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Mod Journal | Main Community | OOC Community The World | The City | The Species | The Rules | Application Mod Contact | Character List | Player Resources The guy in the apartment next to you is a Werewolf. No big deal. The family that owns the 7/11 downstairs? Vampires. Yeah. There's a cat outside in the street, making a hell of a noise. At any moment, it might shift into a socially inept human. The Mage across the street usually throws a shoe at him. It's just another night in Porter City. Streets of Porter City is an RPG for Original Characters. Think World of Darkness meets Law and Order with a dash of Supernatural and a pinch of True Blood. Prompts and minor plots are offered every two weeks, game-wide plots will be introduced with more activity, and in-game events are hosted every month. OPEN NOW! JOIN BEFORE THE FIRST PLOTS ARE INTRODUCED!

Good players (myself included), good people (myself included), much fun. C'mon over.

P.s. Details of my trip to come. Been a little too tired/sick/dead since I got back to contemplate stuffing that much information into one journal entry.

EPIC MICKEY MOTHERFUCKING CONFIRMED.



I have not picked up the Game informer issue highlighting it yet (going to do so tomorrow or Monday). First details @ Aussie-Nintendo reveal a great plot:

"The game explores the existence of a forgotten world, a place where lesser-known Disney characters are relegated to. A dark and depressing land filled with broken rides and set pieces, these unloved characters have become bitter and twisted. Lead by Oswald the Rabbit (Disney's first ever creation - long before Mickey Mouse), they now seek revenge for what they've become."

I love it. I mean, the entire concept of a steampunk dystopia Disney is impossible not to love. But Erin's already going over potential character appearances (The Aussie Nintendo shows a revamped Phantom Blot that gave her a Ladies' Moment) and I'm going over potential ride/attraction appearances. This is really going to be a chunk of Disney history.

It's confirmed for the Wii, and confirmed that the project is being headed by Warren Spector. I was impressed when I simply heard that Spector was going to be involved, and am double-impressed after Game Informer's video interview showcasing his insane Disney fanboyism.

For those of you who missed the leaked concept art, check it out.

Now...I just wait god only knows how long for the game to actually come out. ;_;

dissolute19: *fixes you a gin & aspirin cocktail*
dissolute19: Oooh, I am naming my new cocktail the Blood Thinner Bullet Train.

[11:46] dissolute19: And he has a parakeet. That is fantastic.
[11:46] dissolute19: I don't know why a golem with a parakeet is utterly fantastic, but there you go.

[11:50] dissolute19: Hey, you're not technically Jewish either. You're ground.

[00:04] dissolute19: War gives you ouchies!
[00:05] dissolute19: (This kind of eloquence is why I never ran for political office.)

[22:00] Seiran79: I can tell you just got out of the theatre cause you spelled potato with an e.

seiran_o19o: I think every Craigslist ad title should end in "+herpes".

[17:32] dissolute19: Geeking because Disney's doing a steampunk dystopia game.
[17:32] dissolute19: I say as if there were a lot of steampunk utopias.

[14:19] Seiran79: I need to either double-dose my allergy medication or commit suicide.
[14:19] Seiran79: It's a serious toss-up at this point.

[14:26] Seiran79: The base components of real babies do not randomly rearrange themselves into abstract patterns.
[14:26] Seiran79: If they did, I would have one next to my lava lamp.

"Idiom" by Matej Kren



Found @ foundshit.com who found it somewhere else.

Uno

Dos

Tres

Shadows all around you as you surface from the dark
Emerging from the gentle grip of night's unfolding arms
Darkness, darkness everywhere, do you feel all alone
The subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone

You don't see what you possess, a beauty calm and clear
It floods the sky and blurs the darkness like a chandelier
All the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas
The shattered surface, so imperfect, is all that you believe

I will bring a mirror, so silver, so exact
So precise and so pristine, a perfect pane of glass
I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky
So you can see your beauty every morment that you rise

Erin and I showed this to Mom the other night and said "This makes us think of you."



Since the conversation about the Sarah Palin bumper sticker on Dad's truck, Mom's been singing it and whacking her forehead.

[01:19] Seiran79: THUMBS-UP
[01:19] Seiran79: NO ASTERISKS
[01:19] Seiran79: I AM STATING THUMBS-UP VERBALLY AS A FACT.

[21:05] Seiran79: Ashley, your kidneys work!

[00:20] Seiran79: Dude, you're so upset you just used the word arounded.

[20:49] Seiran79: If he spent a night with you without sex, he really likes you too.
[20:49] Seiran79: Either that or I have a very skewed and cycnical view of men.

[17:46] Seiran79: Because, in my experience, the best way to deal with deeply painful events is for other people to make fun of them on the internet.

[00:32] Seiran79: Everyone's job should have a bloopers reel.
[00:32] Seiran79: Not just actors and the LAPD.

[18:07] Seiran79: Hey what's that theme song that goes like DUN da duh DUH duh da dun DUN da duh DUH duh da dun oh yeah Torchwood. Thanks!

[23:09] dissolute19: Well. My motto is "Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke." And, as always, it fails to apply here.
[23:09] dissolute19: But I stand by it.

[16:00] dissolute19: German either sounds hilarious or guh-sexy. There is no in between.
[16:02] dissolute19: (I'm classifying "scary-angry" under "guh-sexy", cause I have Issues.)

[14:00] dissolute19: I think it would be more like gargling mayonnaise.
[14:00] dissolute19: Not fresh mayonnaise.

[00:28] dissolute19: Well, if you're gonna screw up your knee, you do want a titty bar to be involved.

[00:16] dissolute19: I promise to be very appreciative if you ever flash me.
[00:16] dissolute19: Particularly given the effort involved with finding, traveling to, and breaking into my house.

[14:47] dissolute19: The whimpering at the end is particularly nice.
[14:47] dissolute19: These are the kind of sentences that are going to be used against me in court someday.

Have not been around due to internet kafucked. At the lab as much as possible, which will increase when fall semester begins kicking my ass in a couple of weeks.

Fall semester:

• Medical Ethics & Law
  
• Office Word Processing
  
• Medical Office Procedures
  
• Medical Records Management
  
• Medical Transcription II
  

At least all but one (Ethics & Law) is online/FLEX. I *was* looking forward to an entire semester in my pajamas, but I guess we'll see how it goes.

Enjoying limited tagging and unlimited reading on my whole entire three weeks of summer vacation. Trip to the dunes soon-ish. Mmmm sand.

Utterly unrelated:

The Rated "R" Meme
✘ comment with a character of mine. (Any game)
✘ receive three bits of trivia about their sexuality: practices, preferences, experiences, fantasies, kinks, etc.

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
It hung heavy on the tree above your head

This chaos, this calamity, this garden once was perfect
Give your immortality to me; I'll set you up among the stars

Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

Who shot that arrow in your throat?
Who missed the crimson apple?
And there is discord in the garden tonight

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

I cut the arrow from your neck
Stretched you beneath the tree
Among the roots and baby's breath
I covered us with silver leaves

Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red
This is the death of beauty
The doves have died
The lovers have lied

The sea is wine red (Gloria, we lied)
This is the death of beauty (we lied, this is the time and place)
The doves have died (Gloria, we lied)
The lovers have lied (this is the time and place)

As Kairi pointed out, the longer you put off making your big "This is what's been going on" journal update, the harder it gets. Rambling ho!

School is going...well, it's going. Just a few more weeks left and then I can start worrying about fall semester, which I have to cram a lot of credits into. At least I will no longer be laboring under a flaky teacher whose typos skew the entire course, or a flaky teacher who signs all her correspondence "Peace, love and laughter".

Redoing the outside of the house is pretty much finished. I believe. I hope. I sincerely hope. Looks good. Pics forthcoming.

Went to Mackinac with Mom and Erin, pics also forthcoming. Three guys sitting behind us on the ferry were doing the boat song, so that was stuck in my head all day. We went for the Lilac Festival, but the problem with planning a festival around nature is that nature does not always get the memo. It's been a terrible year for lilacs everywhere. Good times were had anyway. Horses, sunshine, seaside, ice cream, ridiculously expensive gift shops, good times.

Ashley and I both celebrated 25 years without fatal accidents!

( tastypics )

My fancy-ass camera makes me look like a much better photographer than I am sometimes.

Holly and I are planning a kickass party for the 4th and if you're reading this, chances are pretty damn good you're invited. As kickass as this party is going to be (it is going to be kickass), I'm really just excited to be celebrating Independence Day for the first time since I was a kid. I actually feel patriotic. Not ironically or post 9-11 bandwagony, but genuinely thrilled to see an amazing president turning our country around and making it into something to be proud of again. (President Obama, you are so invited to our party.)

Ummmmmmmm um um. That might be it. For now. I've been reading a lot but I'll save that list for its own entry. I have a lot of random pictures to post. And some memes. Later. Woo.

</rambling>

Birthday party is tomorrow.

Birthday cake was picked up today.

I am being Patient And Good.

Like this, but more pathetic. A lot more pathetic.

Typos.

TYPOS.

Oh wait, typos in my favour.

I've emailed her regarding the ones that have actually affected my grade. I refrained from pointing out how many times our textbook stresses the importance of accuracy.

Because, you know, it's only medical data entry.

It's not like what goes in a patient's health records has to be exact.

Not at all.

Assignment: Write about a memorable childhood event.

Here's my list of possible topics so far.

• The Great Potater Incident
  
  
• The Great Tomater Incident
  
  
• The Peanut Stuck Up My Nose
  
  
• The Day I Killed Tommy
  
  
• The Clown Who Molestered Me
  
  
• Too Many Hot Dogs
  
  
• When Momma Birthed the Halfbreed
  
  
• Daddy Became A Woman
  
  
• The Day We Shot JFK
  
  
• Taking The Entire Fist
  
  
• Killing My First Thai Hooker
  
  
• When the Dead Walked the Earth
  

Now accepting votes, alternate suggestions, and moral outrage.

Erin and I hit the Memorial weekend garage sales on Sunday.

I love the things you know you will see every time you go to garage sales. The porcelain and silver stuff that looks old and valuable, but never turns out to be. A blue tarp with rusty old machine parts spread over it. Retro kitchen appliances besides their retro boxes with their white plastic all yellowed. Cardboard boxes full of identical-looking Harlequin romance novels. A little table of things covered in crochet cosies, like tissue boxes and candle holders. The NASCAR beer steins and chipped coffee mugs with witty little gems like "Life's a beach". A sad jumble of crappy toys, about half from the Happy Meals of your childhood.

There were a couple inexplicable finds that day. This would have been fun to dress up, but I don't have room in my closet. This, um. I don't know what the hell this is. Guesses so far have been some kind of dust mop attachment and some kind of homemade bicycle seat cover.

The highlight of the day, though? The Mystery Box.



Me: O.O

Erin: Oh, no.

Me: O.O

Erin: No!

Me: Ooooooooooh!

Erin: You are a rube.

Me: Sir! Sir! I shall take this box!

Two dimes and a nickel later...the box turned out to be empty.

Me: ;_;

Erin: A rube, I say.

The plan is to fill the box with a bunch of random stuff and sneak it into someone else's garage sale on another weekend. I've got a wrench, a Barbie head, a Ramen seasoning packet (chicken), a bent pushpin, some fuzzy purple yarn. Other suggestions are welcome.

And afterwards, Erin took me for watermelon ice cream. How long have I been saying watermelon should be an ice cream flavour? A very. Long. Time.

Best day ever!