Nirdu is The House

My brother called up Best Buy the other day and asked if they had a Wii. They said they did, they had one. He asked if they could hold it. They couldn't. He drove out to Best Buy, an 11 minute drive. He got in the store just in time to see the little girl walk out of the store with her hick ass father with the last Wii in hand.

Life's a bit of a cunt sometimes.

I want to play the damn Wii.

I wish I was mute.
That would be so much better.
Then I wouldn't open my mouth and say stupid things.
Over and over and over.

I can recover, usually.
But the damage is always done, and it stays.
Never forgotten.
Never perfect.
Never right.

Live for the better days.
Pray these are few.
Put them behind you.

Leonard Shelby: Memory can change the shape of a room; it can change the color of a car. And memories can be distorted. They're just an interpretation, they're not a record, and they're irrelevant if you have the facts.

Santa (with muscles of course) wishes all ya'll a Merry Christmas/Cheerful Chanukah/Kwaazy Kwanzaa/Beligerant Boxing Day/Tip-top Tony's Birthday/Bouncing Birth of Sol Invictus/Pristine Proclamation Day/Ripuarian Rizal Day/Handsome Anniversery of the death of Humphrey de Bohun, 3rd Earl of Hereford/Nigelicious New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm getting more and more disillusioned with, I don't know, just about everything I suppose. The more and more I think about this country, the government, corporate stranglehold, I just notice so many little pissy things that if people stopped and thought about them en masse there could be some real shit for the structure of the world.

Just to clarify, no I'm not turning into one of those damn hippie-revolutionary stoner types. Although I've always generally accepted counter-culture and will continue to do so. I just don't get shitting on people who are just trying to be into whatever they want. Of course there are people who follow counter-culture just to fit in, but those types are everywhere. Yet that's the mindset that allows this country to just flounder under corrupt leaders. On a smaller scale, municipal governments usually work quite fine. Or stuff. I don't know. I'm just tired. I get tired of hearing this "freedom" and "liberty" bullshit constantly. Fancy quotes that envigorate 'Mericans to follow a regime just like fancy catchphrases turn WWE audiences into good little John Cena fans. It works both ways though, Michael Moore spreads as much propaganda as the Nazis.

I guess it doesn't matter who you put in charge, it works and it doesn't. Both ways.

Or maybe I've been listening to too much Rage Against the Machine. Or maybe I'm just fucking around and don't want to put any real thought into this.

...and yay Christmas and such.

I'm a poor recently graduated college student. I hope none of you are expecting anything for Christmas, cause you ain't getting nothing.
I hate this season, it's the only time you end up feeling guilty for not blowing your money on other people. And stuff.
I don't feel like writing.

HOMICIDE WON THE ROH CHAMPIONSHIP! Whoooo yeah. Finally one of the best championship runs comes to an end and a deserving man gets his prize.

God is a cunt. I kinda wanna know what I did to piss him off. Or my my name just popped up. The first thing I do when I die is punch him. Pow, right in the kisser.

Li Mu Bai: The things we touch have no permanence. My master would say: there is nothing we can hold onto in this world. Only by letting go can we truly possess what is real.

I graduated from college.
Hooray for me.
I have nothing to do anymore.
My life just that suddenly has no point.
It's odd how such a short amount of time can change so much.
So I'll float around for a while with no purpose.
Until something finds me and puts meaning into my life.

L'homme doit être content, dit-on; mais de quoi?
Man ought to be content, it is said; but with what?
- Voltaire

I just had the best dream ever. I dreamed that the United States got hit by a nuclear weapon. Okay, so that sounds really wrong. Don't get me wrong, it didn't qualify as best dream ever for any reason other than it seemed so real. The blackouts, the frantic scramble to watch news reports for information, the uncertainty, the fear of what's happening next, the panic. It was just like 9/11 all over again. God that was such a fun day.

Yet this dream was so real, I could actually feel the excitement.

Sure it kinda makes me a sociopath, but so what. At least I'm a fun sociopath.

Cal: I just want you to know this is like the first conversation of like three conversations that leads to you being gay. Like... there's this and then in a year it's like, "Oh you know, I kinda wanna, ya know, get back out there but I think I like guys" and then there's the big, "Oh I'm I'm a gay guy now".
David: You're gay for saying that.

Two years ago I started this blog. Two... fucking... years.

It's not really functional at the moment. I don't write anything here anymore. I want to. I have a lot to say, I always do. But for now I'm writing volumes of other stuff, mostly personal "test" stories and daily reactions from people. After all, the most interesting characters aren't those who are created, but are an amalgamation of everyone you know.

Still... this blog has become neglected. Surely I used to post more often and more interesting pieces. I'm still looking for my motivation. I fear I've found my muse, and it's negativity. What can I say, I thrive in the 'grayness' of life.

So congratulations to me on reaching two years and saying nothing of value. It still keeps going, though, and will continue on life support until I simply never update again. This blog is a reliable place to vent sometimes. I never have any serious hits, so I don't worry that anybody's reading.

Nirdu is definately the house. Hope for a revitilization when my life enters the next phase, Japan.

Homer: Here are your messages:
“You have 30 minutes to move your car”,
“You have 10 minutes”,
“Your car has been impounded”,
“Your car has been crushed into a cube”,
“You have 30 minutes to move your cube”.
[phone ringing]
Homer: Yello, Mr. Burns’ office.
Burns: Is it about my cube?