Once again I've managed to ignore this thing, and once again I'm vomiting random, reasonably unrelated information in place of a thoughtful post. Oh well, at least I'm honest. This is the current contents of a text file called awesome.txt, where I leave all the great things I write or want to keep track of in some way that's less than a diary but more than the Clipboard (Kind of like this blog...). Anyway, there's some KoL stuff, some emo stuff, some emo KoL stuff, some religious musings, and a bevy of sarcastic responses to the people who spam me on ICQ ever since my number got out. Enjoy.

(The format of these is a follow-up the the ICQ client asking if I'd like to include a reason for denying whoever's spamming me a place on my buddy list, in case they seem fragmented and/or overly direct.)



Because you're a spamming asshole. I don't know you, you don't know me, and the guy you'll sell this ID too won't know either of us. Please do us both a favor and find something productive to do with your life. If you're really looking for suggestions, I'd recommend finding a Frisbee and learning how to be God with it. Or you could always join a circus troupe, that'd certainly provide some fodder for the autobiography you'd have to write in hopes of paying off the inevitable debt you'd rack up after the AIDS medicines exhaust your accounts. Or get into an MMORPG - it could prove a true boon toward your problem of having too much time, but could result in an irreparable loss of social abilities.
Like I said, there're plenty of reasons why you don't need to be my fake friend on ICQ, and so I leave you with this intentionally cryptic and, likely, soon-to-be-deleted nugget of proof that public schooling is not a lost cause (in haiku form, no less):
Players only love
When the rain washes you clean
Thunder when it rains

-apettythief

No, I'm not going to authorize you. You see, I keep a record of the witty responses I give to people (like you, and this) who randomly ask me for my now-apparently-leaked ICQ number, and I post them to the internet where my friends can laugh at my comments and your petty refusals to even react to my sardonism. Would it kill you people to write back? I apply more effort to these things than I do to most other compositions I do and some feedback would be appreciated. Who the hell -are- you, anyway? How'd you get my ICQ number? What are your opinions on the recent loss of the French Socialist Party and the apparent shift toward the right of the attitudes of the French people? If you're still reading this you may as well respond, seeing as the time it took to read this is well less than it should take the reasonably capable to dash off a quick 'fuck you.'


No reason given. I don't need one, seeing as you, in internet fashion, accosted me.


Much as I'd like to be able to say I got my job from a bot trolling the internet, I don't think we're going in the same direction. You see, my delusions of grandeur revolve around marginally larger concepts than stone design. If by some chance you actually mean -stoner- design, then I might know some people who could help you; alas, I doubt they will receive this message. The best of luck in your internet stone design endeavors,
-thief


Learn some fucking English.



I officially hate the internet. Why, you ask? Well, for the quite simple reason that by affiliating yourself with it, people assume that there is something socially, mentally, critically wrong with you. We have societal designations such as 'nerd,' 'geek,' 'lurker, 'furry'... (Did furries even exist before the internet?) I agree that there certainly are problems with some people who use the internet, but making the assumption that everyone involved has only socially deviant things in mind regardless of their setting is uncalled for. (I can forgive Ted Stevens for thinking so, I suppose.) There are people who use the internet for legitimate reasons (Avenue Q notwithstanding) and it should not be the norm to expect people to have something wrong with them. When that happens, skill and virtue are taught to be unattainable ideals to which none hold, and we face a daunting future indeed.

Ok, so I was kicked from an Tactics Arena Online (chess, like) for saying "seriously, I'm not trying to be a dick," ('dick' being the operative which accorded me a new seat in the queue to log in to the game) after engineering a beautiful comeback with less units against a stronger player. I'm serious- I was laying counter-traps and calculating possible damage and blocking counts and several possible moves in advance. The guy had a pair of clerics to my zero- he could pick up HP whenever he wanted it and I brought him to the point where it would have been two turns from a draw and something like six from a full victory. It was nuts; I was honestly excited about characters turning to block against odds in accordance with my calculations. I'll probably be back soon: writing this thing took so long I'm over it already. Stupid internet.


04/12/07 10:12:02 AM - Welcome back to the Kingdom of Loathing. Noob.
06/20/07 10:00:30 PM - Welcome back to the Kingdom of Loathing. Noob.


[haiku] DotMatrix:
Though summer has bloomed
Ascendant thoughts lie dormant
Falcons cannot hear


Nobody ever wants to go toe-to-toe, especially at my school. We need some emotion, something people can get behind and the administration can't pretend is safe. The bubble is killing us, and anyone who honestly believes otherwise either is lying, or hasn't seen it's effects. I realize this last is a bit limited in view, but when has isolation ever done anything beneficial? Even the College can see the inherent problem in ignoring society: it's part of the motto 'reconciliation in church and society,' maturity of intellect.' Ignorance is neither.