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I start blogs.....I neglect blogs....I abandon blogs. I start blogs.....I neglect blogs....I abandon blogs. I started this blog....I loved this blog....I abandoned this blog. I started this blog....I loved this blog....I abandoned this blog. I guess it is a good thing I didn't actually hold my breath. |
War Chest Wednesday! In your opinion, what is the greatest downfall of modern society? Well…I am just gonna go ahead and let my nasty mood leak into this prompt as well. At first I wanted to write some bitchy thing about how Husband A was the downfall of modern society, and man….a lot of me still wants to. Except now he is here and instead of angry I am sad. That means my “I fucking hate Husband A” rant would turn into a “Woe is skeason” rant and I just don’t have the supplies right now to decorate a pity party. Not too far from my original premise, and fueled by the same emotions, you will find my real answer. The societal evolution of people. People are the downfall of modern society. And though the Darwinist in me is screaming that what we are really experiencing is the evolution of the earth…I still say people. We are not experiencing a survival of the fittest evolution at all…you know the necessary and effective kind? We have allowed our arrogance in our misdirected abilities to shape our societal evolution into something that borders on intolerable. We have let go of morals and values from any source, motivation, tolerance and acceptance, and even the foundation of the society which allows us to sit on our asses be entitled. It is not the fittest who survive, nor is it the smartest. The ones who do survive (which nowadays isn’t actual survival but more of a thriving. Uhhhh…I totally wish thrival was a word so I could have fit it all nicely up in that sentence.) are the lazy. The unmotivated and the unexpanded. I would never make it. A control freak who just isn’t that good at being lazy. Fuck, I’m out with the next mass extinction for sure. Now the guy deep in his basement who mistakes the ground shaking for the rumble in his PlayStation controller, he might have a chance. |
Talk Amongst Yourselves Tuesday! Encourage a conversation! When a situation such as a mass shooting occurs, a lot of people tend to throw out their own theories regarding what needs to take place in order to prevent them from happening again. Often you'll hear someone say there should be a better focus on mental health, but seldom does anyone saying this go into detail it seems. What do you think someone suggesting mental health as a solution to violence is referring to? I don’t really have a strong opinion on this for some reason. As someone with a mental illness, and also as someone who often feels like going postal, I can understand the desire to commit an atrocious act. Yet, as someone with a mental illness, I understand that sometimes there is no help to be had. And no nonsense about there always being something, because that shit is fucking false. There is NOT always something and even if there is there is no guarantee it will do shit. And since clearly my mood is…….the wrong side of foul, I will say this….. Many many tragedies could clearly have been prevented if people had indeed gotten to talk or be medicated…because there ARE times when those things change absolutely EVERYTHING. If someone in their life had treated them with concern rather than “the crazy one” or if someone had made it clear to them that all was not lost. However, there are times when I am in not in control of myself. No no – my emotions and the consequential behavior. It seems dumb to someone who is always in control – but there are periods of time – sometimes long and sometimes mere moments – where those things control me. Those are the times. Those are the times when the irrational becomes rational and what was once unthinkable is now the easiest. And sometimes – just sometimes – I have to take that shit out on someone in order to survive. Just ask Husband A – he knows this and is so fucking quick to point out that I should never ever have a weapon more than my stun gun. Though I do not think he fears for his own safety – I know that he is positive others should. He would also say that he defies anyone to tell me anything OR help me in any way during those moments. You would need to catch me in a regular moment and hope I don’t tell you to go fuck yourself in my nice voice. I think people who say things like that are speaking out of both naiveté and their asses. I don’t think we need to control our mentally ill – we need gun control. |
Music Monday! And don't forget to make use of "The Blog Board" . I'm not interested in your favorite song...I think that's an overused question with an often inconsistent answer. What then, in your opinion, is the worst song? Your least favorite? Something that gets stuck in your head and annoys the daylights out of you...tell us about it! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ha ha ha. Bitch and you shall receive…it is a law of the universe that cannot be denied. Kid A is a repeater. She always has been. Her musical interests have evolved from The BAckyardigans and Mickey Mouse to Kidz Bop and One Direction (though she dropped their asses without a second’s hesitation when Zayn left) and finally to a truly impressive collection of such diversity that the media/technology collector in me explodes with pride. She is still a repeater though. And not one song over and over….more like…a theme or block of songs. In one day over the summer I may hear the same six songs 15-20 times each. Not so bad. Neither form of repeating bother me. I am okay with hearing Spongebob’s “Best Day Ever” 100 times in a row. But Kid A’s form would never bother me because her taste in music is tolerable at its worst and fucking rocking at its best. Except for one song. Just one. I have never encountered a song like this. One that makes me want to kick in her door and Hulk out on her iPod. There have been a few I suppose. “Smells Like Teen Spirit” fucking sucks and makes me want to punch someone. “Who Let the Dogs Out” pisses me off as well. And anything Heavy Metal makes me livid. Anything even slightly metal. Which I suppose actually would make me a pretty good fan since I carry on a sinfully lustful relationship with my anger. But I don’t give a fuck if I would literally be Heavy Metal’s Number One Fan….fuck that shit. But Kid A knows what’s up and doesn't have any rage playlists on that bitch. *I will insert into the post at this point that I am aware that Kid A is 7. That even though she has the ability and knowledge to load the music onto her iPod, she does not possess the credit card, nor knowledge of any other method, to gain the files. That I am the one who gets these songs for her and consequently loads the iPod. That this is actually all my fault. Did I know I hated this song before I got it? Yep. Do I think every time I load new songs on her iPod that I could just take this song off and make up a reason? Yep. Will I ever EVER ever censor Kid A or Kid B based on my own personal preferences. Nope. That would’ve sucked dirty shithole when I was a child* “Selfie.” Mother fucking “Selfie.” Are you kidding me with that bullshit? And the one that they released after that one is just as bad, but it will never have the lasting first impression that the other piece of shit did. Never. But wait, lemme take a selfie. Fuck. At least when we had asshole valley girls talking in our music it was followed by something substantial and important like….I like big butts and I cannot lie. Do you really think that when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist and a round thing in his face that his anaconda stops and says, “wait, lemme take a selfie”?!?!? [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] |
The Sunday News! (July 12) The Rolling Stones are playing a concert tonight in my hometown, and it seems like everyone I used to know now is a fan. Who do you wish you could drop everything to see play live? Bonus points for your openers! God. I think we found it. I think we found the other prompt category I want to send to hell. The music ones. How measured I feel. How wanting I feel I have been found. I don’t have an answer to this. I most certainly do not have an answer that involves a current band. Interestingly enough…and I will have to look after I finish this to see where FiveSixer is from….but the Rolling Stones were in my city (or as the people in my actual town call it….that scary place) and hardly anyone I know gave two shits. I would have gone, I mean it IS the Rolling Stones. But I didn’t …did I? So I guess that means if anything…I was only able to give one shit. If there was someone I was going to literally drop everything and go see, it would, and only could, be Elvis. Elvis. I don’t know what else to say. Elvis. Oh Mr. Presley, sing to me. And first, first I humbly request a litte..... [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Or...or...or..or... this.... [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] And some of this.... [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] Jeez. Apparently all the things I would be dropping to suddenly go to the concert would be sad and depressing. |
Creation Saturday! (July 11) Everyone always seems to want to be the hero, but no one wants to be the supervillian. Today, you're the bad guy. What's your backstory, and what's your lone weakness? What the hell kind of people want to be the hero? I guess it would make sense for me to want to be the opposite of what I am most like in life…therefore I should want to be the hero. But no. I have always and will forever identify with and desire to be a villain. Supervillianry is all the better. Backstory…backstory….hmmmm…. Having caused a war, I stole a time machine and started travelling though time and a few relative dimensions in space. Fuck, that’s not me. That’s because I wasn’t so lucky as to be able to steal any goddamn time machine. I was simply cast from my planet, unaided and alone. I thumbed it along the Gamma Ray Highway and was picked up by a rogue Star Chaser being driven by two criminals on the run. They took me to their home planet and immediately went into hiding, teaching me the ways of the criminal underground. When I emerged from hiding I donned the black cape and perfected my laugh to assimilate into the planet’s culture. I quickly rose up the political system through totally honest deals…and if you believe that I have a bridge to sell you in the Milky Way. After taking control of the planet I forced the inhabitants into serfdom and currently harvest their inner evil to syphon into the “In Case of Emergency” batch of evil I keep frozen….better safe than sorry. Having almost completed my over organized plan of revenge, I will be ready to return to my home planet and destroy everyone….sometime late next week. |
| Months ago I bitched quite a bit about my daughter being ill and it having been over 100 days and me having proof and causing scenes and and and and… Without explaining anything since it would most likely be bitching and plus, well, I just don’t fucking feel like explaining anything, someone decided to listen to me and the past few days have been, while not because of anything serious, full of rage. So much so that I would sit to write, begin to seethe instead, and have to get up and do something like…pace and grunt…sometimes bang my club on the ground. Anyway, whistle while you work right? So I am sitting to write now and what comes out is what comes out. If I want to catch up then I have to fall to my knees and beg the little bitch inside me to let some shit come out and we all know beggars can’t be choosers. Don’t you hate picky beggars… cuz I meet a lot of those. I did finally decide on a Give it 100! Project though. Pin a rose on my nose. *Sidenote: I used to know a man, about 65 years old, who got up every morning and dressed in a dirty pair of jeans that were the only thing to adorn his body other than 89 buttons that he stuck directly into his chest (you know – like Groovy! I like Ike! Smoke Weed!) 89 because that’s all that fit. Pin a rose on THAT mother fucker.
Fun Fact Friday! (July 10) On this day in 1832, United States President Andrew Jackson vetoed a bill that would re-charter the Second Bank of the United States. In 2015, a movement has started to replace Jackson's face on the $20 bill with that of a woman's. Who do you think would be a good candidate to replace him? Okay. What woman should be on money? I have a sarcastic response about the bill denomination and a certain class of hooker, but I am coming off of a rage high and my sarcasm might unexpectedly turn on us all. I really don’t know. I would be hard pressed to come up with an answer to this no matter what gender had been specified. I have strange, often offensive to white people, opinions on slavery and so I can get behind Harriet Tubman. In fact, I think I like it. I dunno….everyone I like isn’t American, which I suppose is not the point. |
Thursday's prompt, from the War Chest: Which group/contest/activity on WDC is your favorite, and why? And we have another aproprompt. Right now I am stuck on a decision. In October I started a goal at "Give It 100!"  by ruwth  and I finished. But man was it rough as shit. It was a long road of seemingly 100 miles each day. It was rough time of life…the plague had struck my house as I am sure some of you remember since I couldn’t stop bringing it up, and the computer fell, and Husband A and I went further into our slow break up dance. Yet I finished. Then I forgot to keep on top of it…you know, forgot my responsibilities. And then time passed and so much was forgotten. Now I am under orders to do it again.  Though pride demands I do it anyway. Except now I have the yips as far as choosing a goal goes. Help me! Help me! Suggestions are begged for though will most likely be ignored.  Annnnnyyyyyywaaaaaayyyyyy, I am currently digging on:
But that one is extremely unlike me since I usually hiss at image prompts. I guess sometimes I really do enjoy an actual challenge. I find most image prompts uninspiring. Images themselves can inspire me but not usually ones presented to me. The images so far this month have been great. There have been two daily choices and there has only been one day was I truly stuck for any large amount of time, which to me speaks volumes for the images chosen. I do so love this contest right here. It is easily top three. It gives me accountability in some form since I am an explainer. Even if I missed days and just started writing again like nothing had changed, well that is the point, I cannot do that. I must explain. The ooze of my being demands it. And the prompts are great both in official and unofficial months. Although I am enjoying the new official ones much more. Come on now….the death of Funny Friday (even if temporary)???? All hail King Fivesixer   Plus the people are great.
The Writer's Cramp makes me so fucking happy. The deadline. The rush. The times when you don’t see a prompt until 11 pm the night before, and how those are always the killer entries. The diversity of the prompts is great and since we know how I roll, I do generally choose the contests that allow for poetry (if that’s what you call it.)
I love The Lair since I am both a monster lover and a monster. I write an entry every month, though I have only actually submitted once. A month is sufficient time to convince myself something sucks. Shit, it’s enough time for me to convince myself more than once. But it doesn’t matter because the subject matter is so great that I write them for myself. To write an epic poem is crazy fun to me; the longer the better. And the monsters chosen are always…well…nerd monsters. You know…the awesome ones?!?!?! Not like…werewolves and the obvious choices. They are awesome monsters chosen by a monster lover and it delights my inner Mwah ha ha. I enter these two a whole lot: (thought I just now realized they are from the same person!)
The former being a way to stoke the creative fire and the latter being something I love to do. I wish there was a word like…. succinctify. Compact a book into a teaser. Awesome. A very pleasing way to pass the time. So there we go….I don’t have ONE favorite because that’s the fun of the site…the sheer volume of things that have the capability to appeal to every facet of your repertoire…and then expand it. |
Well, what the fuck is wrong with me? I left out the Image Prompt Challenge entry on Tuesday and then just simply skipped yesterday altogether. I caught up!!! I goddamn caught up....only to immediately skip an entire day?! Was I under the impression that I had not only caught up but had somehow skipped ahead? Jesus.
From the War Chest... You have the power to rewind time by 10 seconds...but you can only use it three times. How would you use your extra 30 seconds? So. I intensely dislike this prompt. It has me pissed off. It moved in and is now living inside its own head inside my head. If you wanted to use them for the past, you would only be able to go back ten seconds from the moment you use the time skip. If you didn't then not all of them would be equal to ten seconds. I'd love to say I would use a time skip to go to ten seconds before I forgot to post anything at all yesterday....but in actuality that would be a skip of like....17 hours and ten seconds. And if it is for the future (which clearly it is) then I hate it even more. How the fuck am I supposed to predict what I will want to relive in the future? If the past is indicative then my answer will be "nothing". I mean.....I will go back to the beginning of my next good orgasm. IF Husband A ever cleans anything up I will most certainly want to relive that moment, but that's a big goddamn if. We currently have Family Guy on in the background and Husband A just said "what did he say?" So I guess I would go back thirty seconds from right now and tell him Peter's stupid joke. |
Whoops….looks like my July seventh entry did not get copied and pasted into my blog entry last night. Which is shitty since I was feeling all caught up and shit. I chose this image because it invoked a different image in my mind almost immediately. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** It made me think of one of my favorite animal pictures ever: ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** It is from the article: {link: http://boredomtherapy.com/animal-relative-size/} (Man did it take me a long ass time to find that article…) A strangely honed preference of mine is a picture of a regular sized animal with a regularly sized “other”…a person an inanimate object…whatever. Animals are enormous. It is something easily forgotten, by arrogance though, it is forgotten through arrogance. A misbegotten belief of our status in the food chain. Of our status in the class system of the earth. I like that elephant picture because ...because it rocks. I don't even care if that is a small car...look at the trunk on that mother fucker. (The elephant not the car.) Actually, I guess it is anything that makes me feel small also makes me happy. But not philosophically small. Not looking at the stars or contemplating the universe…more practical applications of the comparison. Animals, buildings, oceans…etc. I want to be right there and feel small in that very moment. It makes me feel so very…nestled in, and I do so love that feeling. |
Talk Tuesday! How important is self-promotion, and where does it draw the line between being informative and becoming "too much of one person" for you to handle? Well, I am a shameless self-promoter. I know what I am good at and I like for other people to know the things I am good at. Though, I like to produce results and let people know that way. Although.....I don't need to self-promote. I can rest easy in the knowledge that my results can speak for themselves. There is a line though. No - that is not quite right. There isn't a point where it becomes too much, but there is a tone that will begin to grate on my nerves. A voluminous, everyone look at me because I suffer from Little Man Syndrome tone. The... I don't think you know what you are talking about because I know everything about whatever you are about to talk about tone. That is what is way too much. I will never stop self-promoting...after all...who knows how to please me better than I do? |
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