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| Thursday, October 9th, 2008 |
bionic_groin
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9:16p |
A Surrey moment, VCon, furry dance-off, Super Mario Bondage
A surrey moment. I'm waiting in the line at Safeway with one item (not condoms, but I wish it were). The express lanes are packed with people so I find it slightly faster to go through one of the regular lanes. It still takes awhile and the lady ahead of me makes some comment about the lady ahead of her taking too long. The lady at the front of the line (who had the comment made against her) took offense and started sassing backing. Things just escalated with shitty insults and snide remarks, and ultimately, a threat: one of the ladies said, "watch out walking to your car in the parking lot." The guy at the cash was taking forever, but was going as fast as his little immigrant hands can go while ignoring the situation brewing in front of them. "Have a nice day," he said, almost echoing one of the ladies who said the exact same phrase with a sarcastic and hateful tone. I just sort of stared at the floor the whole time, privately hoping that a fist fight would erupt so that I can break it up and look like an upstanding citizen and fan my ego with the knowledge that I have good in my heart. But the good in my heart is really evil because I still wanted to see them fight. After I left the supermarket I saw them yelling at each other, one from her car to the other as she went for her car. The first lady drove off and the second lady kicked her own car out of frustration when she finally got to it. A surrey moment.
I was at VCon, Vancouver's oldest sci-fi, fantasy, and gaming convention, last week. I was supposed to be helping out on the radio show I volunteer with. The equipment was fucked up again this year so we couldn't broadcast live from the convention as we originally planned. Instead we recorded interviews with the intent of playing them at a further date. I stuck around and assisted for a few hours, but eventually got distracted and splintered away from the radio people. On the second day of the con I went to a dance party. That's when 3 furrys walked onto the dance floor. These weren't your typical budget furrys, these were hardcore, pimped out, professionally-made costumed furrys. They weren't wearing shorts, so no hidden genital modifications - their crotches were opening visible and lacking in junk. They were the child-hugging, fun-for-the-whole-family breed, and it looked like they wanted to dance. So I approached them, looked them in their cartoon eyes and said, "this here's a dance-off!" And I breakdanced against them. I saw another furry (there were alot of them there) in the hallway earlier, challenged him to a dance-off, and pwned him hard, so I figured these 3 would be easy as pie. They would have been, but I screwed up my power move. One of them took the advantage and did a fake, comedy breakdancing move (like sitting on the ground and pulling yourself in circles) and won the audiences favor. A fake move beats out a failed real move any day. So I lost a dance-off against a furry. I suppose I should shoot myself in the face now for being the epitome of fail, but instead I'll train harder, faster, better, stronger. And soon I'll have my revenge.
A had a friend with me on the dance floor who asked to leave several times. I was too drawn into the dance and I dismissed her multiple times. Eventually she stormed out. The first time it was Scissor Sisters, and I couldn't leave then. Then it was Prince, and I couldn't abandon Prince. Then it was the Jackson Five, and there was no way I could leave. And then she was gone. When I was done dancing and looking around for her, a man dressed as an Star Wars Imperial Stormtrooper told me that he saw her get her stuff and leave, and that she looked mighty pissed. I ran everywhere looking for her. When I passed the stormtrooper again he told me I'd better have flowers for her. I was an ass for ignoring her, but the dance is too powerful. I've lost many potential dates to the dancefloor. I've had people I was dating picked up by other guys while I was busy dancing. I cannot resist the dance - the boogie is alive within me. How it courses through these veins, pulsating with the energy of the galactic funk. It is a power, an unstoppable force of the cosmos, which commands me and demands every ounce of my vitality. Yes I was a jerk. But I blame it on the boogie.
There were a ton of furrys at the sci-fi convention. They were going around in fucking uniform. I think they had some kind of deal with convention security or something, or that they were the security. I saw them with walkie talkies and patrolling the hallways in groups. I told one not-ugly chick furry that I thought she was a nazi furry for a moment (due to the Hitler youth-looking uniforms) and she gave me a heil Hitler salute, which turned me on a little (not really. Okay, maybe a little.) I proceeded to hit on her a bit, but I probably scared her away after I started introducing her to strangers as “Maximillian, my production assistant on my amateur sci-fi porno videos.”
I bumped into the one of the convention’s administrators. She was the one who lined up our interviews for the radio show. She remembered me from last year and I remembered her – she was quite the character. She told me some stuff that I was supposed to rely to the show’s producer, but never did. When I saw her, she was dressed in a corset and had a riding crop with her. I don’t remember what I said to her, but it ended with me sticking my butt out and her flogging my ass with her riding crop. I was dressed as Super Mario at the time and had an extra tight set of overalls that apparently makes my butt look good, so I hope the Mario flogging looked hot. I should have gave her one too, but she was late enough as it was.
Speaking of flogging. I plan on going to Sin City this week. It’ll be my brother’s last chance to go before he heads out for New Zealand. I hope I get some dungeon time this time around – I’ve been real eager to get in there. Related to that first goal, I also plan to working on my chick-picking-up-skills, which I severely lack. Although, I feel that I now have the confidence I lacked.
Current Music: Blame it on the Boogie by the Jackson Five |
| Wednesday, October 8th, 2008 |
gopherguts1218
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10:49p |
Dating Personas Meme Taken from ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) miyukikoukotsu , Current Mood:  busyCurrent Music: Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Guns n' Roses |
| Tuesday, October 7th, 2008 |
zahra
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8:59p |
Eaten by Ochem
I don't know whether it's the lack of Div III stress, or just that it only gets hard near the end of the semester, or just the fact that I have all day to play with problem sets, but I think that I may actually like taking ochem. My mom was looking through my lecture notes, and was puzzled as to why the heck anyone would need to take it for a full year for med school - in her exact words: "There's absolutely nothing like this on the OAT. And you'll probably never even touch the subject again in medical school..." Yeah... ochem is overrated - but fun! Maybe. I'll probably feel differently on Thursday, when I have to take the exam, heh. In other news, I have been doing at least one spooky sketch a day, even if I do post them a bit late. They're all in my DA gallery, woo. Alrighty, back to studying molecular orbitals. :p Current Mood:  tired |
lars_larsen
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8:29a |
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| Monday, October 6th, 2008 |
polgamma
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10:29p |
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gopherguts1218
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10:04p |
Love Whenever I look back on stories of generations past, I find a curious solace in having associated the greatest stories with that of love, rather than achievement. I have always wondered if the most brilliant of minds, those with the most inimitable passion for their craft, the workaholics, the 'empty-ring-fingers,' have ever looked back on their span of sixty years or more, and wanted to give it all back, just to feel of warmth, the significance of another to share the world with. That they would be happy in knowing still, that the greatest of their achievements was not a distinguished service to humankind, but a sensation known only in secret, between those lucky enough to have found it. Love. There are two kinds of people in this world, those that find love, and those that find something else. History tends to glorify those found in the latter, and dismiss the former as something to written about in paperback novels, nevertheless, just as full of zeal, and just as full of achievement. If one took the time to think about it, history and love are quite analogous to each other. History, like love, is the culmination of defeats, achievements, and significant change, and the predisposition in knowing that once history has been experienced, it shall never be experienced the same way twice. Just as there are hundreds of interpretations to history, love has just as innumerable a number. Both can only be truly understood in private, in seclusion from those that, in their entirety, have not experienced either firsthand. Perchance out of some virtue, a passion to attain something bigger than myself, I have always anticipated falling into the latter category. However, I have only come to realize that the greatest of my achievements would mean nothing next to the virtue of knowing love as my greatest success. No matter how much you berate yourself for falling so coldly, to something as un-glorified as love, at least the idea of chancing upon it someday, is not something so easily dismissed as trivial, or foolish, but perhaps something as significant as all of the pages of history put together. Because in the end, at least in my opinion, love makes for the best epilogue. Current Mood:  sleepyCurrent Music: Silent Night/Noche De Paz - Christina Aguilera |
| Friday, October 3rd, 2008 |
skip_town
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8:59p |
my cute girlfriend sent me this from times square in new york city. i want her back here with me! we've agreed to buy a tandem bike :)  Current Music: "sleep the clock around"|belle + sebastian |
skip_town
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7:20p |
More lies from the Obama/McCain campaign!
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| Thursday, October 2nd, 2008 |
sdf
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10:14p |
Youtube has gotten so depressing. It's 2 funny 2 watch some of the Katie Couric interviews but the comments make me worry that this incompetent ~*~ WOMAN~*~ might be elected vice-president (and become a WOMAN PRESIDENT when McCain becomes died or w/e).  (response to response about Palin wanting a "culture of life" even in "less than ideal" circumstances like rape.) To quote a comment that's been popping up quite a bit ~~~ "a black man or a woman--it's a devil's decision." (Actually, that particular version was quoted earlier today on national NPR from a race relations piece that was focusing on one of metro Detroit's most segragated areas, the city I grew up in.) I listened to the debate on the radio; did I miss any Tina Fey gestures? The NPR *woman* summed it up well, she said that for once Biden wasn't the most loquacious one on stage. You betcha! Folksy!! |
gopherguts1218
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10:09p |
12 Women, No Names [1] - You reaffirm my faith in companionship. You're a rarity, in every sense of the word. I always feel that time cheats me of the moments we spend together, because they always seem to go by so fast. You've made such a tremendous impact in my life, and I'm glad we've become such close friends. You're much more than I can ever bring myself to writing, because to me, you're perfect. [2] - I knew the moment I met you...that you hated chocolate macaroons! Hahaha XD. Twas very sweet of you though, buying me that box of chocolates. You ate all of the coconut ones just because you knew I didn't like them. That's not the fondest memory I have of you, but I know it's the only one you'll ever let me share. We always did like keeping secrets with each other! Love you always! [3] - I told myself that you were the only woman I could ever bring myself to dance with. Too bad I only got to dance with you once... Those slow-dances never last long enough... You are the honest to goodness, woman that poems are written about, thought of, and scribed. They could write novels about your brilliance, and even then, that wouldn't suffice. I wanted that dance to go on forever, and I'm glad you shared the same sentiment. ^^ You're wonderful. [4] - I would trade you for any one of 'the guys' anytime! Hahaha, I think we watch too many movies/videos together, but that's what I love about you! We can have fun just lounging around, doing nothing, and we'd both feel that the time was not wasted. I always have the best conversations with you, and best of all, I love being around you! ^^ [5] - You're the only woman whose ever written poetry to me. One of these days, I wouldn't be surprised if you're some famous poet laureate, and college students all over the world are trying to decipher your work, haha. I was actually quite surprised that you wrote me so much, and my only regret is that the postmaster didn't get me my mail until it was three months overdue. That was a frustrating time for both of us, but you were always so understanding. You know, I still read those poems whenever I'm feeling down. Haha, they're the perfect 'cognitive chocolate.' ^^ [6] - I can talk to you about anything, and more than anyone else, I look up to you. Sometimes, you can be the most annoying person on the face of the planet, but I've always stuck to my word, when I said that you are the 'Best Advice Giver Ever,' and that'll never change! I love you! [7] - I bet it's no surprise that we click. You and I share the same passions, and I'm glad to have you in my life. Over the course of such little time, we've become fast friends, and I can't imagine it any other way. I can totally see myself living with you, and if we ever do, I think we'd spend a majority of our time watching movies and making jokes about everything. You're such a great friend, and I love having your company! [8] - We haven't talked much lately, and part of that is my fault. I'm usually so terrible at keeping close contact with people overseas. I never got to tell you that I was deeply sad when you left. You were always the best pen pal, we even said that we'd continue to write each other when we're old geezers, to the point where we wouldn't even remember each others' handwriting, and think that random people were sending us love notes XD. You are one of the sweetest gals I've ever had the pleasure of knowing! [9] - I love joking around with you... because you always give me so much material! XD j/j Hahaha, you're awesome, but I'm sure you already know that! ;P I hope we can share more laughs together, as the years progress, and I'm sure we will! I'm thankful to have you in my life, because I can't imagine surviving my first two years of college without you. You've been the consummate friend, and I've always held you in the highest regard for that reason. [10] - We've shared a lot, but you were always distant with me... I haven't spoken to you in a while, and neither one of us is to blame. We've simply just drifted apart, you and I. But you had such a way with words, and I think that's what drew me to you in the first place. Of course, it also didn't help that you're beautiful! ;P Twas fun while it lasted, yeah? One of these days, I hope we can make things right again. [11] - You're an instant 'mood-lifter!' It's almost impossible for me to be sad when I'm around you. You're always so full of energy, and best of all, it's contagious! My only regret is that we didn't get to know each other earlier! Glad to have you in my life! ^^ [12] - So much has happened to the both of us, and to think, with moving around so much, we've since lost contact with each other! >< Hahaha, we would both wear each others' favorite color to school, just because we wanted people to know we were together. Hahaha, and how you would wear the same three shirts and sweater, because burgundy was such a hard color to find! XD Oh god, I miss sharing lunches with you, and saving up our week's allowance to buy Pocky at the store nearby school. You liked strawberry and I liked chocolate, we always ended up eating each others', so we had to buy extra of both! I can't believe you got married already! Geezus woman, I could've been your "Made of Honor" XD Haha j/j ~ at least you didn't marry someone Scottish! ;P Current Mood:  accomplishedCurrent Music: Love Love Love - Lenny Kravitz |
skip_town
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12:44a |
my cute girlfriend has left for a trip to new york city i dropped her at the airport only two hours ago and already miss her :( 
Current Music: "behold a lady"|outkast |
| Wednesday, October 1st, 2008 |
zahra
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10:35p |
I has a cold
But there was cookery yesterday, and a Wii-party. :D Also, the delicious hot chocolate recipe involving chocolate nibs is up on Curried Brains. Go see! Also, happy 50th birfday, NASA. I know that I need to consolidate the bloggage, but an art/science/cooking blog just seems so wierd. >.> Also, I have a gameyness wiki. Free wikis sound all kinds of awesome: http://www.wikidot.com/Right, back to ochem homework. Current Mood:  cheerful |
skip_town
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2:43a |
went to fry's with the girlfriend. picked up this guitar off the shelf and sang danzig's "mother" to her. and get this! get this! she seemed to think it was funny!  Current Music: "peaches en regalia"|frank zappa |
| Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 |
zahra
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3:12p |
sketchery
I started it early, mostly because all the pumpkin plants died while I was away in California, and thus deserved a belated homage to what could have been. Next year, I want pumpkins, damnit.  Current Mood:  artistic |
gopherguts1218
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9:16p |
Don't Think Twice, It's All Right Current Mood:  MoodyCurrent Music: Don't Think Twice, It's All Right - Bob Dylan |
skip_town
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12:33a |
i created my profile on my.barackobama.com!!!!  Current Music: "man in the mirror"|michael jackson |
| Monday, September 29th, 2008 |
bionic_groin
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11:27p |
Nair
So I Naired my legs and ass today for the first time. I wondered what I would look like not as a werewolf. It's funny that I decided to do it just as I was coming to be comfortable with my hairyness. But I'm liking the results. My legs look so smooth and awesome, like Jean Claud Van Damn. I realized that I have pretty good legs. My upper body is not quite porn starish, but my legs fit the role. I like Nair. People warn me about the chemicals, but I looked at the ingredients and it's mostly sodium hydroxide. I spill NaOH on myself all day at work, so this isn't a big departure for me. The one qualm I have is in the application of the paste. It tends to go on uneven and leave splotches of hair that require multiple applications. It took me forver to get it. And it's still uneven on my ass - it is quite a challenge to apply paste evenly to one's own ass while twisted in front of the mirror. That's when it comes in handy to have a nair buddy that doesn't mind smearing the stuff all over your butt. I am also disappointed by the difficulty in applying the cream to my taint, which is a real trouble spot that needs a lot of work - it is the heart of darkness. When I was done I used a razor to pick off the last remaining tufts, and then I admired my new awesome legs in the mirror. Now I just hope other people will adore them as much as I do.
Current Music: What's Up by 4 Non Blondes |
zahra
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2:56p |
schoolery, bloggery, cookery
Classes at Harvard seem okay so far - lots o' work, but it's ochem, so that's pretty much expected. Managed to irreversibly mess up the first lab - twice. But it's alright, since notebook, prelab, and quiz were all perfect. Apparently, I can remember random facts - at least for a while. Next time, I'm getting more sleep and bringing a map of the lab - I get lost standing in front of my own lab bench, ack. Also, the hoods beep a lot. There is a button for dealing with this. I hearts. I have begun a cooking blog and a science blog (since LJ has ads and that horrid pop-up link previewer thing, plus it's much easier to do pictures on blogspot). I shall attempt to update them at least weekly. Cooking blog: Curried BrainsScience Blog: MycetozoaI am also setting myself an October challenge, because too much ochem makes my creativity go crazy. During October, I shall sketch at least one spooky picture a day, and color it. I will also attempt to write corresponding descs and work on that urban fantasy story I've been fiddling with intermittently for most of the summer (art/writey blog & MUDblog coming soon). And many many thanks to Carmon for the cocoa nibs and palm sugar - I cooked and mixed the two and added milk, and created the most delicious chocolate concoction I have EVER tasted. I wish I'd taken pictures - it was amazing. I might try to get a photo of the final product and update the cooking blog - that is, if there is any left. I need to find a store near here that sells unsweetened cocoa, preferably pre-powdered without any dairy or additives. There's an import store in Boston that sells unusual items like sugar cane and spiced mealworms, so that might be a good place to start. Also, on a funny note, my mom was very confused about cocoa and coca, and totally thought I was making something ELSE, haha. Other than the above, and random adventures involving being chased by turkeys on the way home from Saturday labs (which begins at 9 AM, ick), not much else is happening. There is curry, there is interesting science homeworks, there is MUDbuildyness and weekly Monday night gameyness on Skype, and life is good. Current Mood: goodCurrent Music: fan's blowing |
gopherguts1218
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8:14p |
Keeping Busy Taken from spaltung, Current Mood:  boredCurrent Music: The Christmas Song - Tony Bennet |
| Sunday, September 28th, 2008 |
bionic_groin
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10:19p |
Sin, dry suit, crappy motels
I wanted to go to Sin City, Vancouver's fetish-themed club event, last night. But if I was going to go, I wanted my brother to come along. It was pirate night and he had a sea-farer's uniform from his work aboard cruise ships. He's technically not allowed to wear it to such events, but he does it anyways. He didn't want to go because he was observing Ramadan, which is a time of piety and withdrawl from worldy pleasures. I suppose going to a sexually charged club event wouldn't be compatible with devout Abrahamic religious cleansing. If it were a year ago I'd probably be in the same boat as him, but I've since taken a break from religion and most of its rules.
So I went to the flea market today and got a dry suit for fifty bucks. Usually dry suits, as oppose to wet suits, are over two-hundred dollars - the zippers alone are like two-hundred dollars. It fit great and was in good condition. I asked the vendor where he got it and he told me: a police auction. I have to start going to police auctions.
Finding places to have sex is difficult when you have a marginal income. Dave Chappelle said, "if a man can fuck in box he wouldn't buy a house." Fucking in a box is proving to be quite a challenge. Outdoors at parks or fields work in the summer, but things are getting chilly this time of year. At school during night works well too from time to time, but there's only so many times you can do that before getting caught. Home usually isn't an option due to interference by roommates or family members. The only options I can see is finding roommates who are okay with you fucking in the living room, or are even willing to join in; shell out the unreasonable amounts of money for your own place with no roommates, which probably can't be afforded; or go to festivals and events where people openly fuck in public, which is what I hope Burning Man will be like.
I was looking around for a motel today and asking about rates. One place had an old white guy and an old punjabi guy at the front desk. I asked them about rooms and the punjabi guy was like, "Double bed, for man and woman who are married, or two single beds for two men." They seemed like real traditional types for their respective cultures, and they repeated their husband-and-wife-double-bed and two-men-single-beds mantra over and over as I tried to figure out how much it would cost for two people sharing a bed. I felt like fucking with them and saying, "How much for a double bed for two gay men who are married?" I had the feeling that they'd refuse me service if they knew I'd use their motel for gayishness. The words were just about to come out of mouth, but I couldn't - their rates were actually pretty good.
Current Music: Spanish Hotel California possibly by the Gipsy Kings |
gopherguts1218
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6:04p |
Love Revolution Taken from trumpydoesmagic, Current Mood:  pleasedCurrent Music: Love Revolution - Lenny Kravitz |
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