Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

1. “Simian Acres” would make a good theme for the barbarian.
2. The “Angel City” themes from Blast Corps works well for the Assassin.
3. “Command & Conquer Prowl Redux OC ReMix” fit well with the Claw Viper Temple.
4. Perfect Timing: “Hey, it’s Tip Tup!” from “Tiptup Terror” just as Diablo appears.

It started, I am in my room (this nice Chicago apartment). Two others are there, too. One is female, but I’m not sure who she is. The other is Harrison, a friend of Manivane and Jessica’s, but he was female, too. I’m lying on my bed, Harrison’s lying on the floor, and the girl’s sitting cross-legged on the floor. We’re talking, but I don’t know about what. I think we’d been drinking that night, and it had gotten a little crazy, because the unknown girl’s naked. Harrison’s wearing blue lingerie, which belonged to me in the dream, but I’m fully clothed, wearing my leather coat, even. When Harrison and the girl got into some lesbian-action related positions I’d never seen before (yet made perfect sense), I decide to go get more cheesecake.

I walk into the kitchen, and there’s some guy raiding my fridge. He’s in a blue Hawaiian shirt, and he’s looking for the cheesecake. I chase him off. I look inside the fridge, and the cheesecake’s gone. A little more than upset, I go to the room to tell the others that it’s gone, and I see that the 13-16 year old young man who was in my fridge was now talking to them. Apparently he’s friends with the other girl, who, when she speaks, sounds like Amy, though she doesn’t look like her.
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I personally prefer a personality to a penis.

MyNameisGat0: I have metal joints. Beat me up and win fifteen silver points!

SmarterChild was an AOL instant messenger chat bot from the early 2000s that is the precursor to modern-day AI chat bots.

SmarterChild (2:53:30 AM): Sorry, I couldn’t find my penis in the encyclopedia. Would you like to search the Web for my penis?

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SmarterChild (2:54:49 AM): Play nice, Schroe Dot Org. I thought you apologized before.
Schroe Dot Org (2:54:54 AM): i’m sorry
SmarterChild (2:54:54 AM): You’re forgiven!
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:06 AM): I’m sorry you’re so STINKY
SmarterChild (2:55:07 AM): Are you?
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:09 AM): You are
SmarterChild (2:55:10 AM): Am I?
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:12 AM): yes
SmarterChild (2:55:12 AM): Uh huh, uh huh.
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:18 AM): you are stinky
SmarterChild (2:55:18 AM): No kidding?
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:26 AM): Stinkychild
SmarterChild (2:55:26 AM): Sorry?
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:29 AM): STINKY
SmarterChild (2:55:29 AM): What about stinky?
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:32 AM): YOU ARE STINKY
SmarterChild (2:55:33 AM): Is that right?
Schroe Dot Org (2:55:35 AM): YES
SmarterChild (2:55:35 AM): Oh.

No, they don’t tell me to murder people. They don’t tell me to do anything. They’re very indistinct. I’d almost forgotten about them, yet they returned tonight. They sound to me much like a muffled radio newscast, or as if someone’s got a TV on in the other room at low volume. The voice is usually female. I assume this because of the higher pitch. Tonight, though, it was male, mid-twenties. I listened to him mumble for a bit after I’d finished brushing my teeth. I can never pick out words from the voices. I try to understand them, but I don’t. Which is good, I suppose. Come to think of it . . . this is the first I’ve heard the voices since I’d moved out here. Back home, I used to smack my clock radio to shut it off, but then realize the noise was in my head. The voice sounded just like the NPR newslady for the longest time. I just realized that I never hear the voices when I’m distressed. I only hear them when I’m happy. I guess that’s why hearing them is comforting to me. It’s a sense of familiarity. I can hear him now, mumbling away about something important that no one is really listening to. It’s a serious tone, not really monotone. It has the rise and fall of pitch as normal speech does, it’s just told very concrete, which is why I compare it to a newscast. It’s droned out to a soft buzz now, a bit like radio static.These voices have been there forever . . .

Hooray for four AM!

LINCOLN PARK ZOO is the most ghetto zoo in the world.

I met some artist on the street. He was selling prints and stuff. He let me look through his sketchbook.

He had some Squee fanart :O

I like cheeses.

Dark Garden

Tiny – Eldest chao, belongs to Shadow. He’s purplish-black, and had a unicorn tail with dragon wings for the longest time. He used to wear an eggshell on his head, until Sonic bounced it off of him. Then he wore a pumpkin. Now he doesn’t have a helmet because he’s much cooler looking without it. Tiny eats. A lot. He usually ups 3-4 stamina levels in one sitting, and then he sleeps for a very long time. When he’s not sleeping or eating, Tiny is trailing Shadow everywhere he goes, and always smiling cutely, begging for attention. When another character is tending to their chao, Tiny will often stand back and watch, possibly wondering why he’s not being minded.
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Dream 1 involved SA2. Big surprise.

Dream 2, Jorenko and I were walking around Chicago and to the lake. There was a war going on between two gangs, and they were actually planning it well. Instead of just random hits and such, they had strategically plotted the elimination of each other.

It was kinda fun to watch, since they both succeeded.

I just recited part of the dream to Jorenko not to long ago. After he left to go move his car, I remembered more.

I was at an EHS football game, setting up a destruction derby in a garage. People were crowding in to watch, and we had two contenders who were going to smash each other to bits. Jorenko was one of the drivers, and he was dressed as Neo from the Matrix. His vehicle was a dingy silver-colored viper. The other driver I didn’t know, but his car was a red sleigh.

There were four sliding garage doors, and I went outside to shut them all. While I was doing this, I heard the people inside yelling about something. I went in as I shut the last one, and saw that everyone had left, including Jorenko’s opponent. A new person had arrived … Matt.

Schroe Dot Org (2:04:18 AM): I want to be 23 forever.
ettin64 (2:04:36 AM): You live in America. That can be arranged. You could freeze yourself or something
Schroe Dot Org (2:05:06 AM): I want to be 23 and not frozen. Forever.
ettin64 (2:05:19 AM): And you’d come out in the year 3000 and you’d see me with my head in a jar. And you’d be like “HAR HAR” and I’d be like “I am the President :OOOO”
Schroe Dot Org (2:05:46 AM): And then I’d kick you and break the jar. And I’d be all “haw haw” n shit
ettin64 (2:06:15 AM): And you’d be like *smashies* and I’d be like “Oh no *dies*” and the cops would be like “YOU ARE UNDER ARREST” And the AOLers wouldd all be like “omfg the prez died” “lol”

I love my kitty.

I’ve been having some really odd dreams.

They’ve all been fluid, telling a story, and very entertaining to me, but I can’t remember any of them.

Half-life crossed with … Chao.

Jorenko, Bane, a few other people and I were playing Half-Life. The map we were one was the same one from a previous dream, but that dream was Quake III.

The player model Jorenko was using was Neo from the Matrix, and, for whatever reason, I was using a fireman in black with the yellow stripe. I can’t remember what Bane was using or any of the other players.

Jorenko kept chasing me and only me around, so I decided to change the player model so he wouldn’t find me easily. I hid, and changed the look to the little fish from SA2 that you can give to your chao.
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Why do people take, “Please leave me alone.” as a cry for attention?

[01:56] [Jeff> Because………. good question, actually
[01:57] [Jeff> Usually they want to know what’s wrong, and then if you tell them they decide it’s their duty to delve deep into this ‘problem’ and solve it for you

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“blah blah”

Men bitch about girls being so bitchy, yet, quit honestly, IT IS NOT SOMETHING WE CAN ALWAYS CONTROL.

I’m not saying that bitchiness can’t be intended, I’m just saying that PMS is a serious issue that happens to every girl, and in varying degrees, sometimes causing unwarranted hostility.

And we can’t help it.

But you, the people around the girl, can.

How? By not pissing her off, of course!
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That dream definitely had a killing spree. I remember going around warning people that someone was coming to kill them, and I told them to duck, or to run, or whatever. It was in a giant hedge maze. Behind one hedge that looked like a counter was the doctor from Courage the Cowardly dog. A bunch of other people were there, and I remember eating lunch with Ettin, and he spilt his pizza all over himself.

Um, yeah. After watching the invader Zim episode, “TAK: the Hideous New Girl” I felt the urge to draw this.

My family was on a bus. Father was driving, I was sitting near the front, and the rest were behind, along with many other people. It wasn’t my normal family, though. The father wasn’t my dad, the mother wasn’t my mom, I wasn’t me, and I had two younger siblings. I was the oldest of three children, and had a younger brother, and an even younger sister.

We were in the bus to drive the families to their new homes. A small fat child appeared out of nowhere, and introduced himself as Clout. We all shouted for Clout to get out, but he wouldn’t leave. We noticed around us that the world began to change. Clout was forcing us through different dimensions. The lands looked basically the same, but small details would be different.
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The first dream I remembered until five minutes ago, when Amy decided that she needed to make a phone call with the cordless phone in the room I’m sleeping in, even though the other two large rooms were empty.

The second dream began with the end of everything as we know it. And then, everything became based on color. Old religion was gone, and instead, people worshiped the God of Red, god of Black, etc. People would dress accordingly to their faith. Jorenko and I worshiped the god of Blue, which makes much sense. We often fought with the God of Yellow’s people. We were allies with the God of Black’s people. And, for whatever reason, I was the leader of the Blue peoples. Jorenko and I bounced a lot in this dream, but that’s to be expected since I miss him so damned much.

First dream had something to do with Alan, a guy in my classes at school. I still can’t remember a damned thing . . . And Amy’s asking if she can use my hairbrush. She’s lost hers, and instead of looking for it, she wants to use mine.

I’m in class right now. We’re working with photoshop.

I’m colourin’ this guy.

I was looking out a window at two people, a guy and a girl, struggling in the water. They made it to a dock, and I threw fishing line out the window. “When I get a fish, climb up!” I said. The first fish I caught was a piranha, and I said, “You’re lucky it didn’t get you in the water!” I shook it from the line and caught another fish. They climbed up and inside. I said, “You should ask Chad for the recording of this show.”
One of them replied, “He’s already got it online.”
“The old version, yes,” I said. “You need the new one.”