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It’s That Time of the Menstrual Cycle Again…

28 Apr

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…and I feel like promoting TitleCapitalization.com.

Okay, sorry if you found the titles vulgar, but I can’t help myself sometimes. What can I do to make it up to you? Oh, I know! I ‘ll show you disturbing fiction written by not-me! Pretty sweet, huh? No? You don’t like reading about children dying of hunger and dehydration while playing video games? Well, here, read about grown adults dying of hunger and dehydration while playing video games. God, what a way to go, eh? We’re living in something of a retrograde society, degenerating and destroying ourselves at every turn. Maybe we should do something about that, inquisitive-grunting-sound?

Hammered that one in pretty good, didn’t I?

You know, some people don’t find me funny. Lol, jk. Everyone, finds, me, funny, especially commas. HARHARHARHARHARSPACEBAR! Okay, let’s get real. We all saw the trailer for The Leftovers, amirite? No? You didn’t? Here, check it out real quick.

Feeling any déjà vu? Good, that means you’re clicking the links. Don’t click that one. Ugh, you already did? Bad, that means you’re not following instructions. Click that one. Ugh, you didn’t do it yet? Good, that means you’re cautious. Hah, you thought I’d say “bad,” but you were WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG. Also, feeling any déjà vu? Good, that means you’re reading the text.

Now that I have your attention, I’m going to gawk at the fact that my dad’s watching Veep. I NEVER thought I’d see that sh!t go down. Negat!ve-grunt!ng-sound, those fr!gg!n’ upside down !s are dr!v!ng me !nsane, so !nsane that I’m going to off!c!al!ze doing posts on the 28th of every month.

That probably j!nxed my post pattern, which has been pretty much accidental so far, but that’s okay. At least it fixed the Is, and made them bigger.

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~D.

Is It Me, or We?

22 Sep

Cycles, they are.

In the Roarin’ 1920s, it was all about looking good now, feeling going now, and being unique, standing out. It was all about individualism. It was all about desires. These viewpoints were remnants of an old era, one that lasted forty years called the “Me Cycle.” It ended in 1923, and a new age began, an age which would one day be referred to as the “We Cycle.” The We Cycle wasn’t about the individual, it was about the group. The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few, and responsibility was valued above desire.

The above mentioned were not the first Cycles. They have been going on a long time, and still exist today. How do I know this? A wise mentor of mine made me aware of it, and now I want you to be aware, too.

The Cycles alternate in the same way a pendulum swings: it starts at a central point, swings up one way until it hits zenith, swings back to central point, and then up to zenith again, back and forth, on and on. Both Cycles have their pros and cons, and neither is good or bad, only different. They represent the way we think and what appeals to us, in general. Now, that’s not to say we don’t all have our own personal tastes and desires and wants and needs and fears and all that jazz, but, for the most part, the consensus is there, and I don’t see it going away any time soon.

A good place to go if you want to learn more about the Pendulum Cycles is here. Check the site’s “Blog” section to keep up-to-date with current events and their relation with the We Cycle we are currently living in. Note that there are entries listing major differences between the We and Me Cycles, which you should read.

Well, that’s everything. I hope the knowledge I’ve just imparted to you leads to great rewards.

 

~D.

And We Keep Going

15 Sep

Yeah, it's back.

Okay, so I just felt like updating you on everything that’s going on. Things have been moving in the right direction for me. I can imagine it’s been the same for you. If not, cheer up. It’ll be okay. Yeah, yeah, “It’s just getting worse and worse. I can’t take it anymore. To hell with the mortgage.” I know, I get it, trust me. But if you keep thinking about the Prequel Trilogy, the Originals are going to pass you by (to those who didn’t understand that, here you go).

Anyhow, this is pretty cool, or something. No, but really, I’m psyched for what’s coming. Working with Pendulum in Action is a blast and an honor, and I’m looking forward to continuing this relationship. Also, Michael Drew and Roy H. Williams are geniuses. They offer profound and practical social and cultural insight, which you should all take advantage of.

Last but not least, I’ve updated the Here Lies KNOWLEDGE page. You should take a look at it. I know you’ve read it already a million times, but just do it again, because you can.

A’ight, that’s everything. I’ve got a train to catch. Be seeing you.

 

~D.

PWNT, In The Face: The Last Wave

26 Sep

Welcome to the first addition of PWNT, In The Face. In this I’ll give you a short description about how I recently PWNT somebody, in the face.

Okay, so I was playing TF2, and I’m on a server running the Orange X3-B4 map (TF2 guys know that the rule is only two people can play as sniper at a time on this map) and there’s these snipers getting headshot after headshot on my team. So a sniper spot gets open, and I jump into the class, right. I kill both enemy snipers within five seconds of eachother. They come back, kill ’em both in five seconds. They come back, I kill ’em both in five seconds, rinse and repeat a few more times, then one of them gets me. After killing me he does the wave taunt that you normally do as a sniper after beating the hell out of somebody. So, I decided I’d do the same, since I was already beating the hell out of them anyway.

So the guy comes out, he has a clear shot at me, but of course, being who I am, I pick him off and wave. Then you’ll never believe what happened, one of them left the game! I still can’t believe that I beat somebody so hard they ragequit. PWNT, in the face. I waited an hour and a half to see if he’d return, but he didn’t. He had been beaten down to a pulp. Poor guy, but he was still PWNT, in the face.

I am Liak. See me wave.

I am Liak. See me wave.