10.17.10

doublehaunted by the superdevil: the lesson of blue house

Posted by 3 at 2:16 pm in Helsinki

So there I was, staring down the barrel of my own gun.

 

In the harsh, orange light, I could just barely make out the small grooves of the pistol’s rifling pattern. I turned the barrel toward the single tungsten light hanging from the ceiling. I could see flecks of dust, and unburnt powder resting on the polished chrome interior. Behind me, on an aged and abused old mattress, lay the handgun’s frame and slide, along with its recoil spring and magazine. In the center of the room, my friend Davis was attempting futilely to attach his PlayStation to an uncooperative television, his cursing muffled by the wall-to-wall curtains meant to conceal a particularly disconcerting black and white patterned wallpaper. I shivered in the cold autumn air that leaked through the cracks in the walls and blew the dust out of the barrel, then placed it back into the slide assembly along with the recoil spring, and reattached it to the frame of the gun. With a fairly audible click, I depressed the button that decocked the striker mechanism in the gun, increasing the trigger pull and decreasing the chance of a stress-induced negligent discharge. Satisfied with my half-finished cleaning job, I re-holstered my weapon, its weight against my hip at once disconcerting and oddly comforting.

 

I looked around the room. Davis had gotten nowhere in his endeavors.

 

I sighed.

 

I fucking hated this house.

 

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08.10.10

one blog two blog three blog four

Posted by squidink at 5:40 pm in Helsinki

four blogs make a bunch

and so do many more

12.03.08

So now it is December

Posted by Lulu at 1:01 am in Helsinki

So… today, this poor girl made one unfortunate remark about the 5th dimension, or something, and her male friend proceeded for the next 10 minutes to try to explain to her what the 10th dimension actually is.

So… this made me laugh.

So… I went on Wikipedia and looked up A Wrinkle in Time, and remembered what a crazy story it was. Disembodied giant brain?

So… wrinkles in time can make you teleport through the THIRD DIMENSION. Do you understand? Let me draw you a diagram. And if you apply that to the next series….

 Yup.

09.11.08

When I heard this interview on the radio…

Posted by Varies at 6:36 pm in Helsinki

Leah Moreland, the woman who said she grew up sheltered from prejudice, plans to vote for McCain. Party loyalty is also part of her decision. But her cultural compass also comes into play. She says her gut tells her not to trust Obama.

“I look at Obama, and I have a question in my mind,” she says. “Years ago, was he taken into the Muslim faith? And my concern is the only way you are no longer a Muslim is if you are dead, killed. So in my mind, he’s still alive.”

Although Barack Obama has said repeatedly he is not a Muslim and has never been a Muslim, Moreland is still unconvinced.

“There is something about him I don’t trust,” she says. “I don’t care how good a speaker he is, I just can’t trust him.”

I was like WHAT THE FUCK. Her language skills are terrible!

“I look at Obama, and I have a question in my mind,” she says. “Years ago, was he taken into the Muslim faith? And my concern is  I believe the only way you are no longer a Muslim is if you are dead, killed(…wtf), so in my mind, he’s still alive a Muslim.”

There we go, now her sentence is actually coherent. Too bad it’s still completely retarded.

08.26.08

The Leavening

Posted by Varies at 9:36 am in Helsinki

Orphan fighter is on hold this week. I could have written something yesterday, but I was too busy reading skip beat. I’m happy to say that I got through 106 chapters (~3180 pages). Today, I’ll be packing my bags and doing last minute preparation for a trip to the Northwest. I could probably also have written something today as well, but no dice. Naturally, from Wednesday through Friday, when I’m out of the state (of emergency? of mind?), I won’t have time to “write” because I’ll be too busy eating fresh seafood and attending PAX.

08.25.08

Life out of Context: Quashed Sentiments

Posted by Varies at 12:36 am in Helsinki

…You’re a mystery I don’t want to solve. It’s like something out of a Greek tragedy. You’re the puzzle that, once solved, will ruin my life forever. You’re the knot that, once unraveled, will make the world fall apart.

I’d tell you to go away, but I don’t need to. You’re already on another planet.

05.28.08

Reevers and zealots

Posted by Varies at 9:45 am in Helsinki

I hate to say it again, but I hate to say it again, but I hate to say it again.

11.11.07

goddammit

Posted by squidink at 12:43 am in Helsinki

@P#($%&P^

11.06.07

If your friends are dumb, you are, too.

Posted by Varies at 10:39 am in Helsinki

When your friends are being out-of-their-minds stupid, what’s a dude supposed to do? This is a thing I’m not so familiar with, on account of only having friends who are decidedly not retarded. But I hear these tales from the underground about people that I sort-of-knew, and I’m like “Damn, what the hell is wrong with you?” Is it really that hard to intervene when your friends are being stupid? I mean, assuming that you yourself are of reasonable mental faculties, you ought to be able to tell when your buddy over there is making a mess of things. I’ll admit that it’s probably easier said than done. Interventions ain’t no small thang, and watching your friend fall apart is probably funny in some sick way. Right.

I want to know why people think it’s cool to drink alcohol. I want to know why people think acting the fool and getting your party on is super fly. These are the things I’ve never wanted to understand because I’ve always suspected that the truth would be depressingly retarded. There’s no good reason, is there? It’s all some cowardly attempt to stave off the unpleasantness of reality through the use of self-destructive chemistry. Well screw that. I don’t want to inflate my ego by saying that I’m better than all of those loser boozers, but it has to be said. If I can get by without being high, then why the hell can’t they? Anyway, whatever. I’m mellow, for real. And I didn’t need a bottle of scotch to get here.

11.04.07

Have you heard of Havidol

Posted by Varies at 6:16 am in Helsinki

Okay, here’s a primer. I didn’t reset my clock before going to sleep, so I ended up waking up an hour earlier than I needed to. Yeah, I woke up at what is technically 5:05 AM. That is really very annoying, let me tell you! Anyway, because I wrote such a monstrosity yesterday, I’ll be taking it easy today.

So I mention Havidol in the title of today’s post. Have you heard of it? Here’s a link to the website. Oh, and here’s a nifty youtube video as well. Give them a look-see and turn the page for some exciting explanation. Read the rest of this entry »

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