Lonnehart

bravo1102

Lonnehart
Seriously… do the Marines keep cranking out these workaholics on purpose?!? I guess I'll never know for sure…

All branches of the military keep cranking them out not just Uncle Sam's Misguided Children. It's called NCO career development. ;)

And they're apparently trained to intensely dislike army guys. Yeah… getting thrown out a bar window by a drunken marine was sure a fun way to get to know them. -_-

They reserve their true venom for the Navy. Fortunately, they tolerate tankers and infantrymen bacause we have the same mental problems they do. In fact it is not uncommon for a former Marine to become an Army tanker.

lonneheart
Wow… I guess my insanity is finally going to intensify or something. Thought pops into my head that having a “Yandere” girlfriend would be fun. You know… the kind of girl who's crazy for you…. REALLY CRAZY for YOU.

I had a relationship with one and she tried to kill me. Usually someone with that kind of OCD are often bipolar. So she goes into a manic episode to kill me, I stop her, she goes into depression and typcially forgets everything that happened in the manic episode and we went back to being friends. Reality is not like movies.

I married a woman who is crazy about me and showers me in kisses and hugs whenever she can. And I know I'd be dead if I ever tried to leave. I have no intention of leaving. I'm too happy.

Remember what silent Bob said, “There's a million fine looking women in the world, dude. But, they don't all bring you lasagna at work. Most of ‘em just cheat on you.”

If a “Yandere” will bring me lasagna at work and not cheat on me, I’m there.

And then there's the oral sex when I come home from work everyday. :)

Bravo
If a “Yandere” will bring me lasagna at work and not cheat on me, I'm there.

And then there's the oral sex when I come home from work everyday.

WOAH. WOAH. WOAH.





SHE DOESN'T ALREADY BRING YOU LASAGNA?! NOT EVEN A SANDWICH!?

That sucks!

EDIT: Never mind, I thought you were talkin' about your REAL spouse and I was like “WOAH!” as you can see. Now I learn that its actually some obsessive girl in anime who'll kill you if you cheat.

NOW I see.

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Did some coding for the first time in my life to change the layout of my comic (yeah, yeah, I know the switch is coming in July and I'll probably lose it, but whatever).

Considering I have never before done HTML coding in my life, I thought I did a pretty solid first effort without any know how. Took me forever of course, because I'm such a noob. Ah well, I'll probably get better at it later on.

bravo1102
If a “Yandere” will bring me lasagna at work and not cheat on me, I'm there.

And then there's the oral sex when I come home from work everyday. :)

Here's the thing about Yandere types (yes… it's an Anime type character)… she'll do ANYTHING for you. The price you pay? You can't pay any attention to anyone else… well… at least with the extreme Yanderes. Not even your own children with them are safe from their murderous tendencies. Basically anything that detracts from your attention to them will be seen as an obstacle to your love that has to be removed. Yes… Yanderes are very crazy…

Yes… Aze Crazy Yanderes though they're not really limited to axes. A simple pencil will do sometimes…

TMI -_o

OnlyFoolsAndVikings

Oz
Plus, airport staff in both Australia and the US seem rather dim. Mostly.

I can't imagine it's a very rewarding or intersting job asking if people have any mangoes they'd like to declare.

Perhaps. Maybe they deal with so many horrible and annoying people asking them silly stuff constantly that they retreat into their shells a bit. I will give them the benifit of the doubt :)

That's pretty much what I thought, that and “procedure” eliminating the need for thinking for themselves.

ozoneocean
Perhaps. Maybe they deal with so many horrible and annoying people asking them silly stuff constantly that they retreat into their shells a bit. I will give them the benifit of the doubt :)

Is that a personal jibe at me? Because I swear, I only asked if he'd found any bombs a couple of times and I only threw a mango at him once!

OnlyFoolsAndVikings

ozoneocean
Perhaps. Maybe they deal with so many horrible and annoying people asking them silly stuff constantly that they retreat into their shells a bit. I will give them the benifit of the doubt :)

Is that a personal jibe at me? Because I swear, I only asked if he'd found any bombs a couple of times and I only threw a mango at him once!

It was the fake mustache and monocle that threw him off. They're taught to distrust people in disguise as smugglers.

Besides you're a cute blonde so they love giving you problems and hope you'll give them an excuse for “enhanced” search techniques.

I know TSA and customs guys. They're sick and bored.

OnlyFoolsAndVikings
Is that a personal jibe at me? Because I swear, I only asked if he'd found any bombs a couple of times and I only threw a mango at him once!

LOL! Not at all…
I actually wrote something describing what I thought of the airport staff I'd encountered and speculated why they might be that way… Then re-read it and though it sounded way too mean and uncharitable, so I wrote that instead :)

But yeah, stop smuggling endangered nuclear cocaine parrot bombs down your pants!

do i finish the pages that editor guy is brethin down my neck for, or do i paint the hallway like my superior occifer tells me to? do i want some cash, or do i want to survive the weekend? this is a forgone collusion natch, but pretendin i hav a choice give me some false sense of self determinisation, without the consequenses that come along withit

So I decided to sell two somewhat rareish comics. Not THAT rare but usually they go for pretty high prices as they're out of print. I checked the prices, lowered mine about 20% compared to the next lowest one, put it up for sale.

Couple of days later I see that the interest suddenly dropped and if one person clicks the auction in the day, that's it basically.

Comes out someone took the same two comics PLUS a third one by the same creator and set the “buy now” price SLIGHTLY lower than mine AND on top of that added the normal auction option.

So now until someone dives in and snatches that one with the Buy Now option, no one will pay any attention to mine. Goddamit!

And I won't have the time to throw it up for sale again anyway :/

After a year and a half just about, I've finally got my press set up in the “studio”. (Which is always what it's been called, nevermind the fact that it served mostly as storage.)

We've been working on clearing it this past week or so, got a couple days' work put in. There's progress being made- all my art supplies are up on shelves, the press is on its table and put together, my flat files and portfolios are organized, and we've gone through a bajillion boxes and sorted stuff out into keep/throw away/give away piles- but it's frustrating because it just appears that the junk shifts around to different halves of the room.

Congrats HH! I hope to see more amazing prints coming out of your studio soon. The world has been deprived for far too long.

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Oh dear… Over 2 and a half hours waiting on the phone to the airline to straighten out issues with tickets and then I hung up. Now I'm trying again. Gahhhh!!!!
I spent over two hours doing the same thing yesterday, but I got through then. Now I find they've buggered something ELSE up. Morons. At least I got through that time.

i don't hate the TSA, or the shoe clerks or anyone else. i hate the process of flying. I fly often with the military. but there, i'm part of the crew. I'm often told what's going on with the aircraft, i can get up and find what's going on… when you hear bumps bangs or whatever, i trust that i will shortly know what's going on. and i never worry about it.
You tell the average joe what's going on, and they'll panic regardless. What i hate is on commercial flights, that thump i know is fuel pumps changing, may not be fuel pumps changing. with no information from the pilots, that could be us contacting another plane. physically. and probably it's trust issues. I work every day with the pilots here, i know who to avoid and who's the smartest. airlines just give me whoever….
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i just spent the last half hour repacking a couple bags, because one was extremely light, and the other really heavy. i'll let you guys know around midnight if i'm still alive.

Pff, got to do a bunch of drunk duck work tonight. :[ Stuff I've been putting off all week but I really don't want to have to do it on the weekend so that means I have to do it probably tonight, since tomorrow is recording and Friday is the weekend. woooork, for youuuuu

VOTE FOR MAFIA GM

Whether it be me or not, I'd still like to see a bunch of old players return. ESPECIALLY if I win.

/shameless plug

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It's actually quite funny when my brother actually gets caught doing something he shouldn't, he never does.

So when he does get screamed at and asks me why I always tell him the exact reason:

“Because you're a dick, Mike.”

I wonder if he knows I'm being serious.

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I'm trying to lose weight this summer but so far all I've done is eat junk and lay around all day.

I am taking walks and stuff but the chances I lose anything are low as all hell.

Gain is high but that's not exactly a good thing.

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On that note I'm gonna go eat some ice cream.

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On that note, vote pro 1337!

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Or check my YouTube and email Iamthe1337master@aim.com!

I Am The 1337 Master
I'm trying to lose weight this summer but so far all I've done is eat junk and lay around all day.

I am taking walks and stuff but the chances I lose anything are low as all hell.

Gain is high but that's not exactly a good thing.

primal diet.

Ugh… I feel like crying allofasudden. That's what I get for chopping the onions I used to make this morning's breakfast omlette.

*sigh*

Now I'm starting to think of what it would be like to cook for someone else for a change if only for them to comment on how bad my cooking was. Oh, well…

I wonder what it must be like for people to deal with a bad breakup due to one partner cheating. I guess feeling used and betrayed would be among those feelings. heh… this is what I get for catching an episode of Cheaters on TV. Of course “cheating” seems to be biologically programmed. Well… that's what a documentary on The Discovery Channel says. It examined a case where a husband found that his wife had been “gene shopping” while they were married. One of their children was diagnosed with a rare genetic disease that becomes active when recieved from both parents. The man's wife was the carrier, but he wasn't. She didn't have a choice but to admit to him how she shopped around. Poor guy must've felt really bad when they gene tested all six of their children only to find that his only biological child was his daughter. I guess things work this way… a woman entices a man who she knows would make a good father, then goes out and visits men with stronger, more vigorous genes so her children will have a great chance at life.

Okay… you can call me out on this. I'm no biologist and sex is a field I have only outsider experience in (someone who's looking at the subject from the outside instead of experiencing it for him/herself). Oh… and one more thing…

I'm still an idiot…

*I probably shouldn't call myself that… I'm insulting idiots everwhere when I do…*

bravo1102
It was the fake mustache and monocle that threw him off. They're taught to distrust people in disguise as smugglers.

Besides you're a cute blonde so they love giving you problems and hope you'll give them an excuse for “enhanced” search techniques.

I know TSA and customs guys. They're sick and bored.

Safe to say I'm going to pack more mangoes to throw atthem if they're thinking about doing a cavity search. I will also need to practice on my screaming for help.

ozoneocean
But yeah, stop smuggling endangered nuclear cocaine parrot bombs down your pants!

I can't promise I'll try, but I will try to try. :)

There are a lot of things I could say about cheating, but it would probably make everyone hate me. I am a sociopath, after all.
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Been drawing a lot more lately. Trying to slowly ease my attention span back into being able to seriously work on projects. With the end goal in mind being starting the comic back up. I don't know if it's my meds, or if I'm just fallen out of practice or lapsed in discipline or I have way more going on in my life now or whatever, but it's very hard for me to concentrate like I used to. I would probably murder someone for an Aderol script. But then again- SOCIOPATH!

So I guess with my programming lessons (which I'm teaching to myself via all the help files on DBPro's site) I'll try to tackle to game types at once. Shooters and Visual Novels (not to be confused with Dating Sims, though they're somewhat similar). Both will be hard as I have to learn how to compile resource files (which hold all the graphics, sounds, and other stuff). Once I've learned how to make an editor program games will be easy to make. Luckily I bought my copy of DBPro so if I make a game I can sell it. You can get it for free, but you can't sell anything made with it unless you like to be sued… or something (not sure how that works). :)

we could never think less of anyone hyena. we're all evil in different areas…

and who hasn't cheated?? I'm not saying that i have…i'm just saying you'd be hard pressed to find someone who hasn't.
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Obviously i did not die. The flight from home to dallas actually took off and landed way early. then we got lost in DFW. that place is huge. then the flight was already delayed when we landed (luckily for us). then it was an hour late, but the pilots put it to ridiculous speed, and we landed only 35 minutes late.
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goddammit everyone's snoring like a whale. fuck sleep.

Someone
Ugh… I feel like crying allofasudden.

HUH!! Ohmygod, what's wro–

Someone
That's what I get for chopping the onions I used to make this morning's breakfast omlette.

Oh.

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Went on an English Excursion today to the Sydney Jewish Museum, since we're currently studying Shindler's List. It's located in a rather seedy part of Sydney called The Cross (Okay, so its called Kings Cross, but I dind't want any english people to get confused) Its reknowned for being the sleezy end of town with lots of druggies and sex shops, and used to be a hold for organised crime back in the day.

I saw a prostitute without any pants, and just a trench coat on, and scabby stuff all around her mouth, just wandering around in heels…

I laughed, but then kind of felt bad for her.

Moving along, the Jewish museum was very moving as well as very depressing, partiuclarly when we were talked to by a Holocaust survivor who had been in the presence of Dr. Mengele in Auschwitz. There were some stupid people who asked very stupid questions to the woman, one girl goes: “So like, why didn't the jews try to escape?” and another went: “What was the worst thing you saw there?”

Ugh! Idiots!

Heh… that was a very large onion I chopped. I should've taken full precautions against it… goggles, gloves, full hazmat NBC gear…

Wow… neighbor gave me a full bucket of cookies. The M.Y. Sand Happytime Assortment bucket. Basically he bought too many of the things for his party last night and he's trying to get rid of a few. Lucky for me he gave me the last one. It'll be nice to have something to snack on at work…

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Now I'm curious, OVAF. What questions did you ask while on your trip?

Those security inspections are a system designed by idiots for idiots. I've been reverse profiled. My wife with all the screws and bolts in her back has to get the pat-down, so I get it too because they know I'm not carrying anything.

What they can't find or don't think is threatening won't hurt them. Others I can't vouch for. Depends on how unreasonable I feel someone is being.

As for screaming for help? Your screams won't save you… bruhahahahaha! Call a lawyer!

Lonnehart
Now I'm curious, OFAV. What questions did you ask while on your trip?

Me, personally?

I only asked the lady one question, which was “After returning to Czechoslovakia, what did you do? Where did you go from there?”

I asked because she said she has lost her family, and she was my age at the time but was returned home by the British nonetheless, so I was wondering who she lived with after that. She relied on the kindness of strangers and then eventually came out to Australia to start anew. I didn't really want to ask any other questions, mainly because I didn't want to upset or offend her, because she had been through so much during the War.

But some of the other people just asked without thinking, when the girl asked “What was the wrose thing you saw there?” The lady paused, and she looked as though she was about to cry before she answered.

But I spoke to her afterwards and thanked her for sharing her story with us and what a privilage it was to listen, she seemed really to appriciate that.

As some of you might remember my grandma passed away recently and I was forced to do some traveling. We had to buy our tickets just a few nights before, so (in order to afford them) we had two connections in between point A and point B.

I had a newborn in my lap, a one year old in the seat next to me and a two year old on the other side. For twelve hours total. It was….hellacious. I'm not going to relive it all with you, suffice it to say – I wouldn't do it again for a million dollars.

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I hate my washing machine and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual. No matter how carefully I pack it, the load is always, inevitably unbalanced. That telltale THUMP THUMP THUMP will start up and the kids will all run to me shreiking “The monster! The monster!”.

And every single time I sit and wait thinking “Just give it a second, it'll correct itself”. And every single time I'll wait and wait and finally give up and walk into the laundry room intending to repack the washing machine and ALWAYS, right as my hand is about to lift the lid? It fixes itself.

It waits. It waits for me to get up and walk in there.

So today is my 18th birthday, a time when I should definitely become more mature!

In other news I got a temp tattoo of a T-rex, so fucking cool!!!

Click it for a shot of Coyote laughing at it, eheheheh isn't that so neat!

Yep, today I am a man…

Happy birthday Crocty! Incidentally, today is my dad's 50th birthday. Lots of important milestones today. :D

The sobriety thing? Not going so well. But the saving money thing had a small victory this morning when I kicked everyone's ass at dice and walked out of the bar with more money than I walked in with. Today's lesson? Uh… if you're gonna be a scumbag shooting dice in the back of the bar at 5:30 in the morning, at least be the king of the scumbags shooting dice in the back of the bar at 5:30 in the morning. Yeah. We're gonna go with that.

OnlyFoolsAndVikings
Moving along, the Jewish museum was very moving as well as very depressing

When I was in high school I lived near Washington DC and the big Holocaust museum there had just been built. first we went there as a family, then we had two school trips there, then a relative came to visit and that was one of the places they wanted to go. Then another relative came and wanted to go there and I was like NO, I AM NEVER GOING AGAIN because my feelings toward it had changed from respectful to depressed/bored. Anyway they went there, I walked down the street and ate a giant pretzel and looked at dino skeletons.

AND I NEVER DID GO THERE AGAIN