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How you gonna wave hello or goodbye
when your hands are tied?
A few words
"When we describe the Moon as dead, we are describing the deadness in ourselves. When we find space so hideously void, we are describing our own unbearable emptiness."
―D.H. Lawrence

"Is the meaning of life defined by its duration? Or does life have a purpose so large that it doesn't have to be prolonged at any cost to preserve its meaning?"

"Living is not good, but living well. The wise man, therefore, lives as well as he should, not as long as he can... He will always think of life in terms of quality not quantity... Dying early or late is of no relevance, dying well or ill is... even if it is true that while there is life there is hope, life is not to be bought at any cost."
―Seneca

"People will tell you nothing matters, the whole world's about to end soon anyway. Those people are looking at life the wrong way. I mean, things don't need to last forever to be perfect."
―Daydream Nation

"All Bette's stories have happy endings. That's because she knows where to stop. She's realized the real problem with stories — if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death."
―The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes

“The road now stretched across open country, and it occurred to me - not by way of protest, not as a symbol, or anything like that, but merely as a novel experience - that since I had disregarded all laws of humanity, I might as well disregard the rules of traffic. So I crossed to the left side of the highway and checked the feeling, and the feeling was good. It was a pleasant diaphragmal melting, with elements of diffused tactility, all this enhanced by the thought that nothing could be nearer to the elimination of basic physical laws than deliberately driving on the wrong site of the road.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita






TICoSME
Musicalities!
Kill that boredom!
Binder Paper Comics

Web Comics and Such
A Distant Soil (Some nudity)
The Adventures of Gyno-Star (Some explicit stuff)
Aquapunk
Axe Cop
Basic Instructions
Bear Nuts
Beeserker

Blue Milk Special
Bobbins
Broodhollow
Bug
Buttersafe
Camp Weedonwantcha
Chainsawsuit
ChannelATE
Cigarro & Cerveja
Conspiracy Friends!
Crunchy Bunches

Curia Regis
Cyanide and Happiness
dead winter (has some explicit stuff)
Devilbear: The Grimoires of Bearalzebub (PG-13?)
Diesel Sweeties
Distillum
DUBBLEBABY
Dumm Comics
Eat That Toast!
Ectopiary (Some nudity)
E-merl.com
The End
Evil Diva
Evil Inc.
Existential Comics
The Fancy Adventures of Jack Cannon
For Lack of a Better Comic
Forming (Explicit)

Girls with Slingshots (some explicit stuff...?)
Mirror
Hark! A Vagrant
Head Doctor Productions
Hollow Mountain
IDK Comics
Inscribing Ardi
The Intrepid Girlbot
JBabb Comics
The Last Halloween
Last Train to Old Town
L.A.W.L.S.
The League of Evil Genius

Legend of Bill
Living With Insanity (some nudity)
Love Me Nice
Married to the Sea
Meaty Yogurt
Medium Large
The Meek
Metacarpolis
Monsterhood
Monsterkind
The Moon Prince
Moon Town
Moth (Some nudity)
Mr. Lovenstein
Muddlers Beat

Natalie Dee
Nedroid
The Non-Adventures of Wonderella
Optipess
Out There
Phuzzy Comics
P.I. Jane
Political Cartoonists Index
Poorly Drawn Lines
Powernap
The Property of Hate
Red Meat
Rice Boy
Robbie and Bobby
Rosscott, Inc.
Safely Endangered
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Savage Chickens
Scenes from a Multiverse
The Secret Knots
Serenity Rose
Stand Still. Stay Silent
Stinking Hellebore
Strong Female Protagonist
Subnormality
The Super Fogeys
Tales of Pylea
Three Word Phrase (some nudity)
Tiny Kitten Teeth
Toothpaste for Dinner
Trying Human (Some nudity)
Two Guys and Guy
Mirror

Witchy
xkcd
Yellow Peril (PG-13)

Infrequently/No Longer Updating Web Comics
The Abominable Charles Christopher
The Adventures of Dr. McNinja
The Adventures of Ellie Connelly
American Hell
Bag of Toast
Bear in Mind
Bobwhite
The Book of Biff
Brat-halla
Brightest
Bullfinch
Chain Bear (Some explicit stuff)
Daisy is Dead
Dream Life
Edemia
Edmund Finney's Quest to Find the Meaning of Life
A Fine Example
Finn and Charlie are HITCHED
Floodmud
Freaks!

Green Wake
Gun Show
Hello with Cheese
Helpful Figures
Intragalactic
Kyle & Atticus
Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
Letters to a Wild Boar
Lovecraft is Missing

Manta-man
Meat and Plastic
Minimalism Sucks
Mis-
Moe
The Nerds of Paradise
Nimona
No Reason Comics
Odd-Fish
One Swoop Fell
Owen's Uncles
Patches
Pictures for Sad Children
Raymondo Person
A Redtail's Dream

Riotfish
Roy's Boys (PG 13?)
Run Freak Run
Saint's Way
Shortpacked!
Sin Titulo
Snowflakes
Split Lip
Spooky Doofus
SubCulture
Super Buzzkill
The Super Gay Adventures of Ross Boston
Thermohalia
Troubletown
Ugly Girl
YU + ME
2815 Monument

Pure Flash Awesomeness
Aardvardkbutter.com
Angry Alien
Die Anstalt : Toy Psychiatry
The Frown
Hoogerbrugge

Other
Bogleech
Clients from Hell
Brian Despain
Creatures in My Head
Damn You Auto Correct!
Jhonen Vasquez's site
Overheard in New York
Passive Aggressive Notes
Submarinechannel.com
Superdickery
UHpinions
Whirled
Looky here
free counters
Dang people calling me when I'm asleep...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
At around eleven, my mom knocked on my door and handed me a phone. I picked up said phone, assuming it was one of my friends or even someone from St. John's.

'Twas someone from the Stanford blood drive.

They were like "we're having a drive at such and such mall [crap I'd better look that up] from eleven to four on Saturday. Would you be interested in donating?"

I would never turn down a blood donation appointment unless I had a legitimate reason, so of course I said yes. And she asked me what time I would like to schedule my appointment.

For some reason my brain just dies on me when something is related to numbers or time, so I said "uhhhhh... how about ten."

X|

And she replies "erm, it's from eleven to four."

Sudden realization that ten in not included in this "eleven to four" bracket.

"Oh... sorry, I just woke up."
"I can tell."
"Okay, how about twelve."
"I can schedule you for eleven forty five. Does that work?"
"Yeah, sure."

I later realized that I probably sounded like some sort of English speaking toad over the phone, since my throat was kind of dry and I was half yawning through most of my words.

But not all of us can wake up looking and sounding like a princess in the morning. :P

---Edit---

This guy made Tipping Point and a couple other games. Plus he's an atheist. :D

CLICKIES

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Ramblings/Rantings
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
I had a dream that I was at an assembly, and we heard gunshots. We were informed that there was a school shooter on campus, but not to panic and just continue listening to the speaker. I sat on the floor anyway, but looked around at my fellow classmates to see how they were reacting. Nobody had really moved.

There was some more but the rest isn't extremely interesting. I ran from the campus to a business building next door with a friend, and we went down, then up, and somehow ended up in the luxury lounge on the top floor. And then there was this guy hanging from a trellis outside and I tried to save him but when I leaned out, my friend stopped me by closing the window or something. And then I found out that my friend was the shooter.

(The shooter was not one of my friends in real life, it was Reese from Malcolm in the Middle... and the guy hanging was that brown haired kid with glasses that's Malcolm's friend)

----

My brother really likes to take advantage of the fact that I get pissed at him easily. He was talking about letting his pet snake go free, which I said was a bad idea for a number of reasons, and then he said that his... former? friend told him there were wild garter snakes in our area. I said "oh, so you still talk to her," not in a taunting way or anything, and he started talking about how I changed the subject. I was not trying to change the subject. It was a freakin' side note. And then he went on for like five minutes about how I "always change the subject because I know I can't win."

How many times have I mentioned that I HATE HIM AND I WANT HIM TO DIE now? A lot, probably.

So anyway, I said I wasn't trying to change the subject, but he just did, and then he wouldn't stop interrupting me so I yelled at him, because he was being extremely annoying, and he starting going on about how he's "matured" because he doesn't have to yell, and how I was being "difficult".

Again, I want him to die. Actually I want somebody to come and murder him, painfully. But you already knew that.

If he was actually mature, he wouldn't have to say it. What he's really doing is mimicking how my parents treat me when I get mad, which is quite infuriating. He seems to think that by copying my dad, he's being mature. He'll say, if someone is getting angry at him,

"Oh, you're just hungry."
"You're being difficult."
"Maybe you should calm down."

Newsflash: imitation is not the same as maturity.

Dumbass.

Also he ate all the chocolate toffee macadamia nuts.

I HATE HIM SO MUCH.

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Fewer cats [DP]
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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There are a lot of pictures of cats in this entry [DP]
Friday, August 7, 2009
Be it extremely emotional, controversial, messed up, or whatever, this entry has been password protected.

If you know it, enter it; or, ask me for it.

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Pigeons, pigeons, all around
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Getting their rather greasy feathers all over me...

We went to a beach today, and I fed pigeons. They ate right from my hand. They ate right on my hand, in fact. I had one that kept jumping over my arm to get a better shot at the bread.

Got a video, shall upload it when I return home.

Short updates:

-We are not, unfortunately, going to the waterpark tomorrow :(
-Varsha appears to be in a bad mood
-I can put cans of juice in the freezer and they make a nice slush
-The girl from Ipanema is tall, tan, young, and lovely, and when she passes, each one she passes goes "ah"

There is a luau we are going to tomorrow. Normally this is quite the tourist-y affair, with big colorful leis and pasty white chaps in floral print shirts and khakis, with sunblock on their red noses and tan hats on their heads.

I am told, however, that the one we are attending will not be such a horrendous and cheesy bore. The people staying at my grandma's house will be roasting a pig in the backyard, and we will all go over and supposedly have quite the jolly good time.

Watching a whole pig roast will perhaps make me feel uncomfortable, but I can try and look away and maybe eat.... uh... rice.

I was doing a good job not eating too much, but then I caved at the last minute and ate a bunch of Triscuits with tuna and olives. :( Not the best snack, but rather filling, and more nutritious than some, I would think.

Ah well, I'll lose ten pounds some other time.

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Home in a few days
Sunday, August 2, 2009
My mom said she had a surprise for us this afternoon. She told us she found two "surprises".

And you know what?

They were kittens.

Little, maybe three week old kittens.

I wish I could show you the pictures.

---Edit---

Oh, and I got a swimsuit today. Original price: $102. Price we paid: $14.99 [plus tax].

W00t.

(Although it is a bikini... so that means tank top + board shorts if I ever go swimming for some inexplicable reason.)

---

Did I already say that at the PCC we saw this guy who seemed rather aroused by his performance? He was making fire and then he was talking and he kept like... kind of semi-humping the air. It was quite noticeable from our position. And quite amusing. Heh.

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Second long day
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
So Lucy arrived yesterday, and we've been doing some stuff.

We spent half an hour yesterday trying to find each other at the airport. Fun stuff... Then we went to Pali Lookout and walked around in the wind for a while, and when we were done with that we went to a crack seed store and got some Icees. Good stuff.

Returned to the house, rested for a bit (napped/watched the "World's Ugliest Dog Contest" or something).

Went back out again later and got shave ice. Lucy enjoyed her first time having it. :P

And.... sometime later we went to Ala Moana and shopped around. They have an American Apparel store there, which is pretty cool. It's really packed with interesting clothes, and higher quality stuff too, not that Made in China crap.

I saw a hoodie I liked, but it was $50 so my mom didn't feel like lending me the money to get it. Ah well.

Today... well, my phone woke us up around six-ish. It was some stupid ass call about "lowering my credit card rates". See, before I had a cell phone, I never had to deal with this...

Lucy didn't feel too well so we stayed around the house until oh, eleven, and then went hiking.

The trail was a bit muddy, but that wasn't the issue. It was humid and the air was still. HORRIBLE combination. It felt really long going up, but it was great when we finally got there. Going down was a lot faster...

After we got back we were all hot and sweaty, so we showered off and waited around for my mom/brother/brother's friend to come back. (They went farther on the trail than we did)

More shave ice, and then we drove to the house again. Lounged around some more, showed Lucy Diablo II, and at around eight we went to the Old Spaghetti Factory. It was Lucy's first time there, too. The food was good, like it usually is, and we had fun going the wrong way on the escalators. :P

Oh yeah, and our waiter was a total RCB. (Hey, bringing back the ol' slangz0rs)

Seriously, super cute. :D

Waikiki after dinner, not much to report there. We wandered around for a while trying to find Lucy a restroom, and were finally successful in this... kind of closed-for-the-night shopping center. And Lucy said there was a guy checking me out, but I didn't see him. She said he was looking at me and like, smiling, waiting for me to look back, but I didn't so... too bad. (Oops?)

I never notice this sort of thing, but she says that there have been more guys checking her (us?) out here. Doesn't happen back home.

Of course, the guys back home are usually uptight asian [I want to say losers...] overachievers, so I dunno what you can expect from that.

This entry was very relevant to my comic about how I made $100 on Nutang. Hehe.

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What's happening to my slang vocabulary? :0
Saturday, July 25, 2009
I keep saying things like "kick" and "dig" and "chunky" and "rock".

I'm not even sure where I picked them up, but lately they've been popping up in my speech. "Slick" was around for a short run, but it died. I don't really like it.

Anyway, I'm on a disco kick. (See?!)


[Holy hot potatoes, that code was long before I cut it off...]

It's not exactly disco, but it does have the sound.

Been watching The Nanny a lot more lately, so I keep getting "Oh Mista SHEFFIELLLLD!" in my head. I'm starting to wonder if it won't pop out of my mouth accidentally when I'm talking to somebody.

"So yeah, what do you think about going to the beach?"
"Oh Mista Sheffielllllld!"
-Awkward silence-

I stayed up until 4 AM last night listening to the song in the previous entry. Terrible. D:

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