos your ticket in to wrestling. Though I don't advise trying to learn everything that goes on in wrestling from a condensed episode. At the very least you get men in tights and trunks holding on to eachother, that's got to be worth something, right?

Anyway, here is the last week of WWE wrestling in 4 minutes. That's the last calender week, not the week we just sat through.



For you non-wrestling fans here's something else you might get a chuckle out of. Twilight in (slightly more) than five seconds.



I'll have something decent next time.

Maybe. 

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Back To Space

I was able to do some writing for Immortal Space yesterday at long last (yayyyyyyyyy) and there was one little edit I made on an earlier chapter. If you can remember, Geoff bought some books from the parts shop. I thought to myself "Books? In 2500?". While I'd like it if books still existed, I think that for the most part e-readers are the future, and so I changed it up. Instead of buying books, he bought cartridges to fit in to his e-reader. I basically just altered the line to read "They were small cartridges that could fit in to a mobile e-reader." I imagine the e-reader being like a Kindle, but like I said you get books in small cartridges like a Nintendo DS. Obviously you have downloads as well, but I don't want physical media to be permanently gone, plus I don't imagine a world where you can download things in a store. Even if it probably already exists. Anyway, on with the actual chapter. For once. Wheeeeeee.


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A few hours later Trent walked back in to the bridge where Geoff was still reading his books. He looked up and smiled when he heard Trent walk in. 
“Hey,” Trent said, giving a quick wave. “You want to get on with those self defense lessons we talked about?” Geoff saved where he was in his book on his e-reader and set it down. “Sure” he said, standing up and walking towards the door. 
“You alright?” Trent asked, noticing the look on his face. Geoff gave a little grimace but he was still smiling. “Yeah, I'm just not really looking forward to getting my ass handed to me.” Trent laughed and patted him on the back before marching him through the door. 
“I'll go easy on you. Come on, let's go to the cargo hold. There's plenty of room there.” 


When they reached the cargo hold Trent took his shirt off, explaining that he hates it when his clothes get sweaty. Geoff followed suit but regretted his decision when he compared his body to Trent's. While Trent was very athletic and rather muscular, Geoff, while in good health, did not possess much in the way of muscle. Trent decided to see if Geoff at least had some stamina so he set him to run around the cargo hold. Occasionally the ship moved and Geoff fell over. 
“Why does that happen?” he said, breathing heavily due to his exertion. He had fallen over three times now and was rubbing his backside. 
“That's just the nav-computer moving the ship so that we don't hit anything. Don't worry, we're still moving in a straight line, and we won't get lost. You didn't think we were the only people here in hyperspace did you? It's one dimension, we don't get one each. Now run!” Geoff shook his head, slapped his cheeks, and started running again. For some reason he had entertained the thought that they were the only people in hyperspace. 


After about twenty minutes Geoff was bent over and breathing heavily. “You done?” Trent asked him. 
“Yeah...I'm out of it.” Geoff said. 
“Alright, time for you to try and hit me then.”. Geoff looked over at him with a shocked look on his face. 
“What?” he said, while still panting. 
“Hit me,” Trent said, hitting himself on the chest. “If you can that is.” Geoff looked where Trent had hit himself and noticed the scar over his heart again. 
“Say, what's with that scar anyway? Don't you heal anything?” Trent looked down at his chest, at the scar. 
“Oh, that? I'll tell you if you can hit me.” 
“Somehow I knew you'd say that. Can't I take a minute to rest?”
“Nope,” Trent said, shaking his head. “You've got to push yourself. It won't matter if you get me while you're in top condition. If you're going to hit me, do it while you're exhausted. Plus this way you're actually earning that story.” Geoff groaned, stood up, and started running towards Trent. Trent moved out of the way easily, laughing at Geoff. Geoff was able to keep trying for about fifteen minutes but eventually he was just too out of breath and had to take a break. While he was sat down Trent went to get him a drink of water. 
“I guess you'll have to wait for that story then huh?” Trent said with a grin.
“I'll find out one day. You could just let me win you know?” Geoff replied after taking a drink.
“Yeah but then you wouldn't of earned it kid.”
“I told you not to call me kid” Geoff said, flailing out with his arm, and hitting Trent in the face. “Hey,” he said in disbelief, “I hit you! You owe me!” he said, laughing. Trent laughed himself and walked out of the cargo hold. 
“Doesn't count, I wasn't prepared.” 
“It does count!” Geoff shouted, finishing the rest of his drink and running out of the room after him. “Tell me!”
“Maybe later.” Trent replied, leaving Geoff making a sour face.

Friday, 20 July 2012

Compliment Me, Or Don't, I Guess


I have two prompts for you today, but may throw in a few others if it doesn't really seem anything like long enough. But these are two prompts that go together well at least.

What are you complimented on most?
In the words of our Lord saviour Darren Hayes "I am famous for my generosity, they say I am the kindest." I'm complimented most of course on my personality. That frankly non-existant never give up and never say die attitude of mine. My capacity for love and compassion. How far I'm willing to go for people. I've had others actually say they wouldn't go as far as me, though I've never regarded that as anything special. I always shrugged it off and said anyone would have done the same. But it seems they wouldn't. Something happened yesterday as well though that has never happened. Someone actually complimented me on my looks. People say I have good hair and eyes before, but yesterday someone said they like my nose and my lips. They even went as far as to call me a "good looking guy". Let me tell you, those are three words that have never been used to describe me. It came as quite a pleasant surprise really. But yes, I mostly get praise for my personality and mental aspects of me over my physical. People compliment my writing a lot as well. I'm not very good at taking compliments really.

Something you never get compliments on.
Well like I just said, my looks really. But let's face it there isn't really much to compliment. I've been called cute before sure, but there's a difference between being cute and being good looking. I rarely get complimented on my work ethic, outside the blog anyway. You guys see me as some kind of super hard worker but nah I'm regarded as being quite lazy in the real world. There's a difference between being lazy and being unmotivated. It's not that I won't do something, it's that my brain won't tell me I can. In order to think that there is something I do that is worthy of praise, but is never praised, I would need an ego really. I would need to be able to think "Hey, I'm good at that, and that's not something everyone can do" and really there isn't anything I can do like that. I suppose in a way there's nothing I don't get complimented on, because I don't think of myself as doing, or being, anything worth complimenting. If you think there's something I do that you've never really complimented me on, then now is the time to do it.

I've reached a point now where most of the questions go together, so I'm going to have to leave it at that one. I guess I stuck to the theme of the post at least.

Thursday, 19 July 2012

My Views On...

The good news is I was able to podcast. The bad news is that there is no bad news, so you're stuck in a state of happiness. Which I suppose can count as bad news. So, in an effort to continue the question answering, I decided that rather than write about, I would talk about the prompts involving my views on certain subjects, those prompts are as follows:

Your views on gay marriage.

What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?

Your views on drugs and alcohol.

I think that if there is a podcast you're going to want to share with people, then it's this one. But I've thought that before and it never really seemed to happen. Not that I'm complaining or anything, I've said before I'd rather have one true friend than a lot of fakes, and the same goes for listeners and readers. I'd rather have my core group, ie you guys, than start pandering to others, or saying you aren't enough. I don't have a big ego, it doesn't take much to satisfy it. Anyway, you came for a podcast, so here it is.





It's here if it's not here; http://ramblingperson.podbean.com/2012/07/19/my-views-on/

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

My Cat Made Me Do It

Well I did something stupid yesterday. Well actually I did several stupid things that partly resulted in me tweeting that there should be a limit to masochism. I really thought there was but I seem to defy that at every turn. Or at least, there's no limit to my masochism. Anyway, off the subject of that, I was mildly disappointed yesterday that my post got so few comments. It really sucks when you pour your heart and soul in to something and it gets barely any response. I'll live, but it still sucks a bit. Especially as I would have pulled the post but I overslept. Which was one of the stupid things I did yesterday. I woke up at about six with a hay fever attack. Yes. Hay fever. At SIX FREAKIN AM. After that I was able to get back to sleep but I should have just stayed up then. I woke up a few hours later, and lil miss Kitty was sleeping next to me. Now, I love my cats, and I hate disturbing them. I have stayed in bed just because I didn't want to disturb them. Which is precisely what I did yesterday. You know what happens when you stay in bed? You tend to sleep. I lost several hours of my day thanks to that cat. Oh well, I still love her to pieces and would do it again. Another stupid thing I did was stay up until two in the morning. In my defense a friend needed someone to talk to, and I've pulled all nighters over that before. Hell one time me and a friend were playing World Of Warcraft together, and I was staying up because she needed someone to talk to, and they shut the servers down (they do it once a week for maintenance) and so we just talked on a forum for a few hours instead. There are no limits to my generosity, and my stupidity. So today I have some more answered questions for you all. Even if I have just pretty much written a post right there.

So last Saturday we had my dream wedding, and this time we have my dream date.
I've said it before, and I'll probably say it again, but SO MANY OPTIONS. Hmmm. Well I would choose then that at first we'll have a meal and a few drinks by the beach and then go on the beach itself and sit and look at the stars. Or we'd have a picnic. Or we'd just stay in and play games or watch a movie. I'm open really, and like I said there's so damn much I'd want to do. Plus everyone is different. I'd try and cater to the date's tastes as best as I can. There's no such thing as an ideal date, because different people want different things.


Have you ever did something bad or lied to your parents but got away with it?
I can think of only one situation that happened really. I was a very good boy. I did have one dick move though. I can't remember how young I was, I was pretty young though. I was at my sister's house with the family and I found a five pound note and stuck it in my pocket. When everyone started looking for it I said that I had found it. I think they knew I had taken it but I guess they just let it slide because I gave it back. Other than that I never really did anything like that.


Something you have to forgive yourself for.
There's a lot really. Some I can't even talk about. Plus I think that there are some times when it just seems arrogant to think you have to forgive yourself for something. “Yeah I know you don't really forgive me for what I did, but I forgive myself for how I reacted.” I think other people need to forgive me for what I've done more than I need to forgive myself for it. It's hard to be forgiving of yourself when you're, well, me.

Something you have to forgive someone for.
I need to forgive my boss I guess for how he treated me. He did care about me really I guess. I need to forgive all the people I bear ill will towards for no real reason. There are plenty of people who didn't mean to hurt me and some who never even realised they did hurt me. I need to let that go, and move on. For my sake as well as theirs. 

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

I Love You?

I'm taking a short break from question answering, kind of, to bring you a post I wrote on my phone last week when I was asked if I love someone on Formspring (feel free to ask me anything). The answer to that question that I gave was "That's a bit of a tough one. There are plenty of people I love. But when it comes to being "in love" I'm not sure to be honest. Sometimes I'm not sure I'm able to be in love with someone. Their emotions can affect my own and make me confused about my own. I've thought I was in love plenty of times but not actually been in love. The short, simple answer is, sadly, I do not know."


You guys have thought I was in love before. Other people have. Lots of people have. Even I have. I've often been wrong though. I think I've only ever been definitely in love once, and even then I'm not so sure. That time was of course Cinders. Since then, and even before actually, I've been in and out of love more times than needles have been in and out of an addict. They say that love is just something you feel and that you should just listen to your heart and let it tell you that you are. When your heart has been wrong so many times in the past though then can you really trust it? I, for one, can not.

I want love so badly that I blind myself to it. I fail to see it, or accept that it just isn't there. My powers of denial are so strong that I once convinced myself that a lesbian wasn't gay, and would give me a chance. I've assumed things and been wrong several times before. Almost always. If I say I'm in love then I question it. If I say I'm not then I question it.

I have a very obsessive personality. Possessive too. One of my addictions (if you're reading this Elsie, there you go, I gave one up) is people. If you'll talk to me I'll talk to you any chance I get. Relationships, even just friendships, with me, just don't last very long because I can do it all and move on very quickly. There are some people though I truly do care about and would always be there for.

I had a whole list of people I care about, but then I edited it out. If you're on that list, then chances are you already know it.

I love you guys, but don't ask me how I actually feel, because I really don't know. I care about you though, and would be there if you wanted me for something.

Monday, 16 July 2012

The Week In Which I Was Ill

I'm doing kind of better in terms of health. My nose is still a little blocked but I think that's always going to be that way because of blasted hay fever. My cough isn't so bad, and at the very least I can talk normally and I can move about, so hopefully I'll be able to exercise properly. I really let myself go over the weekend so I need it. All I mostly did last week so I'll let you know what I answered, and you can feel free to go have a look at what the answers were. They're all worth it though, in my not so humble opinion.

Well on Tuesday I actually wrote a post about fellow blogger Anne. It was part of a giveaway she was doing. She told me that just a mention would do, but I went all out anyway, and didn't want to change anything. I actually won the giveaway too, which is awesome. My only slight complaint is that I can no longer claim I never win anything. I've entered two blogging giveaways, and I've won two blogging giveaways.

Wednesday I responded to getting a Liebster award which resulted in me answering ten questions. They were specifically 1. What happens if a vegetarian gets bitten by a zombie? 2. If you could have any job in the world, what would it be? 3. Why is Justin Bieber so popular? 4. Who's better, Bon Scott or Brian Johnson? 5. What was the best period in history to live in? (the answer to that one went down well) 6. Who's the greatest person in history? 7. What was high school like for you? 8. Do you prefer movies, TV, music or books? 9. Which superhero would you most like to be? 10. If a genie granted you three wishes, how on Earth did you get them and can I have one?

Thursday there was no podcast. I spent a while explaining that one, and then I answered some more questions to have something to do. Specifically what's on your mind lately, places you want to visit, celebrity crushes, favourite holiday and why?

Friday was what I like and don't like about myself, the best day of my life, my favourite quote, and something awkward that happened. In this post I told the story of how my boss held me captive after work. I'd also like to change my favourite quote, or at least, share another great one with you. "Is there any life without danger or hardship? Without such things, weak humans die off in mere tens of years. If so, then step forward humans. Advance and bear your trials. It's only natural for those who have stepped forward to on more risk than the norm. And what of it? It's much better than those rotting pigs who covet idleness within their safety net. Those things worth seizing lie at the end of risk." Evangeline- Negima.

Saturday I shared a short story I wrote describing the perfect wedding that I came up with. With a bit of help from Jessica I altered it to be even better. It got a very good response too, which I'm glad about. I urge anyone who hasn't read it to go read it.

Finally on Sunday I shared a few sketches from That Mitchell And Webb Look. The sketch show that David Mitchell does with Robert Webb. Included is the trailer to their cricket underdog movie, that I'd totally watch, the super hero duo of Angel Summoner and the BMX Bandit, and their game show Numberwang.

I hope to end up in perfect health by the end of the week, but I guess we'll see. Even though my bed is in the dark corner away from the window my lack of curtains means I end up waking early. I wouldn't exactly say I'm a light sleeper but when light hits my eyes, I wake up, even if it's a little. So even without a wedding going on, I might not get much rest. 

I'll leave you with this for today. Until next time.

Sunday, 15 July 2012

That's Cricket

Last week I posted a few videos by David Mitchell. Like most comedians he has a comedy partner that he does things with. Including sketch shows and sitcoms. The sitcom, called Peep Show, is incredibly funny. But that's not why I'm here. I'm here with their sketches. I miss their sketch show, and I don't think they've done anything together in a while actually. They made a sketch about a cricket underdog movie that I would totally watch. There are plenty of underdog movies, but cricket is an untapped market.



One of their regular sketches that happened a fair number of times was the crime fighting duo BMX Bandit and Angel Summoner. I always enjoyed these ones, so I'm going to include one, just because I can.



Lastly, one of their most well known sketches, the game show even they probably didn't know the rules to. That's Numberwang! These ones never really made any sense and it's probably better not to try and work them out.

Saturday, 14 July 2012

The Perfect Wedding

I teased it yesterday and here it is. I got the idea for the perfect wedding, and I shared the idea with Jessica and she helped me add a bit more to it and so now you have the full story. Though she's also told me I have to write a sequel. Sorry about there being no Immortal Space in two weeks, but it's not like I ended on a cliffhanger. Anyway, here goes.

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It was a bright and sunny day. The perfect day for a wedding. The perfect day for Liam's wedding specifically. Liam woke up and looked out the window while yawning. He smiled at the good weather. To him it was a sign that today would go perfect. He had spent a lot of time and money planning this wedding and it had to go smoothly. Everything had been planned meticulously and now it was down to the individuals involved to make sure it went well.

Liam had a shower and a quick breakfast before going to put on his suit. It was a rather normal suit really. Black trousers and a white shirt with an ivory waistcoat and a black blazer. For a little extra touch though he pinned a white rose to his lapel. He tied his hair back, had a quick look in the mirror to make sure he looked alright, and then left for the church. Originally he had always dreamed of getting married in an open field, but when he got the idea for the wedding he had now planned, he knew it had to be this way. He got there a little early and so sat in the pews while he waited for the guests to arrive. When they did he busied himself talking to them, making introductions and small talk.

Finally it was time to begin. Liam took his place at the altar and waited for the bride to come. The organist began playing that familiar tune Here Comes The Bride, and Liam turned to look up the aisle to watch her walk down. She was looking absolutely beautiful in a pure white dress that covered her almost entirely, as well as a veil that covered her face. Liam thought it was a bit much, but it was necessary to the plan. By the sounds of all the oohing and ahhing though no one else thought it was much, and seemed to love it.

She got to the altar and both her and Liam turned to face the minister.
“Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today,” he began, going through the entire thing that ministers normally go through before a wedding. Finally it was time to enact the plan, Liam thought.
“Liam John Jacob, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, until death do you part?” the minister asked him. This is it. This is what everything had been for. This moment right now.
“No.” Liam said with a straight face. Everyone was stunned. There were some murmurs behind him. People couldn't believe he had actually said no.
“N-n-no?” said the minister. “Why not?”
“Because,” said Liam, taking the time to dramatically turn to his fiancee and hold her hands, “I'm afraid I can not marry you, my love, for I am gay.” This got a sharp in take of breath from the pews, and someone actually fainted. “I could never love a woman, and I'm sorry to have lied to you for so long. I wanted to give you a moment of happiness but in the end I could not go through with it after all. You're a wonderful woman, and you deserve someone who can make you happy.” At first the bride started to cry, but it turned in to laughter. There was something off about it though. It wasn't light or soft at all. She ripped off the veil to reveal a face that, while soft, and made up, was definitely male.
“That's alright love,” he said, holding Liam's hands tight. “I'm not really a woman anyway.” There were more intakes of breath from the pews, and some more people fainted. Including the minister.
“Oh dear,” Liam said, looking at the minister. “Think we went a bit too far?”. The man in the wedding dress shook his head. “Not far enough I think.” he said, pulling in Liam and giving him a kiss. Some people actually screamed at this. Liam scooped his “bride” up and ran down the aisle, amidst shouts and screams. He laughed all the way to the door and through it. He ran to the wedding limousine and the two of them got in the back, ordering the driver to take them to Liam's house. He was a bit confused, but complied. Liam took out some champagne and handed a glass to the man in the dress.
“That may have cost a lot of money, but it was definitely worth it. I can call this plan a total success, cheers Craig.” he said, tapping his glass to Craig's before taking a drink. Craig laughed and drank his own champagne before kissing Liam again. The two of them laughed and made out all the way back to Liam's house. The thrill of a plan gone perfect still fresh in their memory. They would laugh about that for years to come.
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The idea behind this story was that I would love to spend a load of money on a wedding just to say that I was gay at the altar, and that the whole thing couldn't happen. After talking to Jessica I decided to add the twist that the "bride" was a man in drag too. Now I have to write a sequel, or, at the very least, more stories with gay people.

I hope to write more in Immortal Space for next week. It would be good if I could write more than one chapter so I can get away with not writing for a week, but oh well. At the very least, I'm one story closer to a collection of short stories.

Friday, 13 July 2012

Likes, Dislikes, And Awkwardness

Health update? Still no better really. I'm supposed to be the usher at the wedding too. It's going to be kind of hard to ask people if they're with the bride or the groom when I can't talk properly. I actually have no idea what an usher is supposed to do either. I'm pretty sure that's my job though. Ask people if their with the bride, or the groom, and then tell them which side to sit on accordingly. This does mean however I don't get pick of the seats. Still, this isn't my first wedding, and there will be plenty of time to pick where I sit at my own. Personally I'm thinking on the vicars lap. Me and Jessica actually came up with an incredible idea for a wedding that I want to turn in to a short story, as I most likely will not get to fulfill this particular fantasy. If I can build the energy and motivation for writing that is. You guys would love it though. Anyway, I'm falling back on more questions of course. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...


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*splat*


What do like and dislike about yourself.
Well I guess I'll start with likes. I like my hair of course, and my eyes. Mentioned that several times. On a non-physical side I like some aspects of my personality. I like my ability to care and do anything I can for a person. I like that I can take so much and not have it affect me much. I like that I have two cats. I actually like my ability to write. Who knew I would be not so bad at it? Overall I do have some good qualities, and I do accept this, I just don't accept it all the time.

What I don't like then (you have to take the bad with the good people). My insanity for a start. My inability to cope with people hurting me, even inadvertently. How I'll over react to a lot of things and then refuse to let them go. My inability to just move on from something. I don't like how cold and malicious and angry I can be. Most people don't think I have those traits though because I'm so overbearingly nice. But I can and have made people suffer and feel like crap. I have a serious dark side that I don't like at all, and it's the main reason I can't love myself. There are things about me, not just the physical, that I don't want to accept. I also hate the fact that I can't grow facial hair properly. I want a beard already.


The best day of your life and why?
I'm not sure I can think of one specific day. Every day has good and bad. I'm going to have to say my birthday last year. Jessie came down and she had a load of presents, and it was back when I was working on a regular basis and I even got some gifts from the people there too. It was all quite nice really :)

Favourite quote.
“You all saw it, that orphanage attacked me first.”


An awkward moment that happened today or in the past.
I've never really been in that many awkward moments. If it counts then I guess the few times I've been watching movies with Jessica that involve nudity. But I don't think it's all that awkward. Okay I do have one. It was a few years ago, once again, back when I was working properly. My boss was getting sick of me being moody and depressed (this was back in the days he tried to give a shit) and he went further than I think anyone has ever gone to get the truth. He locked me and him in the store. That's right folks, HE KEPT ME AGAINST MY WILL. Sadly he didn't try anything with me. It made me feel unloved. Anyway, I actually did end up opening about a lot, including the biggest reason my life is such a mess. After about an hour or so, I think it was 90 minutes in general, his boyfriend turned up. From where I was stood I could see the look on his boyfriend's face as he walked in the door. I swear to you he looked just like a woman would when she suspects her husband of cheating. My boss didn't believe me, but it was kind of awkward. Though I can look back at that and make jokes, and I left that day thinking things might be better, that is one of the things I have never forgiven my boss for. When I look back, it was wrong of him to do that to me really. To tell me he wouldn't let me go home until I opened up. I was quite thankful when his boyfriend showed up really. I was glad to get out of there. Sometimes I still wish I hadn't opened up to him.


Thursday, 12 July 2012

No Podcast, I'm Ever So Sorry

Like the title suggests there's no podcast this week. I should have taken my own advice and recorded one when I had the chance. To be honest I'm still out of it in terms of health. A lot of things are gone, or going, but my cough refuses to go away. To be honest I can't shake the feeling that maybe there's something in my lungs besides phlegm. Which isn't a pleasant thought. To make matters kind of worse my sister is getting married on Saturday and I have been run ragged all feckin week. I know everyone is telling me to get lots of rest but I just can't. It's for this reason really that I didn't record a podcast. I think I would have been able to last night but I've been so tired lately I just want to read or something and everything else takes a back seat. I probably don't even have enough time to go to the doctors. I hate going to them anyway. So, in lieu of a podcast, I'll just answer some more questions, which is really all I would have done in the podcast anyway. I actually almost shared the story of my own sexuality, in a part response to yesterday's post and the response to it. But in order to do that I'd have to open up about the uber secret part of my past that I've said I'll never open up about so much I really can't do it now. I'm a man of my word.

In slightly better news I now have the suit for my sister's wedding. I'm going to look incredibly dapper in it. It's not purple, like I was originally told, and the blazer can't close (it's designed that way) but it looks great, and I'm going to look awesome in it. The cravat is purple at least, and I have a purple cloth in the breast pocket. I also have a white rose on the lapel. I don't really like red roses that much, but I love white ones, and black ones. You want in to my heart? Give me a black rose. Sadly I don't get to keep the suit, but I have now vowed to get a suit. I actually love suits, but I wanted to wait until I had lost the weight to get one, but suits are something everyone looks good in. Okay, questions!


What's on your mind lately.
A lot really. Too much to write. Writing is one of the things on my mind even. I've been wondering how some people who used to be in my life have been. I even looked up someone I've not found in two years, but she has the smarts to not have herself an online profile. Well, I found one, but I would have to pay to talk to her, and I don't think we were that close. “Will I ever lose this damn weight?” is another thing on my mind. You are too. You are always on my mind. How much sleep I'm lacking. My money problems. My ever decreasing sanity. Ha, my mind is on my mind.


Places you want to visit.
The Ice Hotel, and just Scandinavia in general. Once again there are just too many places I would love to go. I want to see as much as I can. In specific though any place with natural wonders. I want to go to Ireland, Scotland, Canada, Sweden, Finland, China, Japan, and so many other places. So. Many. Places.

Celebrity crushes.
Orlando Bloom, Johnny Depp, Viggo Mortenson, Hugh Dennis, Bruce Dickinson, Meat Loaf (more of him to love), Katey Segal, Amy Davidson, Edge, AJ Lee, Jim Sterling, OH SO MANY. ORGY AT MY PLACE. I'd say Darren Hayes and William Control but what we have is pure love. Not a crush.


Favourite holiday and why?
Well I always go to the same place when I go on holiday. I guess if I had to pick one it would be the holiday where I came out to my parents as being bisexual. Some things went wrong on that holiday, but that went right. I guess it's a holiday that really changed things for me. It might not have been the most fun, but it was the most special. My mum actually remembered too, when my sister didn't. I was in my car recently and somehow the subject of my sexuality came up. My mum said I was bi but my sister didn't really believe her, despite me coming out to her personally. Oh well. My mum may forget how old I am, but she remembers what really matters, who I am.


Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Why Can't I Hold All These Awards?

I think over the past few months I've received maybe 4 or 5 awards. I don't even know which ones any more. Or who gave them to me. So if you've given me an award and I've not responded to it, then consider this me accepting it. The main reason I'm making this is that I got one by Michael D G'Agostino. I'm not sure if I've spelled that right. It's the good old fashioned Liebster award. Really the main reason I'm accepting and making a post is that part of it involves answering questions, and I'm currently on a question answering spree. So let's just answer them!


1. What happens if a vegetarian gets bitten by a zombie?
I'm not too sure but I'm pretty sure that if you're turned in to a zombie then you probably forget about who you were. So a vegetarian, or even a vegan, would forget all about that. Actually vegans are worse. They won't eat any animal products, but not many people actually class humans as animals any more. Vegans would have no problem with eating people. Basic answer is that zombies don't retain much of their humanity, let alone any of their moralistic ideals.

2. If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
Psychologist. Though in the interests of a fun answer, I would be either a photographer or a make up artist so that I know what famous people and models look like under the make up, and without the airbrush, so I can show it to people to prove no one looks like that. Okay that wasn't that fun.

3. Why is Justin Bieber so popular?
I don't know and really I don't care any more. There are plenty of things that are popular that I think shouldn't be and I have no idea why. She just seems to be the ideal mate for teenage girls. Everything they look for in a boy, but is in reality a girl. If I really think about it I can understand why Justine is popular, but I'd rather not think about it.

4. Who's better, Bon Scott or Brian Johnson?
I'm not a huge AC/DC fan actually. So I couldn't give a proper answer. Oh well.

5. What was the best period in history to live in?
There are so many cool ones but I'm going to say ancient Greece. Greece was a huge gay bash. Everything was going great until the Roman's came along. It's odd that the world has actually become a lot LESS accepting. No one thought anything about being gay back then. It was pretty much fashionable. I would also like to have been a part of Feudal Japan.

6. Who's the greatest person in history?
Jesus. But given how many people there have been called Jesus, I'm not going to say which one. Me in a past life must have rocked pretty hard too. There are too many choices. There's a LOT of history you know?

7. What was high school like for you?
I didn't go to high school so I'm just going to use our equivalent I guess which is secondary school. It's our last school anyway. In a word? Godfuckingawful. Okay it wasn't all that bad thanks to Jessie, but overall it sucked. Majorly. I think I've covered more than enough of it though really.

8. Do you prefer movies, TV, music or books?
I think music doesn't fit in there. Movies and tv can be good, they can really help get across what happens, especially if it's an anime. I like movies and tv, when they stick to the source material. For the most part I prefer books though.

9. Which superhero would you most like to be?
Hugh Jackman. What? He counts. He is the real Wolverine. If he's not available then I'll be...hmmm...Does Thor count? He's technically a God, and not a super hero. But oh well.

10. If a genie granted you three wishes, how on Earth did you get them and can I have one?
I don't think I can tell you how I got them, it's highly confidential. Sure you can have one. I can always wish for more genies. If you can't wish for more wishes you can always wish for more genies.

As for passing it on, whatever. If you read all of this, and especially if you leave a good comment, then you're one of my favourite bloggers, and I don't need an award to tell you that. Neither do you. Just tell people I love your blog and they'll be all over you.

However in the interests of messing with other people, something I rather enjoy, I will in fact force some people to answer questions. Originally you have to pass it on to ten people (after stating ten facts but come on people I'm answering over 80 questions here, that's more than enough random trivia about me!) and have them answer 10 questions. So let's try and think of some questions for people to answer. If I can even come up with 10 people to answer them.

1. Why dance with the devil when you can dance with me?
2. Is it true that the good girls go to Heaven, but the bad girls go everywhere? Someone told me so.
3. If we were in a bar together, how would you get my attention? Whoever is the smoothest wins.
4. Magnets, how do they work?
5. Who would win in a fight between Jesus and a polar bear?
6. China has declared war on the US, and each side is dragging their "friends" in to it. How screwed are you?
7. Which is your favourite accent to hear?
8. What do you think of my writing?
9. If we were the last two people on Earth, would you accept me as your God?
10. Did you get any of the references? Besides the really obvious one.

Which poor saps do I want to answer these questions? Well some of my favourite bloggers on holiday right now actually -_- So my choices are rather limited indeed.

1. Fang
2. Bersercules
3. Nellievaughn
4. Jimmyfungus

If they were around I'd have Lady In Red and Leah do it too. So ladies if you see this consider yourself tagged. Or whatever.

Anyone else can have a go too in the comments if they want. Frankly the more people I have willing to be my followers, the safer it is to execute Order 66.

Again with the references.

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