Burning Bridges may seem like a good idea, but at the end of the day, you just get more fire to burn you and more smoke to choke you.
Someday, after mastering the winds, the waves, the tides and gravity, we shall harness for ourselves the energies of love, and then, for a second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire.
Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
Definitely weren’t in Kansas in the first place
So weird dreams for me are not rare. In fact, I find I have one every night that I soon forget about once I’m awake.
Not this one. This one was oddly vivid, more like a memory then a dream. I could see everything clearly as if I was reliving it again. Warning: the following may paint me as a bit of a loony, but what else do you expect from dreams eh?
So from what memory serves, I was with a fairly big group of people that I never got a good look at, things were always too hectic. We were in some sort of base that looked pretty futuristic. It wasn’t anything I recognized from any movie or anything, so my brain must’ve created it from scratch.
We were armed to the teeth with weapons I’ve never seen before, and we needed to be. All over the place there were these weird, crab like creatures. They seemed to be parasitic, latching on to anything they found (including each other) and mutating or something. So here was I and this group running for it and shooting when we could (which wasn’t often), and somehow the idea came into my head that we had to reach a rather large building at the top of a hill that seemed to be clean.
Somehow I became separated from the group and was inside this building exploring it, only to discover it was infested itself. Only this time, whatever these crab things were were spitting shit at me. One of the things they spat at me burst open to reveal one of those big black aliens from the movie “Aliens”. Needless to say I filled my dacks and ran for the door, only to be met by my group walking in.
They lined up on some sort of balcony and started shooting at all the creatures now swarming into the room. I stumbled across some sort of an armory off to the right, where I found one aggressive looking gun. When I emerged, I noticed in the middle of the foyer a big bunch of creatures had begun to form into one big one. I started shooting fast, and the big gun I had picked up started firing what looked like balls of energy that burnt up whatever they hit on impact.
After a couple of shots, this big creature was a legless torso, when suddenly it exploded into what looked like a wheel spinning at high speed. A couple more shots from me and it was gone. Like all dreams, once the pretense was gone, I suddenly woke up.
Just to let you know, the only drugs I’m on right now are Demezin….Really, really good Demezin.
Take it away, Ursula K. LeGuin:
“What sane person could live in this world and not be crazy?”
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This is the Story of a Girl
So while I’m sitting here, I may as well tell that story I’m very eager to tell.
So while I was browsing RWP as I do every day, I was invited to a chat room by Ani the Goddess, otherwise known as “Nature Girl” (pic related. Isn’t she a stunner. She also has a blog which you should follow here: http://dailytruthsofagirl.tumblr.com). When I was in there, we just chatted for ages, on webcam and off, until finally precedings moved to MSN.
When they got there, we hit it off like Steve Waugh at the ashes. It was mind-boggling how much we have in common; a desire to visit Egypt, tastes in music and Anime, living in Australia and everything that comes with it, foods, hobbies. The list went on and on and on. Needless to say, my she has my attention, lock stock and barrel.
More so then having things in common, she’s just an amazing girl in every way possible. Her one of a kind, easy going personality is complemented by her jaw to the floor beauty. To how eager I am to get things officially going with her, 200kms is nothing. We’re meeting in a few weeks, which brings me to my next rant about the government.
Sweet Raptor Jesus have mercy on me. If the taxman could go any slower, time would stand still. It’s like you’re sending them your money every pay week courtesy of FedEx and they’re returning it to you by carrier pigeon, only this pigeon is blind, has a gimpy wing and has ADD up the arse. Maybe Spring was a bad time for them to send it back all the birds are off fucking in a tree somewhere.
Whatever way it is, that bird better not be spending my babies money on a 5 star honeymoon in the Great Deku Tree otherwise feathers will be ruffled.
Take it away, Aristotle:
“Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.”
Genesis, chapter one
So here I am, fresh off the boat (Mr. Rabbit must have failed to stop it) for my first blog, and I may as well get the whole “Cat” story out of the way first before questions are asked.
A long time ago, in a URL far far away, I became a member of the “Rare Witch Project”, a fansite devoted to the support of the AAA quality videogame developer Rare. Or so it used to be. These days, Rare has ground to a devastating halt in the customer satisfaction department. A fat guy on a unicycle would make more progress then they are at the moment.
I joined the RWP under the username “I hate Cats”, a play on a character from one of Rares best games of a bygone era, “Conker’s Bad Fur Day”, known as Gregg The Grim Reaper. Being a grim reaper, it’s obvious why he would harbor a hate for cats.
To me, it stood out and was unique, which was later confirmed by my fellow members. After initially scratching their heads at my name, they steadily began to understood where it was from, and I was briefly applauded for creating such mystery on a fansite that was supposed to understand everything about Rare there was possible to know. These were the same guys that began the “Stop ‘N’ Swop” saga after all.
I shouldn’t be too harsh on RWP though. Two years later and its beginning to have a profound effect on my life. More so then anyone could imagine a fansite in the vastness of the internet could have. I met a member there known as “Nature Girl”, who is now fair dinkem in the centre of my attention (THAT story and its origins on Tinychat will be saved for another time), and probably one of the very few who will ever read this blog. Needless to say, she’s outstanding, but we wouldn’t want the story spoiled now, would we?
Don’t let the title of this blog phool (sp?) you either; I am not a religious man. Wait, that isn’t necessarily true. I am the right hand of a Goddess in the form of “Aniism”, but we’re making ridiculous amounts of money from memberships and injections that do absolutely nothing that we’re hiding from the Government, so I won’t get into it lest I give too much away. Nevertheless, religion to me is a primitive part of history, like Feudalism. (this blog post is now about religion *queue rage war*).
In other news, Australia has a hung parliament….I personally don’t understand what that means because the last thing the Australian Government have is huge balls (Citation from Kevin Rudd required). In seriousness, a hung parliament is not the best result possible. For the next few days if not weeks Australia is effectively in limbo. That’s what happens when your two candidates are a backstabbing ranga and a bunny that centres his campaign around budgie smugglers. It is a testament to the ignorance of our big parties that they need only support gay marriage and a emissions trading scheme and they would’ve won the election faster then I can make a demotivational poster about Raptors Mum.
In any event, I’m not in tune with this whole blogosphere and what exactly you’re supposed to say in it. However, from what I’ve seen, every blogger has a staple that they include in their blogs to make them stand out. For mine, I’ll post an inspirational quote at the end of every post, to you know, inspire you or something.
Take it away, Winston Churchill.
“The only thing necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing”.
