Sunday, August 10, 2008
What the flying fuck?
It still doesn't change on the main page even after I've edited my profile n' shiz. What fucking gives? O_o
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Spreading the anarchy elsewhere.
The one permanence
Tearing down all that exists
A beast known as change
Due to circumstances beyond the control of they who wished for it not to happen, I ended up making an LJ account. My insane ramblings online shall henceforth be continued at the LJ.
This does not mean, however, that I am abandoning this blog entirely...unless I find a way to have a tagboard on the LJ, in which case you can consider the Blog of Vile Darkness dead on the day that such a thing happens.
There will be no regrets, no ramblings, no melodramatic goodbyes. This blog's seen its share of great and crap entries, and to write off about it in a goodbye post would be too time-consuming.
Unrelated to my LJ, I'd like to invite all of you to play MonstersGame over here. It's a funky browser-based online RPG about werewolves vs. vampires. I've joined up with the bloodsuckers. Death to the furballs!
Tearing down all that exists
A beast known as change
Due to circumstances beyond the control of they who wished for it not to happen, I ended up making an LJ account. My insane ramblings online shall henceforth be continued at the LJ.
This does not mean, however, that I am abandoning this blog entirely...unless I find a way to have a tagboard on the LJ, in which case you can consider the Blog of Vile Darkness dead on the day that such a thing happens.
There will be no regrets, no ramblings, no melodramatic goodbyes. This blog's seen its share of great and crap entries, and to write off about it in a goodbye post would be too time-consuming.
Unrelated to my LJ, I'd like to invite all of you to play MonstersGame over here. It's a funky browser-based online RPG about werewolves vs. vampires. I've joined up with the bloodsuckers. Death to the furballs!
Monday, May 15, 2006
Tribute to La Mama
For dearest Mother
To whom I owe everything
I give a tribute
Well, it was mother's day yesterday. I intended to make a little tribute post, but a somewhat busy sched prevented me from doing so. Thus, my mother's day post is a day late.
I can't say I've been the best of sons in recent months, and the people I've been around know that as a fact. All I can truly do as my personal tribute is write. And so I put up on the blog a poem I wrote for Mother Dearest, which my brother and I put on a little handmade mother's day card.
Mothers are people who labor
To give the precious gift of life
Mothers are ones who suffer
For nine arduous months, that one may be born
Mothers are destined to toil
To sustain that one life to the end
If fate would have it, mothers toil even more
For more than one life, more than one blessing
Sharing the gift of life with all she meets,
Reminding those she cares for just how precious they are
A boon from the powers up above
Mothers toil for three hundred sixty-five days a year
We are asked to remember them for only one
To a mother who's been the best of the best
Wishes of a very happy Mother's Day
For being the reason that we are who we are
No amount of poetic mumbo-jumbo can possibly make up for all the times I've given my mother reason to cry and scream and shout, but for just one moment I'd like to make my appreciation for her sincere. To the woman who's taught me everything in life that counts, a heartfelt thank you.
To whom I owe everything
I give a tribute
Well, it was mother's day yesterday. I intended to make a little tribute post, but a somewhat busy sched prevented me from doing so. Thus, my mother's day post is a day late.
I can't say I've been the best of sons in recent months, and the people I've been around know that as a fact. All I can truly do as my personal tribute is write. And so I put up on the blog a poem I wrote for Mother Dearest, which my brother and I put on a little handmade mother's day card.
Mothers are people who labor
To give the precious gift of life
Mothers are ones who suffer
For nine arduous months, that one may be born
Mothers are destined to toil
To sustain that one life to the end
If fate would have it, mothers toil even more
For more than one life, more than one blessing
Sharing the gift of life with all she meets,
Reminding those she cares for just how precious they are
A boon from the powers up above
Mothers toil for three hundred sixty-five days a year
We are asked to remember them for only one
To a mother who's been the best of the best
Wishes of a very happy Mother's Day
For being the reason that we are who we are
No amount of poetic mumbo-jumbo can possibly make up for all the times I've given my mother reason to cry and scream and shout, but for just one moment I'd like to make my appreciation for her sincere. To the woman who's taught me everything in life that counts, a heartfelt thank you.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Lockdown.
The night air grows still
I stare blankly into space
Slumber consumes me
Just a little announcement. By parental decree (which is equivalent to law in our household), all internet usage at night here in our house has been banned, in favor of making the phone available for calls. What does this mean? None of you will be seeing me online for a period of time that will range from a week up to whenever. If y'all are looking to contact me, my phone's always open.
Gonna be quite a change of routine on my part. Am I enraged? Am I bitter? Of course not. I consider myself mature enough not to throw a fit when something my parents do screws around with things I like to do. It'd be just stupid to have this post degrade into just another one of those bits of rantage one how some curfew or new rule is a major letdown, piss-off or what have you.
As I said above, anyone looking to contact me after dark will have to either text, call or come to me personally. Just a little change in means of communication, that's all.
Hopefully this change isn't permanent. Then again, maybe I'll learn to enjoy not going online at night.
I stare blankly into space
Slumber consumes me
Just a little announcement. By parental decree (which is equivalent to law in our household), all internet usage at night here in our house has been banned, in favor of making the phone available for calls. What does this mean? None of you will be seeing me online for a period of time that will range from a week up to whenever. If y'all are looking to contact me, my phone's always open.
Gonna be quite a change of routine on my part. Am I enraged? Am I bitter? Of course not. I consider myself mature enough not to throw a fit when something my parents do screws around with things I like to do. It'd be just stupid to have this post degrade into just another one of those bits of rantage one how some curfew or new rule is a major letdown, piss-off or what have you.
As I said above, anyone looking to contact me after dark will have to either text, call or come to me personally. Just a little change in means of communication, that's all.
Hopefully this change isn't permanent. Then again, maybe I'll learn to enjoy not going online at night.
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