Nethack Has, Once Again, Taken Over

Yes, while the rest of the world has been forcibly taken by that Halo 2 game, and video games in general, I have found that my old friend Nethack has re-entered my life and has made me into the saddest game playing fool out there.

I am sure you are all well aware of the game of Nethack since it is by far the best and most challenging game ever made. But most of you have also probably passed it by in favor of things that sparkle and shine on your big goofy tv screens. Things that have realistic blood spray and convincing sound effects. Nethack has none of these things, but I think that's one of the reasons that I like it. It causes you to use your imagination. So that you really DO feel terror when you see the tiny letter g enter the dungeon room made of hyphens and periods. DEEP terror.

Good times.

Other than that, I have also been trying to get together the Christmas Gifts. As I am an impoverished type, I am making a lot of my friends and family small paintings. It's nice, but much more time consuming than impulse-buying some store item that would probably be as equally-unwanted. But them's the breaks!

I do have a bit of spending money for store-bought gifts, however. And that is what I shall be doing for the next few days: Shopping.

:(

That's right. I am going over to my friend's house for the next few days, and we are going to go to various out of the way antique stores and junk shops in hopes of finding little treasures for cheap. Nobody has to know where you found it or how much you paid for it, just as long as you thought of them. And it's the thought that counts. Right? Right?!

Ah well. Expect to see me back around Fridaytime. I will miss your demanding, expectant faces and words. And I hope to have an article or something written soon. So that I can stop the guilt feeling that I have every once in a while. Well, it starts about 10 days after my last offering.

Gobble FAILURE!

So, as everyone is well aware, yesterday was Thanksgiving. It started off all excitingly for me. I woke up early with all the enthusiasm of a kid at Christmas. More enthusiasm, actually. Thanksgiving is the Christmas of Delicious Foods. I like that.

However, I eventually let myself down. No matter how hard I tried, I could not gorge myself as in Thanksgivings gone by. I could only eat one small serving of each dish. I had a meal, not a pigging out. It's shameful and embarassing. However, I suppose it simply means that I shall have that many more leftovers to last me that many more weeks.

I can't help but think that my writing style is sort of boring and scattered today. The reason may have something to do with that PABAAH site that Jeremy mentioned in his blog a few days ago. You see, last night, I signed up as Thomas_Jefferson and made two posts on the PABAAH Forum which were just quotes of Thomas Jefferson. They were even relevant to the topic at hand, and not really conflictive of their viewpoints. YET. I believe they both had something to do with the idea that you can't really believe what the newsmedia tells you.

So I went back today only to find that I have been super-banned and cannot even look at their site. Because I get redirected to some image that calls me a "Liberal Moron" and then suggests that maybe I "be on [their] side."

Yeah, WAY TO TALK TO THOMAS JEFFERSON THAT WAY, CHAMPS. I sincerely hope that Thomas Jefferson is twirling in his grave right now - IN ZOMBIE RAGE. Mostly because I want there to be Justice served.

Silencing the words of Thomas Jefferson! On a forum that is supposedly all about loving America! It makes me want to spit!

Spit DOOM. In their FACES.

Good Going, Random House

I was signing into my blog thing moments ago, intent on telling you all about the turkeys in my yard and my horrible tooth. But something has caught my eye. Something that, quite frankly, bewilders me. Here, look:

Blogger News

Silver Lining

Having your heart repeatdly broken, evidently, can be rewarding. Congratulations to our very own Breakup Babe. She just got a book deal with Random House based on her blog. The book will be called Breaking Up, Blogging On. Well done!

Yes, well done indeed, Breakup Babe. And well done, Random House, for carelessly dragging the wretched world of blogs into the world of printed books. Don't get me wrong. I am impressed and happy for this "Breakup Babe" and am proud of her for scamming Random House. For that is the only way I can imagine that they would want to actually make a book out of a blog. Especially a book with the psuedo-word "blogging" in the title.

It also makes me wonder who on earth, besides Breakup Babe's friends and family, Random House thinks will buy such a book. I mean, really and truly. That's just mind-boggling to me.

It also makes me wonder when our OMGJ Blogs will get published. Because our sporadically updated bullshit has to be at least nine thousand times more readable, on an enjoyable level, than a diary of some girl who got dumped. Right? RIGHT?? Am I right?!

Jesus.

Oh, and also I saw a lot of turkeys this morning. Wild turkeys. Like 40 of them. They made gobblegobble noises and looked like umbrellas that came to life. Also my tooth hurts when I use it to chew food. I fear a cavity or some other unaffordable dental situation is going to arise. But that shit's so meaningless now that I know some girl is getting her blog made into a book.

I can't believe it.

I Know You Are My Friend, So I Can Rest Now

I have been listening to a fine song by NON all morning, called "Cleanliness and Order." If you can find it, I strongly recommend listening to it, too. On repeat. Each night as you sleep.

It is a fine, fine catchy brainwashing sound.

It gives me the same bleary-eyed reaction as Negativland's "Christianity Is Stupid." I like good music.

In other news, my new hobby is ordering free Travel Guides for every state in America, and every province in Canada. So far, I have quite a few. Pennsylvania and New Hampshire made their appearance yesterday.

Pennsylvania seems like a very nice place. Their travel guide has won me over. Missouri, on the other hand, had a Travel Guide that did not impress me, and I have come away believing Missouri to be a monumental shit hole. Even Kansas seemed more interesting by comparison.

An Unholy Need

This is very bizarre.

I have just been filled with the need to blog. But I don't really have anything particular in mind to blog about. Maybe this has happened because I have noticed that the other writers' blogs have gone a day or two or more without entry. And I am suddenly filled with this want to provide peoples with a fresh read.

Assuming these are really read very much.

Do you guys read these blogs of ours? Did you think that they are a fine idea? Are we living up to your expectations? Did you ever even have any expectations? Hmmm?

I feel like talking to people right now. I am conversational.

I am prone to babble.



It's like a fearsome disease! Oh my!

Gasp

I've had a fairly entertaining interday today. Normally, when I use the Internet, which is a horrifying amount of hours per day, I actually very rarely do anything new. I have my little routines, other little websites I check and such, but I mostly hang out on our Forum and also I talk to people on the AIM Machine. I actually, I think I do that most of all. I think I'm terribly addicted to conversation.

But today, I deviated from the rut, so to speak. I spent a great deal of the internet daytime reading confessions at grouphug.us - which is a fine place to gather a bunch of loathing and pity for humankind. And then, I spent a great portion of my night discovering the Joy that is Perry Bible Fellowship - fantastic, fantastic comics... And I very rarely even like comics. Ever. But these, I super-like. A lot.

Do you hear me?! I SUPER-LIKE them!

<3

I also made a new pal today because of this discovery. And I am also glad to find that pretty much everyone I've tried telling about this comic has already heard of it, and most of them love it. Because my friends have Good Taste.

A fine night! And now, I probably should oughtta go to bed, as it is becoming ridiculously late.

Every Triangle Has 3 Corners

Well, I was going to have a comic finished this weekend, but I have lost two days due to one of the saddest sports injuries of all time. I managed to destroy my elbow during a game of Foozeball. I'll never make the mistake of playing two games in a row ever again. My elbow's all swollen and being wrapped in ice. It is getting better though, as yesterday, I couldn't even really grasp a pen very well. Today, I can - but it's still quite uncomfortable, so I'm giving it some rest. I'm not a very physically strengthy person, it appears.

But it is not without precedent.

When I was 8 years old, I actually fractured my wrist while playing a game of darts. I'd rather not go into the details at this moment. But I am fairly certain that I'm not brittle and calcium-deficient. Just very, very sad.

However, the good news is that my brother let me borrow his Schoolhouse Rock DVD, so I am currently learning the shit out of Addition. I've already gone through Grammar, Science, and Finances.

I love Schoolhouse Rock.

<3

Pomp

My apologies, faithful readers.. All two of you. Which is to say, specifically:

My apologies, trev and xv bones, for not entering any Blog Entries lately. But I have a sick sense of Time. In that I can lose days at a time without realizing it. And then I'll think "Hey, it's November 8." But then I'll find out that not only is it actually November 11, but that I also missed my brother's birthday.

Well done, Amandapants. Well done indeed.

And I don't even have excuses such as "OMGOMGOMG I GOT NEW VIDE OGAEM ITIS SOOOOO~OOOOO AWESOME! MY PANTS HAVNT BEEN THIS SOILD SINSE I WUZ BABEE!" Yeah, I just have "Oops, my brains are damaged."

One thing I have been doing lately is getting ten hours of sleep per night instead of my usual four to six hours. Strangely, I feel about ten thousand times sleepier when I wake up from so much sleep. Not only that, but I actually LOOK ten thousand times sleepier.

It is sorrowful. I look tireder and have much less time to do absolutely nothing with.. Well, I have been working on a comic for you guys, and actual artwork that I am getting paid for and such. So my time isn't completely wasted.

I should maybe do more of that now.

Unicorns Are Pretty

I was just glancing over my past entry titles, and I lolled because they are ALL so very sad and low sounding. So I have chosen to make my title very cheerful and nice for today. Even though it really has nothing to do with my actual day.

SO FAR!

Wow, I hope that by the sunset, magical unicorns with ribbons and flowers in their manes will come out of the forest and prance around! It would be one more childhood goal attained!

And yes, I actually have that thought every single day. That hope that the unicorns will appear.

Today, I will paint a comic panel that a person has asked me to paint for them. I do that, you know. I take commissions. Hand-painted stuff at a very reasonable price. Hire me today, thank you. I may also start on a comic I had written a long time ago, but I had forgotten that I'd put it on the backburner - and I'd also forgotten that I'd written it at all.

I would consider writing an article, but for the past long stretch of time, the thought of even trying to articulate my thoughts into words fit to read has seemed laughable at best.

:(

Maybe later, yo.

Let's Put An End to the Flakey People!

There is this boy I know. I have been friends with him since highschool, and we have since lost touch. Sporadically. But like, every few months, he resurfaces and is like "Hey, Amanda! Wow! It's been a long time! Hey, let's hang out again and have a fine time!" And I'm like, "Okay, sure." And then he drops completely off of the planet.

Completely.

I try to message him, email him, etc. No response. So I'm like "Okay." And that's that. Until a few months have passed, then he resurfaces again and the same things happens repeatedly.

BUT NOT THIS TIME.

I have decided this time that I am going to aggressively pester him until something happens. Either he will explain to me why he is such an utter flake, or what sort of jollies he derives from voluntarily contacting a person and making plans he has no intention of carrying through. WHAT IS UP WITH THIS?

I aim to find out. Right now, he isn't responding to me. This is our last transaction, which took place several minutes ago:

octocakes (12:53:30 PM): hey doug - OMGJeremy is visiting today.
octocakes (12:54:04 PM): give me your address and we'll come over
octocakes (12:54:42 PM): if not, we will find you somehow!
octocakes (12:54:48 PM): and SHOVE you!
octocakes (12:55:31 PM): with FORKS!
[I omitted his sn.. FOR NOW] signed off at 12:56:00 PM.

It is a shame he signed off, because I was about to add: "IN YOUR FACE!" - which would have added hilarity for me.

It's just annoying though. Surely I have taken enough of this crap to justify my confronting him about it now. After like six years of this irritating cycle.

I think if I ever run into him on the street, I shall poke him in the eyes. In fact, if any of you in the Cincinnati Area know of Doug, I believe he is in a band called Banderas at the moment - poke him in the eyes for me, and tell him to get ahold of Amanda Wood and stop being such a bastard.