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."
"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
"It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend."
~ William Blake
Think about it
Kill that boredom!
Binder Paper Comics
Web Comics and Such
A Distant Soil (Some nudity)
The Adventures of Gyno-Star (Some explicit stuff)
Blue Milk Special
Cigarro & Cerveja
Cyanide and Happiness
dead winter (has some explicit stuff)
Devilbear: The Grimoires of Bearalzebub (PG-13?)
Eat That Toast!
The Fancy Adventures of Jack Cannon
For Lack of a Better Comic
Girls with Slingshots (some explicit stuff...?)
The Intrepid Girlbot
The Last Halloween
Last Train to Old Town
The League of Evil Genius
Legend of Bill
Living With Insanity (some nudity)
Love Me Nice
Married to the Sea
The Moon Prince
Moth (Some nudity)
The Non-Adventures of Wonderella
Political Cartoonists Index
Poorly Drawn Lines
The Property of Hate
Robbie and Bobby
Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Scenes from a Multiverse
The Secret Knots
Stand Still. Stay Silent
Strong Female Protagonist
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
Yellow Peril (PG-13)
Infrequently/No Longer Updating Web Comics
The Abominable Charles Christopher
The Adventures of Dr. McNinja
The Adventures of Ellie Connelly
Bag of Toast
Bear in Mind
The Book of Biff
Chain Bear (Some explicit stuff)
Daisy is Dead
Ectopiary (Some nudity)
Edmund Finney's Quest to Find the Meaning of Life
A Fine Example
Finn and Charlie are HITCHED
Hark! A Vagrant
Head Doctor Productions
Hello with Cheese
Kyle & Atticus
Lesbian Pirates from Outer Space
Letters to a Wild Boar
Lovecraft is Missing
Meat and Plastic
The Nerds of Paradise
No Reason Comics
One Swoop Fell
Pictures for Sad Children
A Redtail's Dream
Roy's Boys (PG 13?)
Run Freak Run
The Super Gay Adventures of Ross Boston
YU + ME
Pure Flash Awesomeness
Die Anstalt : Toy Psychiatry
Clients from Hell
Creatures in My Head
Damn You Auto Correct!
Jhonen Vasquez's site
Overheard in New York
Passive Aggressive Notes
I know this is all I keep talking about, but
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
In a conversation with an OKC buddy, I realized something.
First of all, I don't wear jewelry or bother with accessories (unless you count hats and armwarmers or bandannas, which I don't, really).
He asked me if I wore earrings or necklaces, and I said no, I don't.
But I think it's because I don't like to wear jewelry that doesn't have a special significance to me.
Back when I was dating my first boyfriend I wore his temporary dog tags and the ring he gave me for Christmas on a chain around my neck, and I rarely took it off because it was important to me.
When I signed up to be a marrow donor, they gave me a purple wristband, and I wore that constantly too, because what it stood for mattered to me.
Even the moodring I used to wear had some significance... I didn't have enough tickets to buy it at the prize counter at the Boardwalk, so my friend said he'd get it for me if I kissed him. I didn't end up kissing him, but it's an amusing memory.
I kind of miss those tokens of meaning.
More chat adventures
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
I've been going on the INFP chatroom sort of connected to the forum I joined three months ago or so, and people in there were like "oh, you're so and so from the forum! Your posts are really awesome! You're like a forum celebrity!"
I was really surprised, to say the least. Flattered, though! People notice me! And like what I have to say! I feel so special. XP
'Cause like, you guys here know me, and we're all buddies, but I've only been there for a few months, so it's really odd.
...Oh jeez I've been in the chatroom for like seven hours. :0
He's been stressed lately...
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Boyfriend: My capacity to fly solo is greatly diminished when I'm over worked.
Me: Not surprising.
Boyfriend: As such, I miss you.
Me: Wait, so are we hanging out this weekend at some point?
Boyfriend: I fucking hope so.
Probably Friday night.
If I don't, I'll fucking kill someone.
Me: Well, it's always you that has to cancel, not me.
Boyfriend: Oh, I know.
If something comes up.
If something comes up.
I'll kill everyone.
I swear on Jesus's nipples.
I will kill everyone.
Me: Even me? :0
Boyfriend: Well, if I saw you then I wouldn't feel the need to murder people.
We're gonna go learn how to waltz on Friday!
My sexy ___ [DP]
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Down to rest
Saturday, February 4, 2012
Bit too tired to think of a title different than the one of the song I'm listening to, which is this:
I had another dream about having a stalker last night. I think I've described a couple of the other ones on here already. Wonder if this is establishing itself as one of the residents in my recurrent dream theme collection... Or maybe the stalker dreams are a subsection of the chase dreams? It's hard to say.
Usually I think of the chase dreams as having an undefined pursuer, someone/something I don't know but have to evade. These stalker dreams are different because I always see who it is, and it's always a guy (not the same guy though, that would be really creepy).
The one in my latest dream... I don't remember what he looked like, but he was in my house somehow and he grabbed my wrist and wouldn't let go, and he was talking to me... what was he saying? I think it was something about how he was always seeing me around... and he was going to take me away somewhere... I remember being really scared by how controlling/possessive he seemed and the anger/intensity in the way he looked at me. Something distracted him, and I managed to run to my room and lock the door behind me and close the windows (my real room only has one, but my dream room had two). I was breathing so fast and hard that my chest hurt.
And then... I was running with my boyfriend away from either the stalker or a group of people. Whoever it was, they were trying to kill us. And I was terrified, but my boyfriend seemed calm enough. We ran into an elevator that had four buttons with the letters D, P, B, and R on them... I think we were on the P level, so I pressed B, but then hit R as an afterthought because I wanted to get as far away from where we were as possible. I'm not sure if we got away... I think I just woke up.
I can't remember any other dreams where I was running away from the people trying to kill me with a companion. There was that one where I had a husband (I think?) and we ran across the tops of skyscrapers and turned a minotaur into metal, but that didn't really have the trappings of a chase dream. It was more like a quest, and there was some happiness and confidence in it.
There was also the one where I was running with my ex, trying to avoid him getting executed or something, but that didn't involve me being in danger, just him.
I dunno. I've been having some actual nightmares lately. There was one recently that scared me so much I woke up, sat bolt upright, and ripped the earplugs out of my ears. When I looked at the clock it said 5:43 AM. X| I don't remember what was so frightening, but maybe that's for the best. (I have to wear earplugs to sleep now unless I'm extremely exhausted... otherwise every little noise keeps me awake)
Um... in other news, I went to my first writing group meeting on Friday. It went really well, although there were only four of us. I'm really glad that's happening... while I was biking there I was thinking that I felt really great and maybe I shouldn't participate in the study after all, because I'm fine on my own.
At night, my boyfriend came over and we went to the artwalk downtown, and none of the art was that spectacular, but we listened to a band play in Anno Domini (one of the galleries) and went to a cafe. We shared an almond torte (which was lovely), and he got coffee. I asked why he likes coffee (he was drinking it straight), and he said I could try some. I took a sip, and it was really awful, honestly, even though he said it was very good. Couldn't stand the bitterness. I also got my portrait done for five dollars, and the guy... made me look kind of like a dude in the picture. Like, he gave me a really... square jawline. :S (I might post a picture of it later)
After that, we went back to my house and watched movies. Had a laugh over Thumbelina and got bored by Indiana Jones while he fell asleep. I guess at least he didn't snore during the movie. Poor guy, he's always tired because he's got so much to do. :/ Plus his commute time is awful... like half an hour... We need to find him a new place to live.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
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