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...and not posted until now because I'm forgetful. Har. (Thing from here.)

Online Handwriting Analysis Results )
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The Sin City trailer is awesome brain fluff action. But the low-bandwidth-friendly quality of the Quicktime trailer makes me weep. However-- yoohoo~ [livejournal.com profile] ippeas~! There's a certain actress playing Nancy Callahan~<3 (and she's pole-dancing~<333)

Okay, [livejournal.com profile] ippeas is going to kill me now. Which means I have done my duty! Besides, I'm more interested in seeing how Devon Aoki does playing Miho. Rrrrowr.

Anyway, I found a great manga today at the store: The Wallflower, or, as it's originally known, ヤマトナデシコ七変化-- Perfect Woman Seven Changes. I am completely a Yamanade fanboy now. Marry me Sunako~<3 We can elope and have horribly deformed monster children that eat human flesh~<333

Holy shit, this is amazing. NSFW, sort of. You can see butt, man legs, and AMAZING ACROBATICS. More laughable than offensive, really. )

More later on why I like women who don't care at all much more than the ones who take hours to look like plastic. (Not that I mind the plastic ones when it comes to short spins around town and the bed and maybe the floor, but... well, I've got reasons for not wanting to do that much anymore.)
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This would be really cool if I could get the testplay to work right. Running around is fun, but then I click on the dog too much and it freezes.

Cute thing stolen from [livejournal.com profile] meridjet. You should probably take it yourself before looking at my answers ).


Comment response meme! The kind that no one ever answers~ )
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Because I won't play fair with a meme that asks for my age. )

I got this from a dork that seems to think complete strangers can ruin your life. Oh, and that ruining a life is equivalent to not liking a particular toy anymore. OMG YOU MADE ME NOT LIKE TRANSFORMERS YOU BASTARD. Either way, I felt the need to shatter someone's faith in the Truth of Memes.
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So, uh, I'm tired and about ready to collapse (which makes sense at quarter before three a.m.), but I have to show off these incredibly neat things that [livejournal.com profile] thebkcam made for me without warning. Well, not totally without warning. I asked her to edit a particular picture for later use in an icon. She did so, and then went hogwild and produced two other images that are far too interesting (and big) for icons.

Click this. Really. JPGs won't eat your face. )

Now to actually go and SLEEP so that I don't hallucinate peripheral bugs or something.
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From [livejournal.com profile] brainspew.

Brainspew. )

And also, as a break from politics, here is a fluffy bunny:

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This post is in response to this lovely argument.

There is no shame in retreat. If the problem was that one man, or one government administration, was responsible for the mess we're in, then I would insist on staying and fighting for things to change. But when problems are actually the result of a massive societal shift, that's when fighting to change things looks a bit more like trying to battle a tidal wave. Even if you have a power equal or near equal to that of the wave, it's going to be messy for both sides, and definitely will have repercussions for decades and even centuries to come.

So, I don't mind it when people get pissed and say "Well, if you're going to turn tail and run, GET OUT. WE DON'T NEED COWARDS!" Because, to be quite frank, there's a very fine line between being brave and being stupid.

Besides, and this is a point that many people forget, if someone chooses to live in the U.S., they have as much right to choose to live somewhere else. And if they didn't choose to live in the U.S. (i.e., a native-born citizen), what kind of ridiculous argument would give such a person any real responsibility for a country that was imposed upon them by sheer chance? It's right out nonsensical to go around saying "You can't leave this country! You have to stick to it no matter what because you were born within the confines of United States borders!"

In other words, immigrants have the right to change their minds, and native-born citizens have the right to choose.
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I personally think this is an excellent idea.

Also, I have a new theme song. [livejournal.com profile] karinofujo is amazed, because she'd expect me to pick something cool and badass and instead I pick... well, listen to it and you'll see. No comprehension of Japanese necessary.

That said, the issue of whether or not to emigrate and where to have been pretty much settled. Now it's just a matter of when and whether to apply for citizenship first. I say that governmental aid is well worth a tiny delay, so long as Shrub keeps in mind that about half of the country wanted him out and doesn't parade around like his usual pseudo-Texan self.

No, no, I do mean pseudo-Texan. The man was born, raised, and educated in New England: specifically Connecticut (his real home state) and Massachusetts, though Maine figures heavily as well. The first records of his ever having anything to do with Texas would be the Arbusto Oil Company, which failed miserably. Not only that, but the first time he ran for governor of Texas, he lost to a native Southerner that played up the "Good Ol' Boy vs. Northern Carpetbagger" element of the campaign. The next time he ran, he borrowed the "Good Ol' Boy" persona for himself, even adopting a fake Texas accent to seal it all in. He's never lost a race since.

In other words, the President's public personality is completely fabricated, and a good chunk of the people in his country have bought it hook, line, and sinker. The whole "nook-yoo-lur" thing is likely part of this. He's a Northerner party boy trying to disguise his willful ignorance as stereotypical blue collar "simplicity".

And if you don't believe me, please find a video of the 3rd Presidental Debate. Watch it in full, paying very close attention to Bush and his answers, and then, please explain to me why the President's accent suddenly vanished. If there's a good reason behind that, I'd love to hear it.
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Hopefully, if there's one claim I'll never make, it's that my life is boring. Me, maybe. But not my life itself. And if I have made any complaints along those lines, feel free to smack me down to reality.

On the other hand, I'd request a smack down on anyone who claims I don't have a modicrum of self-restraint, too. For good measure.

And I, I took the road less likely to involve me bedding a horny single mother. )

To be honest, I don't mind having an "interesting" life. I just worry that actually recounting it makes me sound like either a madman or a pathological liar.

Now, if you'll excuse me, there's a bottle of Sprite I need to finish off.

...not like that.

...dammit.
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Those of you who had business in the city of Saratoga this afternoon may have noticed a guy walking around with a noticeable limp and a giant stupid grin on his face. That would have been me. Which is to say, I sprained a muscle in the most pleasant way possible. I would offer to let you guess how, or even where the sprain is, but most of you are probably thinking "Ohhhh, he did THAT again," anyway.

What can I say? I live dangerously.

On losers and fending off ultra-Christian admirers )

I wish that pizzeria around the corner actually delivered. It'd make life a lot easier.
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I just made an ethical debate community: [livejournal.com profile] necessarytactic. The interests are a bit politically centered right now, but it's not really meant to be a political community per se. It's just that most of the debate communities I'm running into seem to hold fast to the idea that everyone can have their cake and eat it too, when reality isn't like that most of the time. There's rarely, if ever, going to be a standard religion or politician or economic policy that will match your own beliefs perfectly, and because of that, people have to make educated compromises. Hence, [livejournal.com profile] necessarytactic is for those who want to make sure that they're compromising in the way they intend to.

It's almost bordering on adversarial advice, really.

Of course, now comes the hard part: getting people to join. Oi.
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So, I was lurking on [livejournal.com profile] religiousdebate, and came across this lovely soundbite:

D)Are you suggesting that abortion decreases children born of incest?

Yes. A fetus made through incest should be aborted, always.


And I have to admit, even though I am extremely pro-choice, this made me stop and go "WHUT." But commenting there would more or less necro the over-2-weeks-old post, which is entirely stupid. So you get this instead!

Run away! It's an abortion rant! RUN NOW BEFORE CTHULHU EATS YOUR SOUL )

You'll notice I don't use the term "fetus". That's because it doesn't apply to the first trimester, when it's technically still an embryo, and also, I consider it a child from the point of conception onward. Which has absolutely no effect on my support of abortion, by the way.

If I was to explain the logic behind most of my views on ethics and morality, I think it would make most people's heads implode.
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I went looking for a good LJ community about blues music, and found several about mixed drinks instead. For anyone else, this would be unusual.

Oh, that's right. Friends pages are too big already. )
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Well, this was unexpected. [livejournal.com profile] karinofujo went off to get birthday presents for the party this weekend, and got me a blues album while she was at it. A Sonny Boy Williamson album, in fact. She says it was hard choosing between that and the many Etta James albums available.

She knows me so well.
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If I were you, I'd just leave [livejournal.com profile] fst. Staring you-know-who down every single day for the foreseeable future is not a good idea. Even if she never follows your comments back your journal, no amount of great music is worth the stress. Just leave it, and I'll donate a couple dollars to a brand-new Used CD Collecting fund. Why, yes, that's a bribe. Take it or leave it.
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You know, it would be wonderful if [livejournal.com profile] karinofujo could undertake a serious artistic project these days without having to obsessively formulate verbal defenses ahead of time. Not that this is entirely her fault; being blanket-labeled as a made-for-tv movie psycho killer by the power of unsupported rumor sort of increases general anxiety and social paranoia. It's just that, as far as I'm concerned, anyone that's actually convinced by such a story without actual physical evidence is probably unlikely to be deterred by a pithy comeback. It's time to move on, to go forward without fear.

In other news, she's given me a new nickname: "Nago", because she can't pronounce Nguyên. It's a cute one, so I think I'll feed it rice crackers and beer.
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Well, since [livejournal.com profile] qilora, [livejournal.com profile] sethrenn, and [livejournal.com profile] thebkcam have done it, I might as well. I am so very pansexual for no reason at all. I am currently in a long term open relationship with [livejournal.com profile] karinofujo (big surprise there). Occasionally this branches out into a on-and-off polyamorous triangle of sorts whenever a particular other person who shall remain nameless decides to stop hiding from the world. Usually some catastrophe sends this person back into their hole, though, which is the only reason it's on-and-off. It's a cosmic game of whack-a-mole.

I also have the weirdest religious beliefs of any non-schizophrenic person alive. Well, save possibly New Age fluffies who sniff at the ignorance of "neurotypicals". They're a bit touched.
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If that's not the right way to say it, I'll eat my foot. Grammar was never my strong point.

Anyway, new journal. Shiny and probably too obvious to count as a hideout, but I don't give a damn.
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Dear Artists,

That really should be "Dear Artists With Sticks Up Their Asses", but I'm being generous. It's not really a stick, it's a telephone pole.

Anyway. You all need to lighten up. I mean this whether you do stick figures or anime or intelligent dinosaurs or Ab-Ex paintings or installation work using found objects or whatever. LIGHTEN UP. Your work may have this deep, inner meaning for you. You may have angst and troubles in your life that you're working out in creative ways. You may just be having fun and making pretty stuff. Either way, you need to take yourselves a little less seriously.

You should be able to understand when people laugh because of your work, and laugh with them. Just because it's funny doesn't mean it's bad. An AbEx painting is going to look a bit like a child's drawing to the uninitated. A dramatic ink drawing may be humorously over-the-top. Your meaningful abstract sculpture may look like a penis from one angle. Deal with it. Don't go crazy from insult at these revelations.

Don't get upset when someone doesn't know the philosophy and reading that went into your work. Not everyone knows who Michel Foucault is. Not everyone knows who Walther Benjamin is. Not everyone knows Japanese folklore, the story of your favorite anime, the difference between the Deinonychus and the Velociraptor, or color theory.

Finally, don't expect everyone to get it. Most won't. The rest will interpret something else than what you intended. The only person who will have the same interpretation as you is, well, YOU. Don't declare everyone else to be philistines because of this. It's more likely than not that you're less than clear yourself, and anyway, it's not something worth angsting about. If you're not understood, just live with it. Keep doing art. That sort of thing.

In conclusion, draw more nudes.

Sincerely,
Unnamed
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for you blue (Matthew Hadley). He seems to miss people a lot.


What exactly is this thing?

Apparently, I'm a punk. )

I successfully squicked Alice by finding this:
Stolen from a quiz result )

A google image search on "Unnamed" turns up this:
Bandwidth theft ahoy! )

I am so bored.
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