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ThursdayThis is another one of those "oh hey Archonix is drunk" blogs so why not ask me stuff? TMI Thursday yay!21 comments · 135 views
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SundayKelly's Heroes3 comments · 72 views
Another film that doesn't follow the Hero's Journey "standard" even slightly. It's Eastwood again too... I wonder if more of his films are like that?
Oh well, have some music.
The lyrics are fun.
1w, 5dValued Opinions25 comments · 170 views
I may not post this because I'm wrting drunk. If you can see it, congratulations, you have witnessed alcohol overcome my will to resist typing random crap.
After this I might go off and write Princesses Celestia and Luna having a sloppy makeout session because why the fuck not.
When I started out on this site I quickly acquired a goal: get as many followers as SS&E. The goal was unattainable - perhaps - and I soon modified it to "get a thousand followers". Now I'm at around whatever it is I'm around I've realised something. Followers don't matter. The number doesn't matter, is what I mean. I could have ten million followers and not be satisfied if I didn't have the people I value paying attention and telling me things I want or need to hear.
There are a few people I'll value on this site, people who I aspire to emulate, or who I consider wise an knowledgable. People whose opinions matter to me. Whether they matter to anyone else doesn't matter, because they matter to me. I value their words. I cherish the rare interactions I have with them. I get a little bit high when they say things to me even if (sometimes especially if) those things are superficially negative. My idols - for want of a better word - have paid attention to me in some way, however briefly, and I react like a week-denied crack addict given a hit of the good stuff.
People like Cold In Gardez, who I admire for being so dedicated to his craft that he'll write in a warzone. And he can paint too, the dastard. He's like me if I was allowed to carry a gun...
CVBrony, who should really be resting.
Chuckfinley, who is just so belligerently clever and can fling erotica like a master pizza chef tosses dough, stretching it to perfection and topping it with everything you could possibly want.
Pearple Prose, who does words I could sit and lick for hours, builds worlds out of nothing like it was nothing to build them and then acts like he' nt special.
Professor Plum, who doesn't do horsewords at all (yet), but who is just so damn right and so damn right all the fucking time. And has a voice that melts spines at a hundred paces as well.
Maskedferret. Amacita. Amit (because butts). FanOfMostEverything. Devas. PresentPerfect. Blueshift. The Quite Man.
Others... so many others. In my drunken haze these people stick out like the first crystals in a copper sulphate solution. All blue and spiky and wonderful. The first amongst so many of equal stature. I value them. If I could I would meet them all, but if we never meet then still they have touched me, and I am all the richer for it.
And also I need an adult.
1w, 6dMy tubes are cracked11 comments · 96 views
My internet connection is dead. I am currently online by tethering to my mobile phone and have been for a couple of days now. Phones are down as well. They say it'll be Monday before it all comes back.
Kind of sucks. All my entertainment is online these days and now I've been thrust back to a long-dead era, when we had to watch things when the broadcaster decided we should and spend time... outside; a time when Internet speeds are limited to mere tens and hundreds of bits per second and the only place to find fanfiction was geocities, and if it wasn't there we had to make our own entertainment. I think the isolation is starting to get to me. I'm trying to remember how to make a hoop and stick so I can chase it down the street. There's already snow drifting through the door and sticky, sooty smoke curling around everything. The mill owner said if I work an extra 12 hour shift I can eat again this week, but only if I don't lose another finger in the machinery and ruin the run with my blood. Bit that's okay, I coughed up a lung on him snd now he's dying of consumption.
Anyway I'll see you all in a few days.