To all writers, producers, network executives, and anyone associated with creating sci-fi/fantasy genre works:

For the bleeding love of God and all that is holy and ever shall be -- STOP making power swapping/losing type episodes. They're c...liche. They're horrible. Overdone. We *all* know *exactly* how it's gonna end. We all roll our eyes when they start and beg it to be over. Just stop. Please. Future shows of this formula will result in physical agony on your part. No jury in the world will convict me. Just, please!

Realized today that I might have a little more hate for lazy film-maker/writers than I thought as is depicted in a conversation with mistresss.

Hmm. I seem to have misplaced the $7721.26 that my university is convinced I can pay for upcoming tuition. If anyone has seen it, please let me know as soon as possible.

I sit here at work, knowing it will be quiet the entire time, so up comes Netflix and it's wonderful unlimited Instant Viewing. Now I see this option... I fear clicking it.

Naturally I had to find out what this was about.

Product Description
Mr. Bonejack. Mulva. Demon Phil. Lady McPouchsweat. These are the characters that inhabit the twisted mind of writer/director Chris Seaver. Mulva: Zombie Ass Kicker follows the misadventures of a chocolate-addicted young girl celebrating Halloween with abizarre assortment of characters including the aforementioned Bonejack - a cross between Bill Cosby and Don King who saves the day by helping kick some zombie backside! Filthy McNasty is the outlandish tale of two nerdy chicks whose greatest wish comes true when a horny demon named Phil turns them into sexy sirens. But there's a price to pay for granting their wish . . . a price that's paid in blood (and other unmentionable bodily fluids)!

Oh, and it has a sequel.

Yesterday, Adam and our "couple buddies," Jill and Jeremy, decided to go get some food at the 'bad Perkins,' because she didn't wanna go to the good one. When we got to the 'bad' one, we remembered that we hated it, so we decided to go to the chinese buffet instead.

There... we saw an old guy... in a cape. A real, honest-to-god cape. He looked awful in it. I mean, it's a chinese buffet. A cape doesn't even work conceptually there, and certainly not on this guy. Anyway, Jill started laughing. I joined. (Jeremy didn't notice.) But Adam called us jerks. While we were getting our food, we decided, "Yep, we're jerks... but that's okay, because HE is in a CAPE." And we thus named the day: "Jerk Day."

It's gonna be a thing.

You're allowed to be as much of a jerk as you want, as long as you're funny about it. (And we invite you. 'Cause we're the inventors and we're jerks, so that's just how it's gotta work.)

Anyway, the night became a hysterical fit of random trash-talk, stealing cookies, claiming to have corkscrews when we TOTALLY didn't, and yelling to silly video games and their "recommendations" that we play on "easy-auto" mode (JUST BECAUSE I USED -ONE- HEALING ITEM - JEEEZ, JERK-GAME!) and the like. We then decided that all jerks on jerk-day definitely needed ice cream and alcohol. Not quite sure how that mixed, but it was our holiday, so we went with it. (The people at Cold Stone must have heard, because they didn't sing for our tip either. Jerks.)

We haven't decided if this is an annual holiday or something that we, as the Jerk Day Officiators, can just "call" when necessary, but there will definitely be future Jerk Days. Keep your eyes open for notices. (It's gonna be a thing!)

Jess is mean. She tagged me via MySpace, and as I don't blog there, I tried the 'i'm immune to such tags,' but I suppose I do throw up something here now and again... thus...

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I got TAGGED!

Here's how you play: Once you've been tagged you have to write a blog with 10 random facts, habits or goals about yourself. At the end choose 10 people to be tagged, list their names and why you tagged them. Don't forget to leave them a comment saying '(You're It!) and to go read your blog. You cannot tag the person that tagged you. Let me know when you are done so that I can go read YOUR blog answers. Here are my answers:

1) I've been attending some form of post-secondary education for nearly half my life. As I've not yet celebrated my 28th birthdate, I suppose that is something random and unusual.

2) I've been running paper&pencil/tabletop roleplaying games three years longer than I've been in college courses. I'll never escape this.

3) I am physically threatened if I go ten days without running some kind of roleplaying campaign. These threats come from at least one person, though if I dare go longer than a fortnight, you can be sure they come with more frequency from a greater number of people with heightened severity. (I am not yet sure why these people will threaten me to ensure they can suffer under my reign, I am not sure. The writer side of me wets itself with glee.)

4) I once sliced a tendon in the leg of someone I really didn't know well; and it's probably best I didn't.

5) I wrote a story about the murder of two children living above a hit-man living in Mankato. The narrator was the hit-man/murderer and has every similarity with myself (including having two loud kids living above); other than the fact that he's actually killed people as opposed to just having thought about it. (I let the mother of the kids read it.)

6) The legend of the next male druid following Merlin parallels some aspects of my life a little too close for comfort.

7) My boyfriend and I find it hard to point a finger at exactly when our relationship officially began. For simplicities sake and because it was one of the most memerable and first 'relationshipy' moments in our nearly three-years together, we have named February 5 as our anniversary. The same date as another demonic event. It makes it easier to remember.

8) As a child, I already preferred to be feared instead of liked; so I gathered practically the whole neighborhood together one night during a game of 'ditch' (effectively a midnight form of hide-and-seek where you have permission to beat the living hell out of people you can find and catch). There, through some theatrics and the knowledge of both local urban legends and building mechanics, I convinced them all that I summoned a demon and raised up the army of the dead from "where they kept the dead bodies" in town. I think I was ten or eleven.

9) When I came out as gay to my sister, her reaction was "why should I give a fuck," but her friends who were in the next room bursted in to give Nicole hugs and praise, noting: "You're so cool now. You have a gay brother!"

10) Last night, I was horned up so I threw Adam on the bbbb--ad;;;; ;;;;;z s;a;s; l;;;;;;# ##;;;;;; ;-sdf ;;;;; ;;;;;;; ;as;;; and he totally loved it, but made me promise I wouldn't tell anyone.

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At this point I'm supposed to tag someone, but as we've noted from #8, people don't play tag with me anymore. So I'll just say that I conjured up some demons, gave them instructions to tag people, and whoever wants to answer from here out is considered tagged.

So I am sitting here for my sixteen hour shift and threw up Netflix for some random watching. I have no idea how I never came across this movie, Big Eden, before... but it is amazing. I can't stop giggling at the cute/funny parts, fawning over the 'tough time' some of the characters have expressing ... anything... I think the part that I love the most, is that while it is a story, basically, about gay love... It's not depending on the gay part. They're actual characters -- real feelings, real personas, etc., as opposed to the tale "requiring" them to be "just gay." Anyway, it's great. =D (Not to mention I have loved Arye Gross in practically everything I've seen him in.)

Also, I had a long talk w/ my sister just the other night about random everythings... including Christmas. Adam wants to make sure that he gets something nice for her, so when the topic of "what would she want" came up, it ended up leaning towards an oddity that her husband tried to get her. See -- back when we were kids, we both had these stuffed wuzzles... fun little cartoon characters that were a weird combination of two animals + wings. I had Eleroo... the most awesome character, without a doubt... an elephant + kangaroo, and my sister had Bumblelion... A bee + lion (tough one to imagine there, right?). Anyway. She was jealous. Totally wanted my Eleroo, but it was mine! Well, for the last couple years, I've been in a major nostalgia kick when it comes to gifts... Finding old lost treasures from our childhood... board games and the like... So it randomly came to me. I would get her this:


Why is this funny? She tells me on the phone that her husband, Mike, just tried to get exactly this item for her for Christmas, but he lost the auction just by minutes. (Now, I don't know for SURE that he was bidding on this EXACT item, but the coincidences are far too awesome-strong for me to accept anything else.) Too funny. I had to tell her. She got a laugh out of it too. (And she's totally excited.)

... I deeply apologize for the unnecessary "133t speak," but I just happened to see that I'm getting almost a $1.50/hour raise for Christmas from work today. (I was not informed this was going to be happening and just happened to see it when I was going over employee situations for the winter break and new semester.) Can we say yayz?

Yes. Yes we can.

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! Last Friday I ruled Canada as a kind and benevolent dictator (700 points). Last month I helped shanestatic across the street (6 points). In January I pushed appleboy in the mud (-17 points). In June I saved a busload of nuns in Angola (326 points). In March I had a shoot-out with rival gang lords on the 5 near LA (-76 points). Last week I signed my organ donor card (28 points). Last month I punched mithoswrites in the arm (-10 points). In November I committed genocide... Sorry about that, lordmookie (-5000 points). In February I gave mistresss a kidney (1000 points). In May koldark and I robbed a bank (-50 points). Last Thursday I bought porn for jezebelriseup (10 points). In February I gave change to a homeless guy (19 points). In November I invaded Iraq, broke it, and couldn't glue it back together before Mom got home (-1012 points). In May on a flight to Pakistan, I stole the emergency flight information card (-40 points). Overall, I've been naughty (-4116 points). For Christmas I deserve a spanking! Sincerely, mithosdraco

Write your letter to Santa! Enter your LJ username:

Now... I only have a couple points here...

1) I figure, if I donated my kidney before I signed my donor card... this should totally be worth way more!

2) The November Genocide and Iraqi invasion should NOT stack. Probably the same genocide. I think... hopefully? Or am I really that talented!?

3) If I'm punching myself (mithoswrites), ... aren't I going to enjoy the spanking? ... and if not, isn't punching myself last month... you know... good enough punishment for the whole genocidal/iraq fiasco?

Blarg. Woke up early. Went to bed late. Woke up early again. And now all I want to do is find that snuggly cuddly bed and never rise from it again. Why in the name of all that is holy can I not be undead? ('cause it makes it so much more funny when you blame divinity for not.. you know.. giving in.)

In other news... Happy birthday lostncove, and the same to brianmn for tomorrow!

"You were taught that sex is the most degrading, depraved, disgusting, disturbing, nasty, noxious, filthy, foul, venal, evil, sinful and just plain wrong thing in this plane of existence, and you should only share it with the person you love most?" Steff asked.

"Well, um…" I said. When she put it that way, it sounded dumb.

Thought I should share, from http://www.talesofmu.com

Okay, so coming home today, I was told that I needed to seek professional help. I figure that, given the source of this notation, that a Live Journal community would more than suffice for said needed help. Thus, consider me sitting upon your couch of examination as I tell my tale and seek words of wisdom from the ether...

I live in an apartment complex filled to the brim with noisy noisy children. It's summer. You know... My vacation time. (Well, it's over now, but anyway...) That means that it is also their vacation time. That means that for the past three months, I've heard little more than noisy noisy children proving that they are noisy-noisy, as though I did not already know it. There is one of these children in particular whose taken up the intruiging habit of imitating her cat. It is also a noisy thing. I'm beyond sick of it, but... I've got a pretty healthy patience level.

Anyway, I come home today, and here she is... Sitting in the hallway... Squealing and wailing. And she happilly exclaims that this is what her kitty sounds like when she chases it around with a spoon. Lovely child. She smiles and continues her wailing, to which I say... "Okay. You win. You are the loudest child in the whole city. You can stop now." She looks shocked for a moment and then I hear her mother charging towards me.

"You do not need to disipline my child!"

Without a beat, I say, "Me? Discipline? Oh, that's not what I was doing. Not by your definition. That'd require me to sit there and smile in ignorant bliss at the realization that God gave me a child with the rarest talent of being able to imitate monkeys slowly being tortured to death by electrified tweezers."

And after the angriest and shocked look I think I've seen in my life, she says, "You need professional help."

I said something to the effect of, "You're right. I'll send you the bill," and left her to her child who was left quiet for, likely, the first time in her life. I think that I should send her mother the bill for a night of peace. *sigh* Somehow I don't think that she'll smile at me every morning anymore.

I'm sure I'll cry.

Ever use a Wand of Wonder, hoping and praying for a specific result, but naturally accepting that your will and hope really gives you no control over chaos, but either way, as you're aiming that beloved hurt-me-as-much-as-you magical device, chanting Fireball, Fireball, Fireball over and over, somehow demanding a particular effect... and as you utter the command word, noting it's terribly appropriate name, Fubar... you watch a Rhinoceros leap out of the wand and wreak such utter destruction that you can only decide to name him after the spell that would've actually caused far less damage?

*sigh* I miss Fireball the Rhino.

My sister has just informed me of a game that I do not know HOW I do not already know about... It is called Overlord. I want it. Why? Read:

Nicole: im totally addicted to a new game....
Mat: what game? I wish to be addicted to a new one.
Nicole: Overlord for the 360
Nicole: i have minions
Mat: I want minions!
Nicole: yeah...it has your favorite dilemma in it
Mat: my favorite dilemma? what's that?
Nicole: you get to choose your campaign type by certain choices you make
Nicole: you are evil reguardless of what you do...but it establishes how evil

Nice. A game that already knows I'm evil. This is obviously an intuitive game! But there are different 'alignments' of evil. Rather than Neutral Good, Chaotic Neutral, Lawful Evil, etc., per D&D, there are fun 'evil' alignments. We go on:

Nicole: like chaotic-evil. they call it evil-corrupt though
Nicole: you would be rich...but everyone hates you....and will try to kill you
Nicole: so i'm being nice....well..as nice as an overlord can be
Nicole: rightous-evil...thats me
Mat: LOL I would almost wnat to be that, just so I can wave my finger at people who yell at me, and go... "Oh no you don't. I'm righteous! That's practically good right there!"

Apparently the minions look like little demonically cute orc-things. This, for no other reason, is why this game must be owned.

Nicole: you also get a mistress
Nicole: who spends all you hard stolen gold
Mat: *laugh* art imitating life?
Nicole: she's a mistress....not a wife
Nicole: she redecorated my dark tower
Nicole: it looks nice now
Mat: *laugh* good to know she at least has taste.

In other news. Evil makes you cool. Unlike Black-Suit Peter in Spiderman 3. *sigh*

that Oscar is just killing them, do you?

... cause that's totally what I'd do if I were a death-cat.

"To the mall, where I shall burn and pillage... and try on shoes."

I love random web comics.

http://www.questionablecontent.net/view.php?comic=127

Too fun! I found this one randomly some time ago but never did it... So, here's what you do. There is a heading for each section. Then put your Ipod or MP3-player or whatever you use on random shuffle and just go in order, writing the song, the artist and add whatever fun little comment afterwards if you want... but let's see what kind of movie you have!

Opening Credits:
"Rydia's Theme" from Final Fantasy IV
... So, my life is gonna echo that of a kick-ass black caller born from a torched village? Yay?

Waking Up:
"Long Day" by Matchbox 20
Better believe it!

First Day at School:
"October" by Evanescence
... Well... it's a nice month.

Falling in Love:
"Shoop Shoop " by Cher
The "it's in his kiss" song by Cher? Gods, my movie totally knows I'm gay!

Breaking Up:
"Proud Mary" by Tina Turner
...

Prom:
"Four Fiends" from Final Fantasy
Prom gets invaded by mythical creatures. I slay them. Awesome.


Life's Okay:
"Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper
I cannot say how much I wanted to NOT admit this.

Mental Breakdown:
"Saying Goodbye" from The Muppets Take Manhattan
I have the most depressing meltdown EVER.

Driving:
"Favorite Things" by Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies
I'm in a rocked out version of an old classic. How awesome am I?

Flashback:
"Forsaken" from Queen of the Damned
I am a vampire, and a hardcore rocker one.

Getting Back Together:
"Dov'e L'Amore" by Cher
...

Wedding:
"Carry On" from ... sigh... Sailor Moon
... Yes, my wedding most CERTAINLY involves Magical Girls who would TOTALLY defeat that evil queen... God help me.

Birth of Child:
"Sugar Walls" by Sheena Easton
... Oh my GOD no. Adam, this is all your fault!

Final Battle:
"Toxic" by Britney Spears
... So... my Prom is evil monster battles... and my battle is... ... This is too depressing. It IS a Final Fantasy game!

Death Scene:
"Bring Me to Life" by Evanescence
LMAO Naturally.

Funeral Song:
"Even in Death" by Evanescence
So... I'm a bitterly insane zombie-ghost? Or is that you?

End Credits:
"Particle Man" by They Might be Giants
... Don't worry. I'm confused too.

I've made a July 19th resolution not to yawn via text while making posts. Let's see how far I get.

So... my boy is living w/ me in Mankato now. It was originally supposed to be a temporary stay for him until he secured another apartment... largely due to the fact that it was a tad too early to be live-together boyfriends, but things have sorta changed for the most part. Things are going really well with us together, especially since we still make as-regular-as-we-can trips to Rochester so we can hang out with his Rochester friends. Still have a few bumps to overcome for his college exploits (why campuses demand transfer credits when you just want to start fresh, I can't figure), and his job with the theatre is touch-and-go... mostly because his boss/friend is still a manager-in-development. Most of his fumbles I can forgive, though there are some that I'm still raising my brow towards (much more than Adam is, even). Fact remains, for the work that Adam is doing for the theatre, he needs to be making a LOT more money.

Bah, the M-word. ><

Few things I hate more in life right now. Still recovering from the hospital bill-paying from better than four months ago. I cannot begin to describe how much I hate the flexing in my stomach that I'm forced to do in order to keep the anxiety down every time I look at my bank account. Any of you who really know me well are aware that I'm not a worry-prone person. Almost so easy going that it gets on people's nerves... but I'm having a tough time being able to just live with the situation and move forward. I'm even making the mistake of ignoring my phone calls just out of frustration (fully aware that I could be saving a good deal of money by just being patient enough to talk to them once a week or so). The whiny "Why can't I just win the Lotto" voice is a frequent visitor to my consciousness... (and no, I haven't bought any).

I tell you, though, Adam makes it all so much easier. Not just his financial contributions to our life (which are of course more than helpful), but his companionship and confounding ability to know when I'm pretending that I'm not worrying about something. *peer* He's definitely made some pacts with demons. There's really no other explaination how he can know what I'm thinking/hiding, when I need this or that, or how he can manage to out-stubborn me... (but I won't admit that I like it.)

Writing world has been... unpopulated. Still haven't finished any of the tasks that I put before me. Not much to update there. Adam yells at me. I tell him to be quiet and not to worry about it. It doesn't work. (Still won't admit that I like it.)

I have gotten around to updating things in my roleplaying Campaigns, though, much to the happiness of my players. Finished up the "big" session that ended the first act of my D&D campaign (which stood as the switch from AD&D to D&D 3.Mat) and have a handful of other campaigns that fill up the times that others aren't free. (I think the group is afraid to move forward with the World of Darkness campaign after a few botches in some spirit summonings conjured a nasty banshee who's now in charge of their supernatural organization... understandable.) Adam also found a Final Fantasy RPG that we decided to throw together as a fun "test-play and see what it's like" ordeal, and it's quickly become the nearly preferred campaign. I have to admit, the structure is pretty fun. =D

Speaking of Final Fantasy, Adam got me back into FF XI, the online Final Fantasy game. I'm a little addicted to raising my own chocobo right now. It's totally gonna be black. (I'm totally dancing.) Adam is hoping for a green one.

Still working the online helpdesk (D2L) for campus as the contract was extended. There will be several little changes, but we have yet to see how exactly that'll pan out. Also working down in the training lab during the weekday mornings for the mean time, bringing my weekly hours to about 46-52 depending on the week. (No overtime, though, since they are technically totally different departments... but that's okay.)

*yawn* ... So, yeah, that lasted a fair while. 2.5 hours left of this little shift. I just wanna get back home and snuggle in bed with Adam. =/

I suppose the True Neutral makes turning Zombies a little harder, eh? My boyfriend will be so unimpressed. :p

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