Pumpkin carving...

I think I'm going to carve this very pumpkin and bring it to the Black Sparrow for display.
I love Halloween, but not as much as elections, which is why I'm going to buy this t-shirt to wear.

DEAD SPACE

< nerd rant >

So I am watching a friend play Dead Space for the Xbox 360.
Here is a recreation:

Me: KILL HIM KILL HIM! WHAT THE FUCK! SHIT! WHAT IS THAT NOISE!? A A A A PRESS THE MUTHERFUCKING A!!! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE!! SHIIIITTT WHAT IS THAT? THERE ARE TWO! KILL THEM KILL THEM YOU ARE GOING TO DIE! PRESS A FASTER!! FASTER FASTER FASTER AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! (is sitting on top of couch almost knocking it over)
Him: Wow, could you imagine this in surround sound?
Me: I will kill you if you get surround sound.
Him: A!A!A!A!A!A!A!A!A!A!
Me: Not funny.

Dead Space might be the most horrific, terrifying game known to man. There are some direct ties to BioShock, but so far there are not in comparison with each other. I'm only on the second chapter of the game, but it looks to be one that will keep me awake at night.

< / end nerd rant >

What about that line... "bad ass motherfuckers!?"

Me: "Bad ass motherfuckers?"
Him: Yes.
Me: I don't know that movie line.
Him: You haven't seen Pulp Fiction?
Me: Yes, and I would have gotten "cheese royal" but not "bad ass motherfuckers" that is Samuel Jackson's every other movie line!
Him: Whatever, its obvious that you suck.
Me: Ok my turn, "Goblin King Goblin King, take this child far away from me!"
Him: You are a strange girl, and most random.
Me: You aren't guessing because you don't know how to spell Labyrinth.
Him: No, I thought you were talking about Willow, and... yes.

Remember not too long ago when I was having flirty text message conversations with Grossman? Well, now I'm having it with a new guy. This time, here is the difference.

Me, silence, no text.
Him: (after about 20 minutes) Hey, did you go to work? You got awful quiet, I thought we were playing, Name that movie quote.
Me: I just didn't know what to say.
Him: I guess there is nothing left to talk about?
Me: No, there is, just I'm all texted out.
Him: Ok, I will leave you be.
Me: You should really consider having a conversation with me that doesn't involve text.
Him: Yes, you are correct.

Take that ego!


In the few weeks that has followed my and Joe's break up. I find myself having a lower and lower self esteem. First Grossman decides to get back together with his fugly girlfriend who looks like a pseudo donkey. Then Rossman decided to stop texting. After those, Joe decided to talk to me in a respectful manner, like I wanted him to while I was dating him.
Maybe I deserve Joe?
No!
Wake up!
Rossman decided to text me after a week of disappearing.
Without being dis-respective, I politely flirted, and then asked him to see me in person.
Ophelia isn't messing around anymore.
She might kill herself at the end of Hamlet but she stands up for herself in the mean time.
Its still the mean time.

Debates now in forms of Instant Messaging!

I'm pretty sure that the Presidential Debate being held tonight should be in the form of AOL instant messaging instead of speeches.
I just won my own little intellectual debate by the simple Microsoft copy and paste option, because it's really hard to say "I didn't say that!" when its in your own personal font and color, copy and pasted in front of you.
I think it would be wonderful.
First the moderator would ask a question, you would each get 5 minutes to type up a response.
Then the first person could IM there answer, followed by the other.
They could debate in rapid fire of who was the faster typer!

Wouldn't it be sweet if they even had the AOL bling-blong happen when they hit enter?

This is how silly I think American politics have become.

Can I just say what I feel?

Last night I wanted to say this:

"Amanda you are crazy and you need to look at yourself in the mirror and stop fucking with me."
"Laura, I love you and without you I think I might crack and destroy all women."
"Pat, I'm not going to sleep with a man-child so stop trying to hit on me."
"Justin, you are adorable, I wish you all the sex in the world."
"Richard, ready to be a daddy?"
"Zach, In general, I think you are a big idiot. Your girlfriend is worse though."

Oh the things I wish I could say.

No Pat, I will not suck your dick, nor do I ever want to. Even if you had coke and I was a coke whore.

So, since the only person who in my "real" life also reads this is Laura.
I'm just going to be flat out honest.
She doesn't seem to mind my brash ways.

Last night Pat seemed to be trying really hard to make me believe that he was "just a friend" at the same time trying his darnedest to show that he was "super awesome" and "all the ladies wanted him." I'm not sure of this game. I haven't been single in almost 1.5 years and then it was only for a week. In reality I haven't been single for 3.5 years.
The game, "I'm a friend who cares so don't you want to sleep with me?" is confusing and seems a little contradictory.
That being said, I did my darnedest to show: "I'm a friend of yours too, but because you're my friend there is no way in hell I would sleep with you, No, wait, even if I wasn't your friend I wouldn't sleep with you, there is no way I would sleep with you. Ever. Do you hear me? Never."
I don't think he got the message.
I was sitting there thinking, waiting on my Iron Cross from John, when Drew walked up to me to ask for something.
I thought, "What if I just made out with Drew? Drew and Pat are good friends and they both can't keep their mouth shut about gossip and conquests, this would solve my pesky Pat problem."
Then Drew opened his mouth and uttered a sentence at me and the idea went bust.

It was a beautiful idea up until then.
Too bad Pat doesn't have any handsome, charming friends.

I have a thought, let me get into a position where the blood will rush to my head while I can still rest my head on my elbows.

Every day I get to work, sit down, cut up my bagel or muffin into bite sized pieces, take a long sip of my latte/coffee/tea/mocha and open Mozilla. My Mozilla home page is the BBC news, which I find to be the one of the last news venues to attempt at honesty and unbiased writing. Not only can I get America's news but I can find out whats happening in Zimbabwe, London, and Australia all before taking a bite of my muffin/bagel, this is something I can't seem to achieve with CNN or other news webpages. Today a golden eye caught my attention.

I should also mention that BBC news has the most interesting stores/headlines like: Snake burst after gobbling gator, Fat cat looking for new home, Security snake(page 4), or Sudan man forced to "marry" goat.
I have a fascination with animal stories.

Back to the golden eye.
After it caught my attention, and I clicked on the link to this picture:
I read on to find out that Marc Quinn was the creator of this statue (said to be the biggest golden statue since Egyptian times) and that he has done many other things like, create a cast of his face in his own blood and make statues of disfigured people (kind of cool). Although, this time around he got Kate Moss to model for him for "perfect" statues.
One: I find it hard to believe that this crack whore is "perfect"
Two: While I believe its art, I wonder why he felt he had to go from lost limbs to crack whores. Was he making the statement: "Look what this statue can do with her limbs! Haha disfigured statue with no arms, bet you can't do that!" I bet he talks to his statues. Makes up conversations for them. Stands behind them using different voices so that he can play all the parts in his narcissistic world. He just can't be normal. I mean, I even talk to my coffee sometimes, and I'm not normal.

I think I have a hard time understanding art these days. I am a traditionalist. Monet, DaVinci, Picasso, Dali, Steadman, I even like Rothko. I don't understand making golden idols (oooo, bibical reference!), blood casts, and putting animals in formaldehyde, like Damin Hirst.

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed at home (1996) by Damin Hirst.
What it says to me: "Hey Ma! I took my science project and sold it to some rich dude claiming it was art!"

How many scientist have done this exact thing to try to figure out the workings of the inside of a pig or animal? I bet when they saw this they smacked their heads in disbelief, "Aw, geez, I have a sheep just like that in my lab right now, I wonder if I could sell it for some extra cash for my experiments!"

"Doh!"

It all comes down to a paper I had to write for my art teacher in high school. She asked a simple question, and I had to write a paper on it.
"Is the following picture art or not? Explain why you feel that way."

You can only imagine my response.