Home, Empty House and Nature’s Tinsel

So, I have the house in Roch to myself tonight, none of my friends are home, but I have made a discovery. If you are a crazy person who possesses diverse personality traits and a lot of alcohol, you can turn up the TV and/or your iTunes, and you have a one-person party. It’s like the different traits are doin different shit like different people at a party. Best part, the asshole traits haven’t showed up yet.

Also, love having a dad who’s a computer engineer. Found a bunch o shit that ain’t being used anymore, including lots of old, but still functional computer speakers.

Also, go outside for a cigarette (hand-rolled cause I’m an elitist like that and I want to minimize the varieties of cancer I’m risking) and I went over by our little pine grove. We had one of those thick winter fogs today, and the needles all had thick coats of frost. I couldn’t take a picture, because I lost my camera this past summer, but let me just tell you:

Tinsel ain’t got shit on genuine frost-covered pine! It’s fuckin beautiful.

Ooh, hey, whiskey.

My simple review of “New Moon”

It’s been over a month since I saw the movie but…

Holy shit, Edward! Are weight benches like stakes to the heart or something? From one out of shape skinny bitch to another, you need some sun and a gym membership. You’re competition is Jacob, and shit, I’m a heterosexual male, and even I wanted to squeeze him. I think the girls will find those muscles more impressive than sparkley skin.

And Bella, get a fuckin shrink. Y’know, I’m on this shit called Cytalopram, you should maybe check it out.

Alice, even if you are prejudiced [or allegorically racist] against the wolves, keep doing what you’re doing sweet stuff.

I Posted My Comic!

I finally made it digital! It’s on now and I have it here on WordPress at Dr. MacAubrey’s Nerdery.

It’s a bit weird right now, and it’s sloppy-looking, but hey, it’s there.

So Obama is Like Hitler?

So, I know I talk about politics too much, but really, anyone who talks about politics probably talks about it too much.

The conservatives and the Fox News people — I’m sorry that was redundant — have been comparing Obama to Hitler the last few months. I’m just watching the Daily Show now (I shouldn’t, I’m gonna grow up to be some obnoxious pundit who contributes nothing to society). I’m seeing something about these people. Let’s compare.

Blaaaaaaaaaah

I have the house to myself tonight. Most of the roommates are off at home and one is gone for the night. Partaaaaaaaaay! Except I don’t really know many people here. Oh, well I should read for my classes. And I should fill out a job application. And maybe draw.

I’m trying to figure out photoshop right now. I think I’m going to start a webcomic. Not really for much attention; more just to keep myself from thinking. Already have a panel drawn.

Oh, I should schedule an appointment with the headshrinker.

Happy note: veggie chili is awesome! Better than real chili.

Up and Down Like a Good Little Crazy Person

I am currently sitting down after some homework today to a movie. Did you know Drinky McJew-Hater– I mean Mel Gibson was in a movie version of Hamlet? I just saw a very awkward kiss between Glenn Close and some dude. And Gibson sounds very silly when reciting shakespeare for more than a sentence or two. It should prove to be most delightfully ridiculous.

Speaking of crazy people: I finally got in to see a shrink. I was in an oddly good mood while there, and I like my shrink. He talked to me in neurological terms instead of psychological terms, which I prefer. I know that I’m not supposed to think the stupid thoughts I do and that I have no real reason to feel the bad things I feel, but I do and I can’t help it because that’s just what my brain cells are doing. He put me on some medications and all that. He also had some really interesting theories about endorphin stimulation and mildly dissociative behavior. The next day I was feeling pretty down, and I don’t know why. I’m not going to blame the SSRIs since I had just literally started taking them, and I doubt 10 mg of Citalopram would have such immediate adverse effects. So, yeah, ups and downs.

Holy shit! Ophelia is Helena Bonham Carter! Crazy People! Haha, a priest just said “No tongue”.

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Happy Update: I made delicious raspberry muffins this weekend from a great vegan recipe, using wild berries (cuz I’m BA like that). Also, my roommate is working on a design project that now has our kitchen full of cake scraps.

It’s all so Musical!

My roommates and I are all moved in, and I would have to say they are all quite significantly more musically adept than I am. I always here about auditions and stuff here. They are also all really nerdy (one of them has “My Little Cthulhu”) which is a huge plus. Also, one was cool enough to show me to the ER, the route to which I had forgotten.

Yep, a few nights in Morris and I’m already registered at the ER here. That’s what happens when you’re an asthmatic who is allergic to everything airborne and your inhaler runs out and the whole night you can’t get the throat constriction under control. But the ER was also very musical. The machines were all playing musical notes in a weird, electronic sound and I was all “It sounds like First Encounters of the Third Kind” and the nurse was like “Yeah, those are our new machines,” and the other nurse said “You should hear them when something’s going wrong.”

I was wondering to myself, “Whoa, does it play a funeral march when someone flatlines?” So then they gave me a replacement inhaler that has a meter that fucking tells you how many puffs you have left. Oh, more importantly I was able to go to bed knowing that I would most likely wake up

Also, my advisor is pretty cool. I like Morris.

OMG! Cool shit!

Well, today I did the regular taxi service for my sister. Then I tried to get some stuff done, then realized how much I still need to get done and how not ready for school I am. Then I did more taxi service. Then I got my oil change. Then I had what might have been a nervous breakdown, but I’m not sure. Then was feeling better, so I got my financial aid stuff done. Then I went to the movies. Omigod, movies was such a good idea.

Something new I realized about Teh Howly Babble

I know I talk about religion too much, and I’m trying to cut back on it. However, there is something that came to my mind recently that I couldn’t get out of my mind.

One of the issues I always had with Christianity, back when I still believed in the supernatural, was the constant referral to God as “He” or “Father”. I always found this sexist, since I could think of no reason why the one almighty power would have a sex. I did not know of any part of the Bible in which God referred to “him”self as a man or male. Why would it need to be? I didn’t like the people who emphasized “He” to piss off feminists (also usually the types to mistakenly think all feminists have vaginas). How could an omnipresent being have a shape, let alone a penis? When is any male characteristic of God ever mentioned?

And then something struck me. And I got an old mini-Bible out to check it. Sure enough, if the Christians are correct, then God must be a man. How can I tell? Because you can see, right there in Luke, that God is one of those assholes that nicknames his penis:

The angel said to her, “The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you; therefore the child to be born will be holy; he will be called Son of God.
-Luke 1:35

You see? Now no Christian can ever tell me that I’m being too vulgar. Not when their holy book contains such course language from a messenger of the almighty. I think I also saw some passages about “The Holy Spirit entering into her”.

Also, seriously? The Holy Spirit? I’ve heard some bad nicknames for body parts, but this has to be one of the worst. Do people really want to worship a God with the maturity of a 13-year-old and the insecurity of a frat boy?

Um… WTF?

This is weird and stupid and unimportant, but what the fuck? I see a spike in readers yesterday, so I go to check the page that tracks all that. In a previous post I wrote the phrase “Fucking horses!” as an interjection. I got referred to by a google search for: “horsesfuckinghorses”. Who the fuck searches that?

Shit! Just realized I shouldn’ta told the ‘rents that story. Now they know how to find this thing. Anyway, yeah, update on me: I feel confused lately. In Latinam: “confusissimus sum!” Well, anyway this weekend should be fun. Oh, and fuck rusty water.