"I don't want to kill you, and you don't want to be dead."

- Danny Glover

Racist:

I love everybody!...Except you.

Shut down sequence initiated. Don't let the bed bugs bite.

By the way, I shop like the Puritans have sex - In and out in three minutes, and only for the procreation of children.

Stab them in the Hope with your Ennui

Well, I have to say that I'm rather sad today, but I'm getting by. It's not one of those unjustified feelings of sadness that are so prevalent in today's culture. No, the reason for my depression is a personal loss. Believe it or not, the day after my brother left for Kuwait my Great Uncle Arvid passed away. I don't know yet if it was acute pneumonia or a heart attack, but it surprised everyone, especially me, and has caused me to break down into helpless tears in front of both my girlfriend and roommate. This was a bear of a man, nearly eighty-one years old, and he was a proud part of a marriage that lasted sixty years. He was always laughing, smiling, and my father especially loved him. Arvid and Dee (my aunt) were kind of his second parents, you see. He loved cars and worked on them until he retired. I believe he restored classical cars, and he enjoyed driving them even though he retired from working on them. He lived up in Michigan, and had a townhouse next to the shore of Lake Superior. Any of you familiar with the waters of that lake know that it's temperature likes to hover somewhere just above freezing, even at the height of summer heat.

I don't want a bunch of messages from you people saying "Oh my God, I'm so sorry", this is just a kind of personal memorial to him. He was a good man, always full of wisdom and friendship, kindness and love, and he helped me when I needed it, and I always thanked him, profusely, and I always told him I loved him, him and my aunt as well. I have no regrets caused by his passing, but I do cherish his memories, and I feel the all-too-human emotions of sadness and sorrow, because any loss should leave you with a despairing feeling inside. It let's you realize that you loved them, and still love them, and will miss them even though they are gone. I will never see my great uncle again, and though this saddens me, I am cheered by having known him, and take solace in being able to have experienced twenty years of his friendship. So, though still sad, and my is heart grieving, I feel somewhat better, and am hoping that the sun will shine for his funeral tomorrow. He always did love the sun.


Rest in peace old friend, and may the light shine on your back on the new lush green trails that await you.

I passed this little message along to someone who blocked me after two messages, the first being a compliment, the second expressing amused surprise at her curt, not to mention rude, response. The last message I received from her was "Enjoy your block". So, using an alternate SN, I passed this along:





"Dear snooty, uptight little tart who lacks the ability to capitalize her sentences and add punctuation marks where they are due,

I send you this condemnation because you are more than deserving. I gave you a compliment, and you were rude, snide, and altogether anti-social. Though I'm sure you have your reasons, none of them are valid and your errant disregard for proper conversation etiquette is appalling. It is people like you who make the world a bad place, obviously assuming the worst and spreading hatred and cruelty amongst the populace. People like you are a plague, a disease, a cancerous tumor that needs to be sliced out of the collective whole. You are the scum of the internet worth less than what could be scraped from the bottom of my shoe via the use of an old penny. You are an unwanted child that seriously should have been aborted and, barring that, swallowed or dropped on cement. Repeatedly. People like you, who I shall group with those misguided individuals who assume that being 'bitchy' earns them some sort of grudging respect (though in truth just earns them enemies), should be drug out into the street by their hair, forced against a wall, have the muzzle of a gun placed to their temple, and then have the contents of their skull evacuated by use of a chunk of metal at high speeds as an example to the world around them that your kind are unworthy of something precious like life. The combined aggregate of you and your entire family is likely to be worth less than the sludge at the bottom of the cesspool you undoubtedly crawled out of, if your character is any proof of this. You are disgusting. Worthless. A scar marring what would normally be considered a beautiful stretch of humanity. People like you should be thrown into a large hole and burned alive with other decrepit wretches like yourself. I'm sure that your parents, if they could see how you treated people online, would be shocked and appalled at your rude behavior. If not, then I must say that that merely strengthens my opinion of them and their spawn. On the whole, horrid parenting is partially to blame for all of this, but, in truth, the fault by majority lies with you, you haughty little upstart. If you had half of the wherewithal that you put into your snide retorts I would think that a rather grand conversation would have blossomed from our chance meeting over the electrical signals and archived data that is the internet. But alas, you have to be this rude, sophomoric little brat who takes offense and suspects foul-play from the random strangers out in the world. Let me make this clear to you CHILD, how you treat people will directly effect your life as a whole, so I suggest you move past your infantile beliefs, grow up, and start acting like a responsible person, otherwise someday some angry man whom you've snubbed will drag you out of a bar or similar place to an alley and beat in your face with a tire iron. After such an act of incoherent rage, I do so hope that you will live so that you may reflect on your abhorrent character flaws, your obvious short-comings as a human being, and realize that if how you act is any reflection on how you treat people online, then obviously you are not a good person. In fact, you barely equate to a person. You are more of a slug. Simply a piece of a larger infestation that need only be exterminated in order for real prosperity to blossom in mankind. It's people like you that hold us back, all in all, and I hope that you either reform your attitude, or die in a hideous fashion that will make people straighten up in shock, gulp back the bile in their throats, and rethink their own actions. And don't lean back and smirk and say 'Yeah, I'm a bitch, it's who I am', when in fact it is only because you wish to ACT like a bitch. It is a facade, a veneer, a poorly constructed mask which you hide behind like the callow kid you are. As well, you can't play the 'I have a hard life' card either. Ghandi had a hard life, yet he still managed despite his oppressive surroundings. The fact is, you are unworthy of friends, or companionship in your life at all. I hope you die despairing over the loss of everyone you held dear as your perpetual angst forces them away and you are left alone in the unsympathetic streets of a grown up world. You really are a despicable little urchin, and undeserving of higher recognition than that, and I will take solace in the fact that you will probably lose your virginity in a restroom in exchange for narcotics, and live a woeful life of drudgery and pain, aspiring to be something that lowly swine such as yourself will never be capable of.



Sincerely,

Me

And with that...I win.

This is a shout out to someone very special.

Josh is a whiny, pedo, faggot emo kid who will die unsuccessful, miserable and in all likelihood, alone. And probably in jail. Hope you enjoy your permanent place on the FBI's pedophile watch list. You know quite well who you are.





There was no purpose to this other than to be a nuisance. If there is a response to it, then it only means I win.

Fill this out in complete sentences. Spelling, grammar, and punctuation will be watched for and your application will be judged according to that as well as your responses. Upon completion, send the completed form to [Silver Ikarii] and [Nekko Fox] for review. If you are rejected you may re-apply in two weeks time. Also note, just because one of us may say yes, does not always mean the other will as well.

1. What are your intentions for [Silver Ikarii]'s life mate?

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2. Do you intend to roleplay with [Nekko Fox]?

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3. If yes, then in what manner?

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4. What is your favorite sexual fantasy?

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5. When did you lose your virginity? (Skip if virgin)

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6. What is your sexual orientation? (Heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, etc)

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7. What is your gender and species?

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8. What is your favorite roleplay themed scenario? (Attack on a spaceship, digging through ruins, swimming in the ocean, etc)

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9. What is your age? (Honesty is key here)

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10. In fifty words (minimum) explain why you should be able to roleplay with [Silver Ikarii]'s life mate and partner (be it sexually or otherwise).

Answer:

Twilight Sucks, it's not a good book, the characters are two dimensional, there is very little descriptive dialogue that ISN'T about Edward, it has a horrible moral points (Edward is a text book case of an emotionally abusive boyfriend who makes it clear that Bella can't do ANYTHING without him), it has no plot devices that I couldn't see from a kilometer away, it has far too many cliches, it draws strongly from (if not directly plagiarizes) other authors' stories (you know, the one's with talent?), it's fan-girls are obviously ignorant and naive of the world of literature around them and in so being they are disgustingly obnoxious over the apparent 'quality' of Stephenie Meyer's work, and to wrap all of this up Edward is a sparkly emo loser.

Any questions? No? Good.

Okay. Seriously people. Vampires can't breed. That is just the most inane, foolish concept I have ever heard. Why do people believe that they can? Because that talentless hack wrote Twilight (Which wasn't even a good book I might add. Horribly written. Period.).

Let me break this down for you:

1. Vampires are dead, or UNdead. Regardless, they are not living beings.

2. That being the case, one must honestly conclude that the vampires, who are (if one takes literature into account) dead, are incapable of producing spermatozoa.

3. Even if Vampires COULD create said spermatozoa, the spermatozoa, which were created by a dead creature, would also be dead.

4. With that concluded, it is obvious that the spermatozoa could not fertilize a living cell like an EGG.

5. Vampires do not exist.

Coming from a pedo-fag like you, the insult seems lost.

Well, here is the skinny on what is: My computer, for whatever reason, will not let me log into any of the Heddate communities. Not Elftown, not Elfpack, and not FAKE!. To see the least, it is VERY aggravating. I can pull up the log-in screen, but once I type in my password and SN, the screen just sits there, saying "Contacting web site host" or some HTML nonsense of which I can make little sense. Regardless of that fact, I will be getting on, but with much less frequency and for much less time. How? My mate, lover, and friend's laptop computer. She's a real angel for letting me sit here and type this gibberish while she waits patiently for me to get the fuck off her beautiful new computer. Anyway, that is all my friends and family of the binary world. Ciao!

For all those who are wondering, my mood is Italian. It means "Fuck you, you son of a bitch."

REPOSTED FOR MY OWN AMUSEMENT:


http://muushi.net/

http://wildcritters.us/wc/

http://yiffstar.com/

http://fchan.us/

http://chan.yiffy.tk/

http://cubcentral.org/

http://e621.net/post

http://paws.ru/

These are just a few image boards/forums/link sites/picture archives that I frequent. for those of you interested in starting, or for those of you wishing to building an archive, or those of you who just like looking at yiffy, these are for!

Thank you killopkie. I lawled.


http://kurreltheraven.bandcamp.com/album/the-furry-album-rpm-2009

"The day will come when the mystical generation of Jesus, by the supreme being as his father in the womb of a virgin, will be classed with the fable of the generation of Minerva(Athena) in the brain of Jupiter(Zeus)."

-- Thomas Jefferson, in a letter to John Adams, April 11, 1823



I do not find in our particular superstition of Christianity one redeeming feature.....Millions of innocent men, women and children, since the introduction of Christianity, have been burned, tortured, fined and imprisoned. What has been the effect of this coercion? To make half the world fools and half hypocrites; to support roguery and error all over the world.
-Thomas Jefferson




"To argue with a person who has renounced the use of reason is like administering medicine to the dead."

-- Thomas Paine, in "The Age of Reason"



He says naïvely, outspokenly and without suggestion of embarrassment "I, the Lord thy God, am a jealous God."
It is only another way of saying "I, the Lord thy God, am a small God; fretful about small things"
-Mark Twain

Hey look, I found MORE! ^_^



Say Hello to Astrid!

And now, for something completely different, Synx, Syra, and Snooge! Their creator had his works lovingly referred to as "Nightmare fuel".




Syra inserting claws, and what happens.

Okay, I'm sending out a call to all you cooks, bakers, chef's, prep's, and caterer's!


I want, no, NEED recipes, and I'm looking for some good ones! I need sweets, potato dishes, pastas, pastries, cakes, pies, cookies, soups (especially soups), stews, chilis, chicken, beef, steak, hamburger, pot roast, anything that is delicious. I have a few rules though, so be mindful before you send me a recipe for a French dish with ingredients that no good person should be able to pronounce outside of France, and whose ingredients are rarer than hair on a toad.


I would LIKE the recipes to be something that any person could make, IF they read instructions, and have an hour or so to prepare it. So, if you will, send me your best, just include the following:

1.Your Real and Screen name (I'd like to remember fondly on the person who made the contribution and tell others where I got it)

2. Ingredients (Every recipe has them...And I'll need it to prepare it)

3. Cooking Instructions (Without these, I have just ingredients. Sad, sad ingredients)

4. How many servings? (Should I prepare for two, four, eight, fifty?)

5. Preheat and Cook times (this should be under Cooking instructions, but people sometimes forget)

6. Personal notes that you would like to share to make the dish better (Rub olive oil onto the chicken, add parsley and sage, use garlic juice instead of butter, scream at the beef every time you hit it, whatever makes a dish good).

7. If you can, or if you want, give me the story behind the dish. I would love to here them, and (room allowing) I might put a menton of it into my Everything Book: Cook's Edition (running title for my leatherbound journal in which I put yummy recipes).

As an example of this, I will impart onto you a favorite of mine:


PASTIES! The traditional food of the Yooper! By Lee Erickson (a.k.a. [Nekko Fox])

Ingredients for the Crust:

3 cups of flour

1/2 Cup of Shortening

1 TEASPOON of Salt

Cut the shortening into the salt and flour until it has the texture of corn meal. For this, you may need a pastry cutter. Add water until mix is dough-like. Err to dryness, but if you get too wet you can always add more flower.


Ingredients for the Filling:

6 Medium potatoes

1 small rutabaga

1 carrot

3 Medium onions

5 pounds of ground beef, browned (or thinly sliced beef)

1 pound of ground pork, browned (Or pulled pork)



Peel and dice veggies (yes, Rutabaga is a veggie). Put these in a bowl and mix with the meat. Add salt and pepper to taste.

ASSEMBLY:

Roll out the crust on a lightly floured surface as you would a pie crust, only more oblong. Like a football, eh? Add roughly 1 pound of filling (meat, veggies, rutabaga) onto one half of the crust (think the side of the football with laces if you have trouble. The rounded, non pointed end). Dip your finger into water and make a line of moisture around the filling. Flip the other, un-laden-with-food half of the crust (Non-laces side of the football) onto the food-covered half. Push with your fingertips down on the line of moisture (the moisture line should be kinda thick. It's okay). Crimp the edges so they are pretty, then poke the crust about 4 times or so with a fork (I say "or so" because this is food, not precise mathematics). Put on a greased baking sheet.

Baking:

Preheat oven to 450 degrees. Bake for 20 minutes at 450 degrees Fahrenheit, then reduce the heat to 350 degrees (again Fahrenheit) for another forty (40) minutes. Let cool for fifteen minutes then serve with your choice of condiments (Ketchup is okay, but it's delicious plain or with brown gravy). Eat whilst dreaming of the cold Lake Superior shorelines (dawn and dusk, midsummer or early fall are good times).


Serves:

Roughly 6, depending on how you distribute the filling.

Note: For less hassle, you can always use tortillas don'tcha know? But where's the Yooper experience in that, eh?



Story:

My family would visit Northern Michigan, a.k.a. The Upper Peninsula ( The U.P...Yoo Pee...Yooper..Get it? Anyway, it's north of the Mackinac Bridge. People in the Lower Peninsula, in lower Michigan, are called Trolls for living 'Under' the bridge), and we would always stop off at this place that we lovingly referred to as 'The Pasty Nazis'. Why? Because every time we, the Erickson Clan (My father, brother and I), would enter her shop, this woman would look at us as if she wanted to grow fangs and claws and devour our first-born children. Despite this, the woman made the BEST pasties in all the lands, be it pork, chicken, beef, or a combo. Sadly, I haven't been up to the U.P. in some time, but at least I have this delicious little recipe to comfort me.

I hope you enjoy this little recipe and get back to me on this!