Nuisance Nook (Xinder's useless stuff)

[Vipervertical]

EDIT: Oops, I had something planned for the top of page 2. I guess I forgot to keep count of how many posts till the next page. I'll just edit this in here...

CURRENTLY READING:

Atlas Shrugged - Ayn Rand (Though the writing style is starting to get on my nerves. I might stop reading)

TO READ:

Lincoln Lawyer - Michael Connelly
Hellsing: Volume 4
A bunch of other books but they're seperated on their own shelf right now so I don't have to remember them right now which is good because I don't.

CURRENTLY WATCHING:

Axis Powers Hetalia
Trigun (rewatch)
Top Gear
Torchwood: Miracle Day
Battlestar Galactica
Adventure Time

TO WATCH:

Serial Experiments Lain
Pretty much everything on my Netflix queue

CURRENTLY PLAYING:

Devil May Cry 3
Mass Effect 2 (2nd playthrough)
Dragon Age: Origins (3rd playthrough)
Tales of Symphonia (Xth playthrough(who knows))
Dragon Age 2 (2nd playthrough)
Star Ocean: Till The End Of Time
Halo: Reach (for achievements)
Trine (for achievements)
Portal 2 (co-op story)
Final Fantasy II
Final Fantasy VII
Final Fantasy XII
Final Fantasy XIII
Crisis Core - Final Fantasy VII (Going after Minerva/2nd playthrough)
Dissidia Final Fantasy (Getting the last characters to lvl 100)
Kingdom Hearts: Birth By Sleep (for 100% completion)
Splinter Cell: Conviction (co-op story)

TO PLAY:
Devil May Cry
Devil May Cry 2
The World Ends With You
Final Fantasy VIII

This is pretty much a to-do list for me so I can remember to FINISH WHAT I START, which I sometimes have troubles doing. Granted, on most days recently I don't play any video games so that list is going to have some issues decreasing. Same with reading and watching things actually. But I'll edit it when it does change...

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A couple of things I want to get out here while I'm being serious.

TALAU: I am working on your post. I just scrapped most of it when I was almost done because I didn't like they way it turned out, but I promise you it is on its way.

EVERYONE ELSE: This is going to be a warning. I am an extremely leniant and tolerant person. But there are a few things that make me...well...



If anybody is to argue that gender roles are still relevant and are not a backwards and outdated concept, I find them extremely ignorant. They may have been relevant at one time, but this is the 21st century. It doesn't matter anymore. Either gender can do whatever. The times have changed since the 1950s.

Racism/Sexism. Little jokes here and there that aren't really offensive and are funny are fine by me. But there is a very clear line that must not be crossed. Don't test me.

Homosexuals. Anybody who argues that they're unnatural and/or don't deserve the same rights as everybody else is incredibly ignorant. To the point where I don't want anything to do with you.

In fact, if anybody crosses one of these lines. I will NOT tolerate you. My leniancy has its limits. I will not get upset and yell at you, however. I will simply block you from all contact lists and refuse to associate with you any more.

Consider yourselves warned.

[Necro Stormborn]

I heard you like jokes!

Jenno Edit: Image removed :3

[Jenno]

Jul 21, 2011 18:23:37 GMT -5 Vipervertical said:

If anybody is to argue that gender roles are still relevant and are not a backwards and outdated concept, I find them extremely ignorant.

Hmmm, if I'm honest, the situation is certainly better and not so obvious. However, it does still exist, work-related and social sexism are not as blatant as it used to be. But if you think about things, research them and keep an eye out, you'll see/discover that it does still exist.

Soooooo, yer, just saying .

[Talau the Ever-Lurking]

no sweat, hun, I've got more than enough on my jumbo-sized plate that I can take a chill with the Chiss Miss, lol

[Sporky]

:3

[Vipervertical]

Alright, here's some actual responses for once. That's pretty neat. I guess I should retort. WHAT DOES MARCELLUS WALLACE LOOK LIKE? I mean...*cough* nevermind.

On an unrelated note, played with my sig. August is fast approaching and we can't play our next SWU game of Neptune's Pride until we've got all 12 members. So hit me up if you want to join in. I've also taken Jennos' words to heart and put a refferal linkbannerthing in my sig for WhatPulse. RECRUITMENT CANNONS AT THE READY, SIR.

Now back to relevant stuff...

@necro: Saw the image before Jennos admineditted it. Just wasn't in the mood to respond at the time. I admit I smiled. Stuff like that doesn't bother me. Like I said, little jokes are fine by me. It's only when you take it seriously that I get upset.

Talau the Ever-Lurking: I should probably warn you that I've been really hectic lately. I don't have much time to work on this post, so you shouldn't expect it any time soon. But I am working on it when I get both the time and muse (which is rarely).

@sporky: Awesome. But since they all have horns already, wouldn't that mean they're all unibicorns with double the normal magicSCIENCE? Why does Eripony get a third horn? Is he just that much better at SCIENCE?

Jul 22, 2011 5:20:39 GMT -5 Jenno said:

Jul 21, 2011 18:23:37 GMT -5 Vipervertical said:

If anybody is to argue that gender roles are still relevant and are not a backwards and outdated concept, I find them extremely ignorant.

Hmmm, if I'm honest, the situation is certainly better and not so obvious. However, it does still exist, work-related and social sexism are not as blatant as it used to be. But if you think about things, research them and keep an eye out, you'll see/discover that it does still exist.

Soooooo, yer, just saying .

Saved yours for last because I can already tell it will lead into a rant. So here goes...

Yes they exist, of course they do. If they didn't exist, they wouldn't bother me. Because well....it wouldn't exist. That doesn't change the fact that it's a backwards concept. That way of thinking is very outdated and ridiculous. The fact is that it SHOULDN'T exist, and people who think that it still has a legitimate place in our society are ignorant to the way the world works. It's not 1950 anymore.

One of the biggest issues in both sexism and racism is the introduction of the word "reverse" as a prefix. "Reverse-racism" and "reverse-sexism" are just as bad if not worse than the typical racism and sexism. Apparently it's excusable if it's not going the direction that is commonly expected. It's not. This very much sets us back as a culture for eliminating both.

The fact of the matter is that both sexism and racism had their place. They were integral at a time. I'm not suggesting either was a good thing, but both were necessary for a time in the past. For example, upon the meeting of two cultures that were very much foreign to each other there was no way that they would immediately get along and be happy integrated cultures. There was bound to be suspiscion and distrust of those different from ourselves. That's simply human nature. So racism existed for a while when we didn't understand.

But times have changed and we exist as pretty much a single unified society in most places. Dividing that by race is like dividing cars by their paint colors (as opposed to horsepower). It's just silly. Let's face it. You were raised in the same neighborhood, went to the same school, took the same classes, learned the same things. Sure, maybe you had different social lives, and maybe you had a different family life if your family kept alive their original culture. There are differences, yes. But there's a good chance you're more alike than different.

It's like stereotypes. There's a grain of truth to every one, but it's so heavily warped and distorted that it's more falsehood than truth.

*sigh* I had to get that out of my system. I feel a lot better now. Thanks for the excuse to vent, Jennos. *salute*

[Vipervertical]

This space saved for dissertation on sexuality. Look forward to it.

Also, I need 3 more people to help me out and answer these three questions:


1. Describe a time when you felt paranoid. What made you paranoid?

2. What emotions did you feel during this time?

3. Was the paranoia justified or a waste of time? What happened in the end?

I'd appreciate any answers I get. Stupid psych class.

[Vipervertical]

I wrote some sexy porn in binary today!

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[Othorious]

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:3

[Vipervertical]

Short bit today. I'll get some long diatribes, rants, and essays for you guys again soon enough. (And I suddenly realize I don't actually know the definition of diatribe. <Pausing typing here to look it up> Oh good, it's pretty much my rants. That's cool.) But for now, I need to get something off my chest, or more correctly: Out of my head.

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Pity the liar,
Who must always lie.
For when the liar tells the truth,
That's when the liar dies.

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This little poem here is something that popped into my head a while back and has been rattling around in there ever since. The first two lines are in flux, I can't seem to get the words right. But the last two lines haven't changed a bit. They're just perfect.

I don't fancy myself a poet and I don't even know what this is supposed to mean, so whatever. I just like the way it sounds. Anyone who wants to give me tips on improving this little bit or maybe come up with a good way to extend it is welcome to. I also welcome anybody who wants to try and psychoanalyze it. I'd be interested to see what you come up with.

I think my biggest issue with it is the rhyme scheme. This appears to be an ABCB rhyme scheme, which just feels awkward. If I could mess with the first lines to create an ABAB rhyme scheme, or maybe cut out the rhyme altogether I think it would flow better.

So yeah, tell me what you think.

[Mara]

Two thumbs up from me.
(And I took a creative poetry writing class in college. ;p).


I have to say, though, I prefer free-form poetry over rhyming poetry, unless the rhyme isn't super obvious, like in yours.

[Vipervertical]

Aug 29, 2011 0:58:27 GMT -5 Mara said:

Two thumbs up from me.
(And I took a creative poetry writing class in college. ;p).


I have to say, though, I prefer free-form poetry over rhyming poetry, unless the rhyme isn't super obvious, like in yours.

Oh, thank you. That actually means a lot to me. It made me smile to read this.

As you can tell from my explanation, I don't care for the rhyme scheme I have either. I just think ABCB is awkward. Also the rhyme itself feels a little awkward.

Any tips on improving it? I don't plan to publish it or anything, but I would not mind gaining technique at all. I'd rather not change either of the last two lines. Like I said, they feel fixed and right. The first two lines are troublesome, though. I can't exactly get what I'm trying to say out correctly. Don't really know how to explain it.

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On an unrelated note, here's a gif Arh made of my character in Champions:



I really like it. Considering he made it from a bunch of screenshots and was missing an angle, it's pretty well done.

[Mara]

Hmm.... You realize it was, like, over 7 years ago I took that poetry class? ;p


But if you like, I can go over it later, when I have some more time to devote to it.

Plus, I wouldn't exactly call myself an expert. The only time I wrote poetry was during that class, haha.

[And this is a link if you ever want to check out my poetry. The first post has a link to my FictionPress account, where there's a couple poems I have up there. I have others; just didn't put them up yet.]

[Vipervertical]

This is an odd one. I'm just in a weird mood, I guess. I suppose this one is for Sporky.

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A bullet in the thinkpan? Really? You have no idea who or what you're dealing with.

I have not been a mere mortal in several solar sweeps. I am so much more. I have walked the Tunnel of Light and stepped into the dark. I have seen the other side, and I have tasted true death. My mind cracked, crumbled, and was rebuilt time and time again.

I have suffered and killed and been killed, all in pursuit of the power I now wield. I am the stuff of legends, a true god. A god of space itself. It bends to my whims, like leaves to the wind. I am everywhere. And I am nowhere.

And you...you have spilled my blood. Its golden glory is upon your hands. Bask in it, for you hold true power, if only a few drops.

You should count yourself lucky. For you have stood in the presence of a deity and caused him injury. I have spoken to you directly, in this time. And you have heard my words.

They shall be the last that grace your ears...

[Vipervertical]

Want to save this somewhere so I don't lose it.

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My friends,
It has often been said that I like ponies.
My friends,
I like ponies.
No,
Friends,
I love ponies.
I love Applejack!
I love Rainbow Dash!
I love Twilight Sparkle!
I love Pinkie Pie, Rarity.
I love Fluttershy and Big Mac.
Ponies across praries,
In streets,
In trenches,
In grasslands!
On frozen tundras,
In deserts,
On the sea,
In the air,
I love every act of Pony that can occur upon Equestria.
I love singing Winter Wrap Up in public and seeing the reactions of people around me.
My heart leaps with joy when Rainbow Dash flies into the air and performs Sonic Rainbooms.
And there is nothing like Fluttershy standing up when her friends are in danger to stare down a dragon.
And the feeling that comes when Applejack realizes she's in over her head and accepts help is such an exquisite one.
Like when fresh Wonderbolt recruits with shiny goggles take into the sky leaving trails of smoke...
It moves me deep within my heart when Rainbow Dash pines over and over about getting into the Wonderbolts.
The sight of Rarity completing the dresses she had originally envisioned for her friends is an irresistible pleasure.

I can't do anymore, sorry. There's nothing I can do with "And there is nothing more arousing than the sound of..." without making me look like I clop.

Based on www.youtube.com/watch?v=KUB9QGKCNmI in case you haven't seen it.

I'll be making an actual literature dump here soon enough.

[Vipervertical]

That's right, guys. I'm getting sick of these ponies. Don't get me wrong, I still love them and will watch the new episodes when they come out.

But ponies are all over the gorram internet and it's sickeningly permeating. Overexposure is awful. I just want some place where I'm free from these ponies for a while. There seems to be no escape and it's driving me mad.

So I'm taking a break from ponies. And if it comes to it, I'll be taking a break from the internet altogether for a while. Don't doubt my resolve.

That's all I have to say for now.

[A®heim]

Arheim. Designated color guard.

[Vipervertical]

Things Arheim has told me over voicechat today:

Dust is like coal. And very flammable. And that's why Rarity's wings burst into flames so easily.

Maybe, and they probably censor this because it's a kid's show, the ponies have mice as a slave race. And THEY push all the little buttons and knobs that hooves can't deal with.

The cutie marks are laser-etched tattoos from space that the observers are making so that they can tag them for observation. But not the zebras. Those are tribal tattoos put on with burning sticks. But the ponies don't know about this probe, so they think this is a magical coming-of age thing. Celestia knows about all of this, because she's in congress with the aliens. She's a prophet.

You see, Luna is a genetic experiment. Sorry, Nightmare Moon. She was an abducted pony that was experimented on. She was the prototype for Celestia that went wrong. Then she escaped back to Equestria.

Maybe this is all a lie. Maybe the probe is just making this stuff up. Maybe there IS no planet where ponies exist. This is all just to entertain us and sell us toys.

Discord is just a chimera. There's a lot of chimeras actually. The aliens are just taking a whole bunch of creatures and mixing their DNA. That's why they have manticores and griffons and dragons.

Or maybe this is Earth and there's a hallucinogenic drug in the air which makes people THINK they're ponies.

The majority of the ponies are composed of dark matter, and so they can manipulate the gravimetric fields to push buttons.

Or maybe there was a wizard in present day Earth who used a spell to turn everybody into ponies.

EDIT: And he gives me more!

The owl is actually a robot. From space. That the observers sent down to interact with the ponies. Like from Clash of the Titans.

[A®heim]

[Vipervertical]

Discharging firearms, machine guns rattling loudly, cannons exploding, men screaming in agony, the clicking of soldiers hastily reloading their weapons. These were the sounds of war. The stench of burnt flesh, the stink of smoke, the odor of gunpowder. These were the scents of war. The metallic flavor of blood, the tang of ammo cartridges. These were the tastes of war. The aching back and neck, the weary legs, the heavy arms, the bruised shoulder. These were the feelings of war.

All these sensations washed over Lieutenant Kyle Dirun as he once more peeked around the corner of the wall and let himself experience the glory of war with all five senses. It was as familiar to him as his own two hands. War had been a part of his life for so long now, it felt as if he had never known anything else. The rest of his life felt like dreams, they were but false reprieves between the reality of combat.

With practiced ease, he raised the rifle to his face and fired the one shot his weapon afforded him. He saw right down the iron sights, watching the man fall to the ground, never to rise again. It didn't bother him. He felt nothing. Didn't wonder who the man was or what kind of life he might have had. He was wearing the enemy uniform, so he was dead.

The machine gun quickly turned to his location, forcing him to duck behind the wall again to avoid the slurry of bullets. His hand went to his ammo pouch, but it was empty. With cold indifference, he squatted down and turned over the corpse of Sergeant Jacobs. The sergeant had been with him for weeks now, sharing stories over rations and during lulls in firefights. He had a son back home, only 6 years old. Derrick, the boy was called. He was a sports prodigy, Jacobs said. A born star if there ever was one.

All of these thoughts went through Kyle's head as he looked at the bloody hole in Jacob's forehead. A lucky shot. But luck was all you needed. This was an ally, a friend even. And he was dead now. Kyle didn't even hesitate before opening up the dead man's ammo pouch and relieving him of his remaining ammunition. As an afterthought, he removed the dogtags from around the sergeant's neck as well, slipping them into an empty pouch on his coat.

Again, he sidled up to the corner, preparing to execute another quick kill. Before he did so, he glanced across the way. Three men besides him had survived this ambush. All of them were taking cover behind an overturned truck. Corporal Madison was busy laying suppressing fire every 10 or so seconds, the poor fool was too green to realize how useless that was at the time. He'd be out of ammo in under a minute. Meanwhile, Private Rilko was sitting propped against the truck, obviously wounded, though from this distance Kyle couldn't tell how bad it was. It needn't matter anyways, as the medic was crouching over him, doing goddess knows what to either fix him up or help him bleed out comfortably. The medic, Gottfried, was quiet and vaguely disturbing when he did speak up. But Kyle had seen him patch up wounds that should have been lethal and send men back out to die again. There was no doubting his usefulness.

So that was his pitiful resources. Himself, a fresh recruit, a dying man, and a medic. All that remained of a 15 man company. He could hear more gunfire in the distance, likely one or two blocks away. But he was not hopeful for reinforcements. As for his opposition, he hadn't been able to get a good count. There were at least 4 still standing, not counting the one on the mounted gun. And they were likely not on their way back to being resupplied as his company had been, meaning they had ammunition to spare. It would be a miracle if even one of them got out of this alive.

He paused then. The thought bothered him. ...Alive... What did that word really mean? Was this any sort of life? Was he alive? He had never questioned himself before. Not once. So...why here? He had taken so many lives over the past years. What right did he have to live? He who had no family, no home to go back to except a cramped apartment that was infested with rats. So why should he survive when more deserving men had to die.

His eyes wandered back to Jacobs, to the gory hole in the man's head. He felt no sorrow for the man's passing. Nor anger, nor joy. He felt....nothing. Just as he had felt nothing for the dozens of men that had fallen by his side in years past. For the first time, that nothing hurt. He couldn't fathom why he lived and others died. He didn't even remember what he was fighting for. All he knew was the fighting. Decades of war had buried whatever initial reasons there had been, and now it seemed they fought just for the sake of the war. Gaining and losing ground, killing and being killed, bleeding and drawing blood. The black uniforms were friendlies. The green uniforms were enemies. And that was all they had been told.

He thought back to his youth. All those years ago when he jumped at the chance to enlist in the army. His patriotic duty driving him to enlist the day he came of age. A measly 16 years old. Even back then, he knew not the reasons the two great nations warred. All he cared about was doing his part to make sure his nation won. Over time, that sense of righteousness faded. But he never stopped fighting, for it was all he knew. He dared not even consider resigning and choosing a different career. It was a foreign thought to him. But now he wondered...

His reverie was broken by the explosion of a cannon shot. He saw the projectile fly right over the truck and smash through a storefront behind them. Madison and Gottfried were looking at him. It seemed Rilko had died while he was lost in thought, for Gottfried was pressed against the truck with his sidearm drawn, the bloody body of his patient abandoned.

Kyle looked into the eyes of his men. Even at this distance, he could see the confusion in Madison's eyes. His face pleaded for help. For orders so that he need not think. Oh right, Rilko had been his friend. They came from the same hometown. That would have upset the boy. Gottfried's eyes, on the other hand, were cold and emotionless. He seemed to be asking for instruction, like a machine ready to coldly carry out its job. They both asked for the same things, but in vastly different ways.

Kyle nodded at them, taking charge the way a lieutenant should. With a few hand signals, he let them know his plan. Neither questioned it. At least, not aloud. They would follow his orders. Now it all came down to him. If he fell through on his end, they would all die. He would not allow that.

He dropped the rifle and scavenged the mobile chaingun from Sergeant Boniv's corpse, checking it for ammo. Twenty three shots. Fired at 400 rounds per minute, that meant he had about 5 seconds. Maybe. Math wasn't his forte. He slid up to the corner and waited. Counting down the seconds for the perfect time. And then... He simply nodded at them. And that was the last he ever saw of them.

He stepped out immediately, unleashing the fully automatic power of the weapon so heavy as to cause him to hunch over holding it. One fell, then two, then there was nothing but clicking. His ammo had gone dry. That wouldn't stop him, though. He dropped the heavy weapon and reached for his sidearm. But his hand never made it.

Something big and nasty hit him in the right shoulder, making him stumble backwards. He hadn't even righted himself before another punch caught him in the lower left rib. And then another in his right hip, causing him to spin around and felt the next take him in the back. Just millimeters to the right of his spine. And then his entire body was being pelted at the same time. The machine gunner had no mercy. Just as Kyle himself held none. This was just.

Lieutenant Kyle Dirun was dead before he hit the ground. But two of his men managed to flee that battle and live on. He was a soldier who knew nothing but war. He knew so much regret. But in his final moments, he was proud. This life...hadn't been so pointless after all...