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

We’re all in it together, kid.

Brazil is the greatest movie of all time. I’ve loved it for a long time. It’s simply amazing, and I think I’m going to have to watch it again.

And again.

AND AGAIN.

Brazil,
Where hearts were entertaining June
We stood beneath an amber moon
And softly whispered, “Someday soon”
We kissed and clung together then
Tomorrow was another day
The moonlight found us miles away
still a million things to say
I will return to old Brazil

Bishop, the Bishouen Chopstick!

I repeat:

I GOT A JOB.

I applied for crew, but from what I gather, I’m going to be a shift manager, possibly opening shift. They really liked that I’m available on weekends for any hours. If they have me closing, I don’t mind at all.

Mmm, free tacos . . .

I got over organized with my Diablo II characters tonight. All is well, though. I made a new Amazon and named her A_Schroe. I made a necromancer named Wisdom_Tooth, and a paladin named Jello_jiggler.

I moved all my gems from all my characters to CarringtonsHo, the assassin. WhiteBoe the assassin carries the spare claws and other weaponry, while the necro carries wands, and the pally carries the scepters.

I also have two sorceresses, one a fire and one a lit. Azulit and Toaster_Fire. Tee tee. Toasty carries the orbs, and Azula carries the staves.

Tallest Blue, the Invader Zim fan character of mine, happens to be the Godmother of Zekk and Sergie’s spawning, Pan.
And Blue spoils the child rotten. Pan likes Cherry Ice Sukkies.

Cammiluna (10:41:45 PM): now that;s what i call “shoulder blades!” *is shot*

Johnny the Homicidal Hedgehog

The dream started with a memory of a roller-coaster park, and how much I want to go there.

In this dream within a dream, the group that was going walks down a wooden pier toward the entrance. Employees of the park littered the fence in the water, singing and wiggling to entertain us. When we reach the turn in the pier, and an employee, dressed as a sailor, greets us. He informs us that we have to leave all our ice, food, and refreshments with him. They don’t allow any outside edibles in the park. We agree to the terms and enter, but the dream ends there.
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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.”

I have the worst migraine of all time, and there’s the faint metalic taste of blood in my mouth.

Make the pain stop.

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!

They had me fill out a questionnaire before I moved in so that they could group girls by similar interests/backgrounds.

The only thing we have in common she also has in common with countless others.

They paired us up because we both came from Ohio.

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.