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

#9 Rantt Ô_õ 11/11

I love Jorenko.

Well, that was interesting.

She walks into my room.
“Are you up now? I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh! So how was the party or whatever with your boyfriend? Good, blah? Huh? What? Are you awake? Are you sick?”
She finally shuts up long enough for me to answer, “I’m tired.”
“Oh, you scared me girl, you were like, speechless, okay, so I’ll just go now. Oooh, donuts!”
She looks at the box on my bed, and then at me, expecting me to offer her one. Then she leaves after a brief silence.
There were a lot more words on her part, but I don’t recall the exact ones. Just add a bunch of repetitious nonsense with no space in between sentences to allow another person to answer.

#6 Rantt Ô_õ 10/23

The only thing I have to say about today’s comic is:
“On a single toss of one die, find the probability of obtaining:
a. a number divisible by 3 (for example, 6 is divisible by 3 because 3 divides 6 evenly; that is, the remainder is zero)
b. a number divisible by 5
c. a number divisible by 2
d. a number divisible by 1
e. a number less than 1
f. a number less than 7″

This is from a college level math book.

And there are people in my class who do not get it.

#5 Rantt Ô_õ 10/22

Philosophy class today.
Philosophy is a pretty funny history to study, because it’s all about thought. The old philosphers thought one thing, and the modern philosphers (represented by the child) took it further, which would have blown the minds of the old schools. Some of the things said in modern philosophy would be considered blashphemy in ancient times. As for the final panel, the spider takes it one step further and blows them both away. The text in the comic is nothing more than: (Teacher) Question everything. (Child) Why? (Spider) Why not?

You know, it’s fucking amazing.

I get a new host, and I copy over everything from the old host to the new one, including the server-side stats program that Ehost gave me. It is a rather nice stats program, so I left i there instead of using the one icdsoft gave me.

A couple months later, ICDsoft announces that they’ve got a new stats setup, and it can be found in yourdomain.com/stats/,

Intriguing – that’s the same directory that ehost used. Well, my Webalizer was still there, so I figured they didn’t overwrite anything and it was all good.

I just looked at someone else’s site that I know uses icdsoft and didn’t use ehost.

Guess which stat’s program they’ve got?

“Puh-lease. This is a FASHION school. Philosophy doesn’t apply to us!”
-Fashion student, IADT, Intro to Philosophy.

Well, my new roommate is moving in at four am.

EDIT: Nope, the message taker was a git. New roomie called, she’s coming in at 10AM

I just took the Hooflerynth Soriting Hat test, brought to you by Sluggy Freelance – I’m in the Poinginoh! “You are very curious. Why is that? Oooh, SHINY!” It’s blue and there’s a poinging kiki on it.

I don’t recall any of before this portion, other than that I was with my mother.

My mother left me with a cart at what I think was a Walgreen’s. The Walgreen’s was very large, and very busy. The hall I was in, which was near the doors and checkout, was crowded, and people were constantly moving.

I was watching the cart while my mother was off doing something. I leaned on it, bored, and watched people go buy.

Someone caught my eye. He was in an army uniform, and quite clearly had “Born to Kill” scrawled on his helmet. The peace symbol pins clashed with that, and I watched him walk. Then I noticed he was staring directly at me. He kept walking as he shouted at me, “Are you sane?” I blinked, and he was still there. I turned my head as he continued, “Are you like me?” I did a double take. He was still there, and he shouted one last time, “Don’t you want to be like me?” He began to laugh hysterically as he walked out of my sight. No one else noticed him.

I panicked. Thoughts raced through my head all at once – Why was Private Joker from Full Metal Jacket in Walgreen’s yelling at me? Why was he saying I wanted to be like him? How was I like him? I looked at the cart, and the cameras were missing. I never noticed there were cameras in there before, but now they’re gone. I assumed my mother took them to be developed, but I didn’t see her. They must be stolen.

I leaned on the cart and cried.

I’m going insane.

For the Research paper:

Hello, shitty day.

I had a job interview at 6pm today.

Six in the evening.

SIX.

I leave my appartment at 4:30, and get on a bus out to the blue line.

I get on the blue line to go to Cumberland.

Great, 30 minutes to get there, and it’s only 10 blocks away.

I get out of the blue line station to see the 5:40 bus I needed leave five minutes early.

I had to wait until the 6 bus.

I got to the interview five minutes late.

Five minutes after six.

Five minutes …

“Maybe you should have put the effort into getting here on time,” the bitch said.

…

MOTHER OF FUCK. I’m five minutes late, and suddenly, she’s speaking to me as if I’m some fucking slacker. She’s never met me, she’s never seen me before.

But you see, just because I’m five minutes late, I didn’t put any effort into this job interview.

So I walk to the next bus stop to get back into town. I’m way out in the suburbs right now.

Fuck, I hate the suburbs.

I walk to Irving Park, which is about halfway between Belmont and the Cumberland blue line station. I catch the IP bus there.

“Oh, sorry, I’m only going to Central.”

“Whatever, I’ll catch something else there.”

Put the card in, whoops, invalid.
Put the card in, whoops, invalid.
Put the card in, whoops, invalid.

“The thing’s good ’till October, man, just check the back.”

Driver checks back, nods, gives me card.

I get to Central, which is about 1/4 of the way in. Meh. Central bus to Belmont, Belmont bus to home.

Pull up to Central just as Central bus leaves. Next bus, 15 minutes.

Well, bugger.

While another guy and I are waiting, I go into the nearby convenience store and buy a bottle of water. I walk out, guy’s gone. I missed the early Central bus.

SOD.

I see another IP bus coming. I cross the street, this one’s going all the way to Lake Shore.
Whee.

Put the card in, whoops, invalid.

Driver looks at card, “As long as the date’s still good, don’t let anyone kick you off.” Nice drivers exist. Hooray!

IP bus to Brown Line station.

Put the card in the till, whoops, invalid.
“Code 13: See attendant”

“The reader says my card’s invalid. It says it’s a code 13. The card is good until October.”

Hold up card.

“Izit deant?”

“What?”

“Izit deant?”

“Pardon?”

“Yo card, iz it deant?”

“Dent? Hell no, the thing’s flat.”

Show the flat card.

Attendant rolls eyes, and slowly opens gate to let me through, behaving as if it’s some sort of horrid task to do her job.

I get up the stairs in time to see the brown line train leave. Next train, 15 minutes.

8 pm, I walk into Dennis’s Place for Games, and rip the hell out of any song thrown at me.

In a dress.

* Schroe verb preposition noun.
* Yumblie adverb verb preposition noun.
* Schroe adverb verb preposition article adjective noun.
* Yumblie verb “Interjection!” adverb conjunction adverb verb noun preposition noun.
* Schroe verb proper noun, verb pronoun preposition article noun, conjunction verb article noun preposition article noun preposition noun.
[Yumblie> ….
* Yumblie sad emoticon
* Schroe victory pose.

I went to the arcade today with five tokens so that I wouldn’t have enough to play more than one game of PIU . . . and then Gabriel gives me a handful for the hell of it.

On cartoon network, they just accidentally showed a minute from Mission Hill instead of a commercial during a children’s movie

Update 1: Family friendly dream:

Some company was testing some radioactive shite, and somehow, this related to planet of the apes. There was also a game in which one must escape without being seen by the guards. Tough game, I say! They made it damned near impossible. The guards were WW2 gestapo types.

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Warning, warning, lack of interest in creating comic immanent.

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Last Night’s Dreams:

The dream started at some awards show. I was the lighting/stage crew, so I began tearing everything down after it had finished. People had forgotten things behind the stage, such as t-shirts and music stands. People had returned their shirts, too, because they were too small. I gave them new ones.

I walked home from the event with Jorenko. A man steps up to us and asks us for money. I keep walking, but Jorenko slows down. I turn around, grab Jorenko, and say, “Let’s go.” The man follows us, and I grab Jorenko’s Leatherman, and threaten the man to back off, or I’ll cut him. He goes.
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[01:38] * TheNintenGenius eats Jell-O pudding, fully clothed. That isn’t quite as interesting as dancing nude in lime Jell-O, but I don’t care.

Bah, Xface, you didn’t allow replies :\

From your post, yes, your parents do seem to be gits, but I can’t make an opinion or take sides. I don’t know the whole story.

“But it just burned…it burned like chlorinated water…why do my tears burn?” & “Also, my eyes burn. Crying made them sore. Stupid tears.”

Not to sound insensitive, but that’s prolly too much salt in your tears. Drink more water.

I remember waking at 7AM thinking how it was odd that I could have such a detailed, intense dream in such a short time.

It was winter in a city, and my mother and I were walking on the streets. We had just left an ice show, so it was in the evening. She and I were both well dressed, with fur-lined coats and gloves. My mother carried, in addition to her purse, a plastic bag and a camera bag. I walked slightly behind her with no bags, but my Leatherman multi-tool attached to my belt, and the camera in my pocket.

A homeless man approached my mother, asking her for change. “Let me check,” she said, and glanced into her plastic bag. “Sorry, sir, I have no spare change.” Read the rest of this entry »

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Yep, worse than death.

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Well, for my English class, I have to write a journal. He wants random musings, thoughts, etc. So I figure, “Why not just post things in LiveJournal, and just copy/paste/print and give it to him?”

So here it is, and it might be a bit more than regular readers (if such things exist) are used to, because I am really not interested in censorship right now.

1. I am an idiot over certain things. I have fucked up, to a great extent, my internet relationships. Even people who were my closest don’t have interest in me anymore.

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Avid Diablo 2 players ahoy.

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You people need to learn the difference between “Hate” and “Apathy.”

You also need to learn the difference between “Know” and “Know of.”

Originally done when I was still in Chicago, so the entry has been back-dated to half a million years ago.

Background images are photos of the place I actually lived. Obvious GIS pastings ahoy. Also, Habitual Stare (O_o) started in high school when Jorenko, myself, and two others were the “administrators” of the high school computer lab & network (we set it up). A printout of O_o was taped to some cardboard and sat in the corner to watch everyone.

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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.