Water water everywhere. We're flooded, and big time. About 4 inches of rain last night, give or take. Downtown is in a furor with People, trying to get somewhere so they can see it.

I've seen as much of it as I want to. I drove out to the river and stood on the dike with the rest of the gawking primates. It's about 4ft from the bottom of the bridge (which is, needless to say, closed.) I then drove out across town the other way, into the commercial part, where I was abruptly stopped and told to Turn Back, and not very nicely. So I went onto the highway, parked and walked in. The "strip," as it were, where all the stores and restaurants and such are, is under 5ft of water. Wal-Mart parking lot is a lake, Pizza Hut was inundated up to the top of its doors. Also, I learned from some friendly Amish men that some enterprising individuals had, earlier in the morning, got their boats out and rowed down to the the various stores and looted them, specifically: the beer distributor and tobacco shoppe. Who wants to take bets on the colour of their necks?

I then drove on down the highway and once I got into the more open area, I saw the real tragedy. On either side of rte. 220 at that spot is farmland. I saw the tops of silos, sometimes the roofs of houses, and that was it. No one was stopped along the road to gawk, no one was taking any notice. They were to excited about seeing the department stores and gas stations underwater. I stopped, thought about taking pictures, and then realised I didn't want to document these people's tragedies. I took the next exit and headed back home.

Along the way, I did take some pictures, which will be up soon and maybe hardlinked into this later. But I took pictures of public places and roadways only. The personal property I left well alone, other than stopping at various places to see if I could help. (Fortunately, I learned that the farmspeople had evacutated last night, as far as anyone knew, and some people had headed out in boats to be sure.) It's a scary, scary thing, to see the land and area you live in, that you take for granted, suddenly be changed so drastically. Nothing is recognisable anymore.

My thoughts are on the people who've lost their homes, and my {wishes|prayers} go out to them. I'll be heading out again in an hour or two to find something I can do to help.

Addendum: picutures here.

Went through the site and recategorised some entries. They should be Where They Belong now.

[14.00.28] * @xeno sorts more /loc/ entries
[14.01.23] <+ejp> you're sorting lords of chaos. I hope you appreciate the irony.

LOC's a pain in my eyes compared to mercury blog flow. I've made some improvements, but bottom line is that I need to do some serious overhauling. Or something.

We're talking information design here, not aesthetic.

IDLE THREATS IDLE THREATS THESE ARE NOT THE DROIDS YOU'RE LOOKING FOR MOVE ALONG

Dicked with the templates some more. Cleaned up, organized, put some of the sections on category archiving and tweaked the front page so that a lot of things write out here, instead of just log shizzle.

Of course, rather or not Xeno finds these changes to be useful/helpful/decent remains to be seen. LOC is actually looking much closer to what I'd visualized when I was cutting the new aesthetic- not unlike the information design changes made to mercury a couple of weeks ago.

Now I just need to scrub the dipshittiness out of my faq entries and do some cleaning- Past Tense (THE ASS HOLY SHIT) has been defucked, the FAQ has been cleaned up a bit, and everything is now quite a bit cleaner. Woot.

LOC needs some cleanup on my end. My FAQ entries are loogies, formatting of category pages is pooplike. Etceteras. There'll be a cleanup in the near future. A cleanup is not a redesign. :P

And dictionary.com doesn't have an entry for Sonology.

I have no idea what I'm going to do
and I'm so deeply puzzled.
I've done terrible things- I've killed three people.
I don't consider myself a terrible man
more than... than others.

She... had become hysterical and she started... screaming,
I... guess I hit her.
I don't actually recall, it all happened so quickly.
Then I heard her screaming.
But I never understood why... why she did that...
she didn't ever scream before.

I guess you want me to keep on talking.
You make a man feel accepted-
it's all just a great big game to you.
You're all obviously too... lazy and too warped to do anything meaningful with your life;
prey upon the sexual fantasies of others.

I'm sure it comes as no great surprise to you when I say that...
there are... little corners in everyone which were better off left alone.
Sicknesses... weaknesses, which should never be exposed.

But... that's your stubborn trait, isn't it?
I mean, I was never fully aware of mine.
Until you brought them out.

Poking around the long-disused hotmail account. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you... Ed.

OONGALA!    OONGALAHMATA! ZIMBABWE ZIM JUM !!!  YAHKA HIMMA FRIED BEANS BURRITOS SMALL FRIES?!! YOODOOLI YOODOOLI YUB!

After waking up, getting around, getting Xeno gassed up and caffeinated, giving him a few bux for the road and seeing him off, I promptly deleted the entire iPhoto library on the powerbook. All the full-size source material from the Evidence Log. It was technically an accident- I mistook my home directory on the powerbook for my home directory on the workstation.

Fortunately, Xeno has a backup of ALL of the images. Assmuing HAL doesn't explode.

I RULE.

Xeno and I did Liberty. Hit the town about the same time the Sun hit The Ass Vector (where it's in your eyes, PERIOD.). Encountered a grand total of ten people, counting the shebeast attempting to parrallel park at the high school. Spoke to two of them- Xeno's sister and the clerk at the store. Pismo battery dropped from 90% to DEAD in between the Liberty photo offload and the first offload at Xeno's.

I blame the town.

Nothing has changed, excepting the arrow on Decoursey road pointing off into nothing. Storm damage at my parents house and the noise of my sister's dog, beautiful full-moon rise.

Liberty was, as always, quiet and desolate. One of the street lamps has developed a bit of a tilt.

That's about it, really. There wasn't enough daylight to get the outlying areas I'd intended to target, but that can wait for a better time, better weather, and better equipment.

If you touch it, it's a little firmer. If you smell it, it smells like the outer skin. It doesn't really smell like the fruit.

I'm Here. As opposed to There. And Xeno's about to be slain by his wife.

It's like I haven't left, only the kids got bigger and Xeno's hair got longer and he moved. o_o

Also, brought a Realtek ethernet card, which I'm leaving here, and a 25 foot crossover cable, which I'm not. We set up Internet Connection Sharing on Windows XP, which is only slightly less obfuscated than it is on OS X. So I'm wired, which has made IRC slightly stranger than usual.

23:52 -!- xeno [~no@cloaked.stcgpa.adelphia.net] has quit [Ping timeout: 180 seconds
23:52 < solios_fd> fagbot: doot for xeno
23:52 < fagbot> christ, that actually made me fart

12:07 < solios> fagbot: doot for loc
12:07 < fagbot> everybody talks about breasts, but nobody DOES anything about them

Xeno and I will be hanging out. Offline. May 1 through May 4 or 5 or thereabouts. There's a short list of shit we need to do. Most of it's Stuff, some of it's Things, and hopefully we'll have an opportunity to get Lost something fierce.

Doom.

Apparently there's Plans to make Plans to get together to do Stuff. And/or Things. Hopefully both. Stuff, at least.

I'm thinking hill peeing, but that involves going Back. Which, all things considered, would be Fine, assuming the situation is handled carefully.

Which, knowing us, it won't be. We're good about that sort of thing. Guns blazing and all that. I'd prefer Camping of some kind, as it gives us the perfect opportunity to get Lost and gets me the hell out of dodge as well as Xeno the hell out of, well.... whatever he calls it.

Regardless, Doom is flirting with the horizon.

Bitch...

NOW new icon is completed, site redesign approved.

Also, solios said loaf.

ph34r

Phasing in the new mercury UI using LOC as the lab rat. Ugliness will ensue for the next hour or so, followed by a post-op of some kind, after which xeno and I will proceed to remake our icons. Again.

==

Make that two hours. Formatting is complete. Tons of minor revisions and tweaks to the layout, but beyond The Obvious, nothing new. I mean, other than a LOAF I actually like.

These are not the droid's you're looking for. Move along.

Yes yes, it's April Fool's Day, we all get it.

Now- SHUT THE FUCK UP.

/stabby

(courtesy of Jolie)

"My hair is coming out from under my cap. Red hair of an ogre. A wild beast, the newspaper said. A monster. When they come with my dinner I will put the slop bucket over my head and hide behind the door, and that will give them a fright. If they want the monster so badly they ought to be provided with one. I never do such things however. I only consider them. If I did them, they would be sure I had gone mad again. Gone mad is what they say, and sometimes run mad, as if mad is a direction, like west; as if mad is a different house you could step into, or a seperate country entirely. But when you go mad you don't go to any other place, you stay where you are. And somebody else comes in. "

Alias Grace
Margaret Atwood

It destroys one's nerves to be amiable every day to the same human being.
-- Benjamin Disraeli

23:52 < solios> fagbot: doot for thelemites
23:52 < fagbot> HOLY COCKS

Talking much about oneself can also be a means to conceal oneself.

23:00 < @xeno> it's like: bam bam bam de bam bam bam de bam bam| < voice> GARBLEFORK DE GLOM BIP KA FOOG SLAR DEK CABONG| dooble dooble lookatmeimgay da da
23:01 < @xeno> It was doing really well up to the FOOG
23:01 < @xeno> after that it just sucked

See for yourself.

11:16 < solios> I like the update numbering code.
11:16 < solios> day of the year! :D
11:16 < solios> bigger = better
11:16 < solios> :D
11:16 < xeno> yes, but it makes no sense unless you know it's supposed to be day of the year
11:17 < solios> right.
11:17 < solios> dude.
11:17 < solios> LOC makes no sense at ALL unless you're US.
11:17 < solios> and not even then, ever.
11:17 < solios> so.
11:17 < xeno> k

I keep threatening solios with bloggery, but then forget or get sidetracked. So here it is, kinda.

First off, do notice that we once again missed an entire month, and most of another. (November, we're sorry.)

Secondly, new design++

New irc logs for teh funny, and a new thinger in development soon. (I'll update this to reflect that when it's done.)

Lastly, do read the FAQ. If you're confused or lost, it might help you. Just don't expect it to explain this nonsense because, as was pointed out to me yesterday, nothing can.

Fucking A. In no particular order, over the last two and one half hours:

1. Added the author icons back into the individual entries.
2. Fixed up all of the page templates for proper titles.
3. Redid the sidebar so it lists updated sections by day of year and time off of a 24 hour clock. I like the 1337 factor.
3. Added a FAQ and made several entries.
4. Redid my own author icon.
5. Actually made an entry for my author page.

I still need to do something about the sidebar blam. Dunno what.

Xeno's been doing stuff too.

LOC's now matching the new mercury. Feel special.

I'll figure out how to implement some improvements to LOC after I get Viz dealt with.

"Hurricane" Isabel sucked wang. I understand it plowed up some coastline real good, but it didn't do a damn thing here except one strong wind gust that sent my trashcans down the street, and pizzled rain for about 5 minutes. It did fuck up the weather patterns a bit though, so that's been interesting.

In current events, I went to the DMV to renew my license today.

Isabel

As long as I can remember, I've always been fascinated with severe weather. Be it nasty thunderstorms, tornadoes or hurricanes, I always wanted to be right there and out in it. Now it seems I'll have a chance to experience some of the power of a hurricane, landlocked though I might be. Personally, I can't wait.

Then there's this.

Nothing can be said, really. We've lost a fucking icon.

Every man knows he is a sissy compared to Johnny Cash. - Bono

From an interview with Larry King:

Cash: Finally got it right. And I'm pretty well resolved to the fact that that's what it is. And it's a slow process of the nerve endings.

King: No cure?

Cash: No, I don't think so. But that's all right. There's no cure for life either.

Good journey.

See you in a few.

Dammit.

< solios> Also, I got all emo on the smoke deck.
< solios> Dammit.
< Xenothaulus> :)
< Xenothaulus> S'alright
< Xenothaulus> If Johnny Cash can cry, then any man can.
< solios> You know.
< solios> That's a GODDAMNED good point.

First off, new site design > *. K? k.

That out of the way, I just noticed this:

So, last night I had a dream. An LoC dream if there ever was one. I have the dream written out in stream of consciousness form, now I need to figure out how to write it into a cohesive narrative.

Expect the narrative version of the dream in a week or two.

Ahem. s/week/month(s)/ :P

Also, we forgot about July. We're sorry.

So sorry, we offer this as compensation.

Also, I need to categorize things a bit better. :P LOC is scheduled for some lurve here in the not too distant future- in the meantime, it's icon practice. :D

Should be obvious. LOC's pretty much defucked. Or as much as it will/can/should be for the time being. :P

I've been busy.

It's about to become Very Relevant.

Relatively.

We haven't had an update since HAL went ka-bork, so I thought it was high time for one.

First, an explanation for the extended absence. Solios has been working on teh comic and I was busy beta-testing SWG. Go visit the various gaming sites for news about SWG launch day and you'll see which of us was more productive.

So, last night I had a dream. An LoC dream if there ever was one. I have the dream written out in stream of consciousness form, now I need to figure out how to write it into a cohesive narrative.

As for HAL's status, he's fine. I went out and got a new 512M stick and slapped it in there. I'd like to get two more of them, but that requires $$ I don't have.

Expect the narrative version of the dream in a week or two.

I know what I experienced.
I know what I experienced.
I know what I experienced, and I'm not crazy.

Ich brauche Drogen jeden Tag.
Ich brauche Drogen soviel ich mag.
Ich brauche Drogen jeden Tag.
Ich brauche Drogen, dann geht's mir gut.
Ich brauche Drogen jeden Tag.
Ich brauche Drogen, dann fliegt mein Hut.
Mit nichts mein Drogen, dann geht's mir schlecht.
Ich brauche Drogen, sonst töt ich ein Rhinozeros.

We've been busy working.

Very busy...

[17.31.30] < Xenothaulus> solios: link

[17.32.00] < @solios> Xenothaulus: I'll look in a few. I'm getting my Macross on.

[17.41.17] < @solios> I KEEL YOU.
[17.41.20] < @solios> Fuckign link.
[17.42.13] < Xenothaulus> :D
[17.42.26] < Xenothaulus> Soon you will learn not to ever click on a link I send you, just as I have with you.
[17.42.40] < Xenothaulus> You can blame your friendly neighbourhood Robinson for that one.

[17.42.57] < @solios> :X

Looks like Xeno and I are on the same page at this point. The difference, historically, being that I've been extremely productive- but the production has absolutely nothing to do with what I intend to create, which makes it strangely more aggravating.

We're working on it.

If you cross Beavis and Butthead, they will throw down and blow your ass away.

In other news, I went jogging and Xeno discovered VNV Nation. I still win- I've seen them live, and Ronin signed my copy of Future Perfect with an apology for the nervous breakdown his music triggered in late 2k1.

O_O

Things have Happened and have Changed. What was is no longer and what would be might not now.

Give me time I will be clear.
Given time you'll understand
What possesses me to right what you have suffered.
I'm in this mood because of scorn.
I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more and ever onward.

Film at 11.

Outline has been sent out.
Impressions of Atmosphere are a close match unilaretally across three parties, self included. About the only change I would make would be to possibly remove *#.. and replace with "That's All Folks" by Current 93, as it's a practical continuation of Panzer Ruin, which is what kicked this whole thing off.

Yeehaw.

Atmosphere will be delineated in due time.

There was a man of double deed, who sowed his garden full of seed;
When the seed began to grow, 'twas like a garden full of snow;
When the snow began to melt, 'twas like a ship without a belt;
When the ship began to sail, 'twas like a bird without a tail;
When the bird began to fly, 'twas like an eagle in the sky;
When the sky began to roar, twas like a knock upon my door;
When the door began to crack, 'twas like a stick upon my back;
When my back began to smart, 'twas like a penknife in my heart;
And when my heart began to bleed, then I was dead and dead indeed.

Fife (1945)

As for time...

It is.

There was a man, a man indeed; he sowed his garden full of seed;
When the seed began to grow, like a garden full of snow;
When the snow began to melt, like a ship without a belt;
When the ship began to sail, like a bird without a tail;
When the bird began to fly, like a diamond in the sky;
When the sky began to roar, like a lion at my door;
When the door began to crack, like a stick across my back.

Maclagan Games and Diversions of Argyleshire (1901)

I think.

It is Time.

More when I have it.

The Soviets would be doing some big parade thing right now, were they still around. But they're not. So I'm sitting here, with Soul Coughing, Delerium, RSI, IRC, and a nice warmish breeze that smells like spring. At a third past four in the morning.

Once again stuck attempting to capture a moment. Mixed media looks like it's going to be the Only Way. I could bitch about everything I want to do that requires some specific thing I don't have and can't afford. I used to do that a lot, in reference to my skills.

Times change.

Else, why would I be a penciller, inker, writer, video editor, compositor, cinematographer, digital photographer, systems administrator, audio editor, etceteras, etceteras?

Perpetual distraction is the name of the game. Lock down an issue and leave it behind- use distance and time as the resolving factor rather than bothering to explore the underlying nature. Ease of use versus quality results. Lab trials versus field. It's been 7 years since I set that I was going to do a Thing and I have plenty of groundwork and no product. I doubt I have what it takes in the traditional sense, but the ultimate caveate has always been one of source material. I've always been into the weirder shit more than the pedestrian shit, and that's Bad for the most part, considering the extent and the fact that the idea here is to actually make a living being me, telling my story, saying the things I want to say. Fictionally.

Funny. Almost the entire above paragraph was output on the left side of the keyboard. Fingers dancing around in a circle. LOC works into Alias works into Han Dold works into Titanium Dreams becomes Lithium is Aeon. Minus the fact everything I'm outputting goes in a different direction, which is generally unrelated with little common ground.

So it's a bridge, or it's a burn. One or the other. Things seem to be shifting more in a burn direction, with bridge elements. Western Union, if you will. Sitting in between. Hopefully- fucking hopefully - working back towards where things existed around 1997 or so, in which the bulk of creative output existed, unfocused, on one plane.

Whee fun.

Tis the season for taking care of the Old Moldy business- things left unadressed. Explains why gender dysphoria bit me in the ass again, though to be honest it's more of a nibble. Explains LOC focus and design work. Explains the fact that it is five am, and I am listening to Los Angeles. Explains a lot, really. Even the resurgance in video games.

Narrowing the focus, and thinking about Things from an angle I haven't thought along in years. Since West End. Since the 20th century. Possibly earlier. Since Ever.

Great. New view. Closer this time around than last. Xeno's 25 today. I have exactly 50 days to meet my own personal deadline. Starting this shit in my 23rd year, which is running out fast.

From Pittsburgh, good morning.

Turn 25 in less than 4 hours. Quarter of a century. That's pretty fucked up right there. For more see here.

Also, danced with a train tonight. I won.

Figures.

There's an illustration of Thad and Ornix up on DeviantArt. If you're so inclined, be warned- the site has been accurately described as "slower than a slug on ketamine."

Xenothaulus's lack of comment on this pretty much sums up how I feel about it. Fortunately, the subject matter is circa 1996 or so, when I flavored bigass raver shorts. Since I'm reaching back into the mists of time here, I figure I can write off suck in just about any way I please. Nevermind the fact that I really need to draw more and have never, ever drawn Ornix until now. Ever.

I have more illustration work tentatively planned- things a bit more current, which means, hypothetically, not as much suck. Since Xeno and I are no longer in the same county, I'll be spared the rush of doing a double composite pencil illustration again any time soon, which is probably a Good Thing.

I've made several changes to MT, and plan on making one or two more. The major round of alterations has consisted of breaking down the output section into component entities. Output is now any actual content we develope; material has become development and is anything that pertains to the background of the project. Anything else should be self explanatory.

To counteract either my own lack of MT fu or MT's lack of fu, I've added a "filing status" line to the content browsing- this retains the previous and next while making it completely, mindbogglingly clear what section the bit you're looking at is from. Looks decent.

The site is still in flux, but it's smoothing out and slowing down to a manageable pace. I should hopefully get to the illustrations I'd like to do at some point this week- something neato should come of that.

==

Update: I made a box. It cages title, author and timestamp on the front page, and same information plus the relevant section filing in the output pages. Brings things together nicely, if you ask me. Makes the delineation between content and headers pretty damned obvious.

I've also finished fiddlefucking the sidebar for the time being- it now auto-lists the last two items subbed to the development section of the site, and there's an MT container lying in wait to gleefully announce the first output submission, whenever that happens. O_o

Weird. Even if it's just site tweaking and blog slumming, it feels like LOC is finally starting to move somewhere.

i'm revising the sidebar to make life easier. Basically, we won't need to be reporting updates to the main content here, because you'll be able to see them over there. Neat, huh?

I'm also going to go ahead and restructure the main navigation by adding a few pages and breaking everything down into one main page per section, which seems like a moderately sane way of doing things, if you ask me. This will involve working some filters on the sidebar updater flangus, as I plan on forking things a bit further. There are, basically, five areas to this blogthingy:

1. The log, in which we get to be 1337. Displayed as a wad on the front page and accessable in list form as well.

2. Relative, which is things that aren't LOC but are more LOC than anything else. More or less.

3. Past Tense, which is all of the old shit developed for LOC, which is more or less about as done as it's going to get for the time being, until I dig up the original poem I wrote and "Stranger Things", which is a nonsequel.

4. Material. Which was intended to be actual work output, but has turned into a big development bin. EG, the things in material work to describe LOC in some capacity, but aren't actual Content in the sense of writing, poetry, artwork, etceteras.

Which means I'll be adding:

5. Content (or something of a similar name) which would for all intents and purposes be a happy little box of love for any actual output. If there ever is any. Meaning Actual Fiction.

Woop.

The other idea will be to either axe the prev/next and/or see how feasable it is to add links of section output to the sidebar on a relative case basis.

Post technological fantasy environment: check.
Bug hunting: check.
Slight design tweaks to front page: in progress.
Substantial content of Actual Relevance (relative): still in hiding.

Fantastic.

All together.

I'm thinking of peeling of and extending "output", but there's not quite enough to warrant it yet. Not now. Soon.

New design, as you can see, has been approved and implemented. Enjoy. Or not. It's ours, see, so we don't care what you think.

Well, the design's been approved. Basically. I still need to make a link button thinger and beat on the CSS so it looks unass. Sometime this week.

And stuff.

This post is really just an excuse for the title. No kidding.

I was hoping you might change your mind.

I certianly change mine enough.

Mercury is in retrograde, I'm looking at blowing out my living arrangements for july, and I have an on-paper, on-file redesign of the LOC blog. Nothing stupendously earth shattering, mind you. Simple. Aesthetically pleasing. Just need to cut it up and whack a template together.

And I have a PSone. It's a cute little bastard.

Seems timely.

We've been busy.

Or, as is traditionally the case, bored out of our skulls in the right way at the right time.

Selah.

15:26 < Xenothaulus> eek
15:35 < Xenothaulus> Know if there is any messaging programs that will allow mac and windows users to voice to each other?
15:35 < Xenothaulus> YIM doesn't, and apparently AIM doesn't either.
15:53 < solios> I.
15:53 < solios> Am playing Belinda Carlisle's "Heaven is a place on earth".
16:03 < Xenothaulus> ...
16:03 < Xenothaulus> That doesn't answer my question...
16:03 < Xenothaulus> Kasha says KICKASS!
16:09 < Xenothaulus> Dan, Mac have anything compatible with MS NetMeeting?
16:11 < Xenothaulus> Nm, I googled.
16:11 < Xenothaulus> And the answer is a resounding FUCK YOU FOR ASKING

No, really.

I do.

Honest.

Also, yes. The Unspeakable One speaks again. From Pittsburgh by way of Philadelphia, good evening.

Happy mindbending.

No updates for a while, which I'm told has something to do with Hastur taking a vacation. And when he came back, Movable Type was in a snit for a bit (he-he), so that further delayed the update process.

However, we're back, and, um, we're bad. Still. And Stuff.

"Where are your weapons of mass destruction?"
"We don't have any."
"Well, prove it, because we can't find any."
"That's because we don't have any."
"Well why can't we find them then?"
"... You know, we really wish we did, we'd show them to you, right up close."
"Right, well, we're going to have to attack you then."

I'm sorry, but the US administration has the worst fucking excuse for going to war, ever. If Bush and the rest of his warmongering cronies had come out and said right away, "We want to depose Saddam Hussein, he's an evil tyrannt who tortures the citizens under his thumb yada yada yada," I may have felt differently. Probably not, as 1. war is the ugliest thing imaginable and 2. it's not our fucking problem. However, the current excuse of imagined banned weapons completely infuriates me.

Also the fact that the current US administration completely ignores world opinion, and the opinions of its own people, and does what ever it wants makes me embarrassed and ashamed to live here...

I've said this elsewhere, but I felt the need to say it here as well.

--
"War is war... and anyone who ascribes virtue to its practice is a liar." - John Gideon, Kindred

16:32 < Xenothaulus> Um, you're talking to the Poo Fucking Master. Don't tell me about poo man.
16:32 < Xenothaulus> ...
16:32 < Xenothaulus> No I didn't.
16:33 < solios> Yes, you did.
16:34 < solios> Dude, I had no idea.
16:35 < Xenothaulus> I hate you.

stop.

19:10 < Xenothaulus> I just got impaled
19:10 < Xenothaulus> By POO!
19:11 < Xenothaulus> Steven just assblasted me into next week.
19:11 < Xenothaulus> He's been cranky all day, and I was thinking maybe it was his belly.
19:11 < Xenothaulus> So I was holding him and rubbing his stomach like Kasha
taught me, and all of a sudden his tummy tightened up and then BLOOMF!
19:11 < Xenothaulus> Billowed his pant legs man.
19:12 * Xenothaulus bows to the Power o' Steven
19:12 < Xenothaulus> Completely drenched my shirt and my lap
19:12 < solios> dude.
19:12 < solios> it's genetic.
19:12 < Xenothaulus> :D
19:12 < solios> HE HAS ASS POWAH!
19:12 < solios> You must teach him to control his power.
19:12 < Xenothaulus> Behold, the power of ASS.
19:12 < Xenothaulus> Yes.
19:13 < solios> And to use it only to influence weather patterns.
19:13 < Xenothaulus> I shall endeavour to do so.
19:13 < Xenothaulus> No, I already do that.
19:13 < Xenothaulus> He needs to find a different use for it.
19:13 < solios> hm.
19:13 < Xenothaulus> I'm thinking something Gambit like
19:13 < solios> earthquake generation?
19:13 < solios> balisstic?
19:13 < solios> ballistic, even.
19:13 < Xenothaulus> exactly
19:13 < Xenothaulus> Explosive even
19:14 < Xenothaulus> ready, aim, fire, that sort of thing
19:14 < solios> You must teach him the Overlord Buttblow.
19:14 < Xenothaulus> ...
19:14 < Xenothaulus> Um... it's genetic
19:14 < solios> It is your greatest technique.
19:14 < Xenothaulus> I goddamn invented it.
19:14 < Xenothaulus> All they did is write about it.
19:16 < Xenothaulus> child's play
19:16 < Xenothaulus> I can do whole forests.
19:16 < Xenothaulus> With the PRELINGERANCE.
19:16 < Xenothaulus> Know that place in Siberia?
19:16 < solios> The swamp behind my hosue doesn't count.
19:16 < Xenothaulus> That was nothing.
19:16 < solios> It's been prelingering since you were four.
19:17 < Xenothaulus> see?
19:17 < solios> dude.
19:17 < Xenothaulus> When he can MELT his living room furniture, from here, two hours ago, then I'll be impressed.
19:17 < solios> I think Dave had the edge on prelingering.
19:17 < solios> Or post lingering anyway.
19:17 < Xenothaulus> Um... Dave.
19:17 < solios> Like this:
19:17 < Xenothaulus> He WAS a prelinger.
19:17 < solios> < dave> BRUMP!
19:17 < solios> ten days later:
19:17 < solios> < liberty> OMFG!
19:17 < Xenothaulus> Brump brump brump brump...
19:17 < solios> * liberty dies.
19:18 < Xenothaulus> you forgot the echoes
19:18 < solios> no, I didn't.
19:18 < solios> I can still hear them.
19:18 < Xenothaulus> yooasdfl;kjasdflkj
19:18 < Xenothaulus> ROFL
19:18 < Xenothaulus> oh yeah
19:19 < solios> actually.
19:19 < solios> Dave doesn't count.
19:20 < solios> That's like crediting uranium with radiation.
19:20 < solios> skankass isn't ass fu.
19:24 < solios> ASSHOLE LA MIO!
19:26 < solios> damned echos.

13:57 < Xenothaulus> You give me scotch with some coffee in it and I turn into a regular comedienne
13:57 < Xenothaulus> yeah
13:57 < solios> woo!
13:58 < Xenothaulus> ...
13:58 < Xenothaulus> did I just say comedienne?
13:59 < solios> Yeah.
13:59 < Xenothaulus> Yeah.
13:59 < solios> Get your penis out of the refridgerator.
13:59 < solios> Smack it back on.
13:59 < Xenothaulus> No way man. It likes it in there.

"He has revolted. Resisted. Fought. Held fast. Maintained. Destroyed resistence. Overcome coercion. The right to be person, someone or individual." We applaud his private war, and concede that despite materialistic efforts, he has survived intact and secure!"
--The President; Fall Out

We're getting there.

I still refuse to be categorized, and spit upon those who would categorize themselves. I've been clawing my way up and out for years and I'm not going to stop until I'm clear. My current project is drawing links between LOC and other efforts, which is something I've expected.

When a man dumps his innermost secrets out into the public eye of his own volition, one must wonder- what does he hold in reserve? By being so open, what does he seek to hide from the eyes of others... or even himself?

From Pittsburgh, good night.

First read this.

Now I'd like to make a personal observation on said topic:

When do right, no can defense.

You do not know me.

01:13 * solios wins.
01:13 < Xenothaulus> by a landslide
01:14 < solios> http://mercury.mirrorshades.org/archives/000052.php
01:15 < Xenothaulus> lol
01:15 < solios> reload. :>
01:16 < Xenothaulus> I am currently a glass of beer
01:16 < Xenothaulus> http://xeno