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ok, ill be nice -or- hell sucks
08:47 Mar 23 2006
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yeah, there really is a nice version of what i wrote there. and i already wrote it. before. oh, but that would take effort, looking that up, right? too bad.



really, this entry is just a precursor to a forum post i wanna write, but need to work out the wording, so some prissy pee-pants doesn't take it the wrong way and start hopping up and down all over the site. (what? what does that even mean?) it has to do with aggressive behavior i see on this site, mostly, but surprisingly not always, by what appear to be young boys. let's get something straight here - acting 'tuff' on the internet is just about the pussiest thing you can do. it's lamer than calling someone on the phone and then hanging up. so get over it, tuff-guys. i really doubt that you are gonna 'track me down' and get me, especially since i am sending this message from the eighth level of hell. BBoooOOHHaahahhhaaHHaahaaa. (evil laugh from hell) and my MinIOns. my MInIoNs. (clearing throat) my Minions will get you before you can get me. (repeat evil laugh) etc etc.



actually, i retract that above paragraph. i really am scared. i just peed my pants. oh wait, that's someone else's pee. god, this really is hell. ahhhhhh. no, but what i wanted to say is that maybe these future psycho killers need an outlet, and by acting macho online, it allows them a chance to be in control of at least one aspect of their miserable little existences... naw, fuck em. i never had that, and look at me, i turned out... oh, yeah. never mind.

Eyem uh Veempyre -or- spelling 101
08:28 Mar 23 2006
Times Read: 540

is it some kind of prerequisite to spell horrendously in order to be a 'vampire?' i mean come on, my cats can spell better than some of those on this site. and as i have said before, spelling is the easiest thing to fix. just type what you're writing in a word processing program, like i am doing right now, then copy/pase it into the browser window in VR. duh. oh, of course, you could finish school, then you'd be able to spell. my prob is i can't type for crap, so i need the spellcheck.



wait, no, leave it like it is. crummy spellers are like waving a flag, and it warns the rest of us to stay clear. misspelling half the words in your first paragraph on your profile page is just the same as saying either 1) "im ten years old" (that's sad too, because people should be able to spell one consonant words by ten, but whatever) or 2) "im braindead" (lay off the weed before you get a decent education, otherwise your brain wont have the chance to create pathways of logic. once you've got a few inroads to a smart thought process, then a little 420 is fine, just fine. before then, you're screwed), or 3) "im stoopid, too stoopid to use freakin spellcheck." all of these reasons are good ones to stay clear of you, and therefore, i retract the above paragraph. continue with the butchery of the english language...



...it's just so sad that any real vampires checking out the site for morbid curiosity reasons will just laugh... oh how they will laugh. much as i am laughing now...and its not the 'with you' kind...



~meow~ ok, that was the mean version of what i want to say. here's the nice version.... damn. i dont have it in me to be nice, not now that my fangs are out. screw it.

petty
18:54 Mar 22 2006
Times Read: 542

its funny really. funny that i expected something a little more. im used to the petty bs that i live with every day in the 'real world'. i guess i expected that in a forum of disaffected creatures that fancy themselves vampires, that i would at the very least find a majority of beings who think a little different than the mainstream. but no, no such luck. what i have found is the majority of those here are a mirror reflection of the main of the rest of this wretched western world. example: in every day existence i am judged by how i look. we all are. hundreds of times each day, we are judged by our surface, and those of us who have something more under that surface, are falsely judged, for only on that first impression are we seen. im used to it. the funny thing is that it is because of this surface stuff that many like me end up becoming even more different looking, since we are being judged by our surface, we create a surface that will shock others. therefore the clothes, the hair, the makeup...the fangs. my attitude since i was 15 has been 'if you're gonna judge me solely on my looks, then fuck you, i'll look so weird that you won't know what to think. fucker.' and the bonus is that others who share the same mentality, and maybe even some of the same values -underneath it all- might at a glance see that, by the fact that we share the same dress, hair, etc. and this works for a while, until the mainstream appropriates that style as a new fashion and then everyone can get the same clothes at the fucking mall.



but i digress. the point was that something is funny. and what's funny is that we are all being treated the same here as on the street. i would bet that the vast majority of people checking out others' profiles are spending a few seconds, looking at the pretty pictures, the backgrounds, and maybe, maybe reading one or two lines. am i wrong? don't think so. i bet that 90% of those checking out profiles don't even read the whole thing, nor do they check out the journals. why? because they can't be bothered to actually look past the surface. and that's not the funny part - what's funny, i say it again, is that i expected something different.



it's petty, shallow, stoopid. i suppose when someone has nothing else underneath, then they don't expect others to have something more.

I'm in love with Miranda July
22:34 Mar 20 2006
Times Read: 544

It's true. Her brilliant film "Me and You and Everyone We Know" is out on video, and it's one of those rare films that just gets better with every screening. I saw the film's opening at the Seattle International Film Festival last year, and since then have seen it more times than I even know.



If you haven't seen this film - you truly owe it to yourself to see it. Even if the film's quirky-ness isn't your cup of tea, you still ought to see it for its historic relevance. I rarely do this, but here goes: 'mark my words' - this film will be in film history textbooks at the end of this decade, as an example of two things: Artists crossing over into film (July is a performance artist and 'Me and You...' is her first film) and more importantly, it will be marked as one of the strongest examples of the new direction film is heading in the new millennium (I share the belief that the era of Post Modernism is indeed dead, and a new era has begun). Not enough time has passed for this new era to really be fully accepted and even understood, but it is happening, and it's films like July's which are leading the way.



I'll share more of my ideas on this new era of film soon. For now, go rent 'Me and You and Everyone We Know.' And watch for the subtle differences this film has to most other art films you may be familiar with. That's the thing about this new direction in film - the differences aren't glaringly obvious at first. But if you watch for it, you just might see what I'm talking about.

mad king brian
06:56 Mar 02 2006
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Michael Palin is on pbs, and he is stark raving mad! it's wonderful. he's talking about 'Mad King Brian', and it makes almost no sense at all. at times, i am wondering if he's even speaking english.



i remeber asking this drunk gentleman in London why the pubs were closing so early. He was dressed immaculately, replete with hat and cane, but he was the drunkest person i have ever seen standing. he opened his mouth and i didn't understand a word for a full minute save the occasional 'fuck!'... so i asked him, "are you speaking english?" and we just stared at each other for a while. it was very funny. my best memory of london actually.

not enlightened... yet
06:02 Mar 01 2006
Times Read: 541




i listen to the idiot baboon as he formulates the sentence.

i see how clever he thinks he is, as though he is the first one to ever make this argument to me. i see his ego behind his eyes; he thinks he is the first to make this argument to anyone, ever.

i wait, patiently, not so much due to my proper upbringing and the understanding of the conventions of polite conversation, or due to my noble blood, but rather due to my need for a few moments to decide which direction to go as soon as the baboon is finished. do i kill him? or do i go the other direction, the direction i am less familiar with. this way is in shadows to me. death i know; killing a man is easy. it is not killing that has always been a complicated mystery to me.

the idiot finishes his sentence. "...and so, if you think all life is sacred, then why do you eat vegetables?"

and although i had heard this so many times before, i am still shocked to hear someone apparently smart enough to formulate a sentence, actually say that sentence.

"what???" i ask incredulously. i shake it off, not wanting to give him a chance to say more. otherwise i may just kill him simply to not hear what other idiocy could be possibly related in my native language. to kill him just out of respect to my mother tongue. "listen, that's just stupid," i say with a smile, reminding myself to keep my hands by my side. at times they have a will of their own.

- it flashes before my eyes without warning - my right hand like lightning reaching out to his throat and gripping it like the talons of an eagle, then twisting and pulling at the same time, ripping his throat right out with a gruesome yet satisfying pop. -

i blink a few times to clear my mind. "you don't really stand by that argument, do you? no. so let's move on. i respect all life, and i do not push that belief onto you. i simply ask that you respect that this is my religion. i allow you yours, even though i disagree." (even though i think you are stuck in the middle ages). "so allow me my right to do as i believe. do not allow this to threaten you."

"you don't threaten me," he says puffing out his chest.

(and that is why you are an idiot. i almost want to kill you now just to prove a point). "right," i say. "great. so stop teasing my beliefs and be quiet. if i don't threaten you, you won't mind leaving me alone, no?" and i realize how ridiculous this all is. just kill him. no. no. all life is sacred. but is his? does his life count? simultaneously i am angered that i am not a god and thereby able to make the rules as i go along, and disappointed that i clearly am not enlightened. otherwise i would be able to forgive his idiocy. or kill him. but i wouldn't be thinking of it. i would just do it.

i shake my head and walk away. he calls out after me, saying that our conversation isn't over.

it was over before it began. and i still have a long way to go.

no, not enlightened. not yet.