Po-tay-toes

So, I poked a friend with 'what the hell should I write about' because yeah, still completely and totally dead upstairs.

Yeah, so, he's a smart-ass and says: "Potatoes."

So I'd like to talk to you today about something reasonably cheap that tastes awesome.

Potatoes.

Because my brain is mushy.

Need: One-to-many potatoes, your choice of condiments.

So, you take a standard potato. You wash it off, just hot water or something, make sure there isn't any dirt on it, right? Then you stab it a couple of times with a knife, 'til it's got a few holes in it. Wrap it in a damp paper towel, microwave it say ... one or two minutes, flip it over. Microwave it another one or two minutes.

If it feels kind of squishy, it's done. Otherwise give it a minute or so longer.

Then you sit it in a bowl or on a plate or something, cut it open, put on whatever you want. For me that's butter or ranch dressing, shredded cheese, some chopped onion, bacon bits.

Delicious.

Pretty filling, too. Rather cheap. Nice break from 'ramen' when your income is 'little to none.'

Fucking economy.

I am bad at recipes.

Receipt freewrite

Transcribe to follow. When I get off work.

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Job and Joblessness

... hilarious.

Remember that whole job business I got employed at?

Yeah, so. Through literally no fault of my own, that's no longer a ... thing. As of May 15.

Very depressed over the whole business. Been crying on and off, feelings of worthlessness, that whole jazz.

Deciding if the weather's actually nice for once to go out to a park, go walking around and such. Day off tomorrow regardless.

Games: Video, Vampire

3/9/11

Trying out this InkPad app.
In which I decide to live up to my claim of NOT being a Slender Man blog. (My deit(ies)y, Ava and Reach. Feel bad for them.)

So, I've gone back to playing Vampire the Masquerade - Bloodlines again. Not a bad game, by far. Buggy at base game, but that's what player-made mods are good for. I wouldn't willingly play Oblivion without the Unofficial patches, and I can't play VtM-B without one; trying to do so caused a game-breaking "you shall not pass" style bug, where my progress was stopped by a kind of Groundhog Day cutscene loop.

Very frustrating.

So, as you might be able to guess, my very favorite old World of Darkness vampire to play is Malkavian, because they put the "crazy" in Crazy Awesome. They're literally an entire clan full of Cassandra Truths and Power Born of Madness.

And in a video game with limited dialogue choices, they REALLY capitalize on the potential to see the future and pretty much outline the entire plot in the first act, while being circuitous enough in their speech patterns that you only really figure out what you mean by what you're saying after the event you're referring to has already happened. The difference between a normal playthrough and a Malkie playthrough is significant enough that it's definitely worth doing... Though if you're averse to spoilers, you should avoid it on first playthrough. Sometimes, the Malkavian ISN'T that difficult to comprehend, especially if you know your pop-culture and mythology.

I bring all this up as a wonderfully shameless plug for my Malkavian Let's Play, incidentally. You should totally check that out.

4srs.

Actually it sucks. So meh.

Green Eyes

 

Not a lot going on in my head right now. Oh! Kitty.

We have a kitty!

Temporarily anyway. You already knew that if you were following my Twitter feed.

I am highly allergic to kitties. And dogs, and pretty much every animal except for goats, bunny rabbits, and black ants. I'm pretty much allergic to the state I live in, actually ... none of the grasses, but all of the weeds and about half of the trees. Swear, I should just keel over from exposure.

She's adorable, and very sweet personality-wise, though. 's been declawed. I'm sure she has to belong to somebody, and I wish they'd take her back before I get too attached.

We really can't afford a cat, no matter how sweet she is.

Surprisingly Not Dead

Still late, though. Sorry 'bout that. Look up and it's 6PM and realized I hadn't yet posted this.

AND THEN IT WAS TOMORROW.

Sooooo.

I'm a child of the modern, fear-mongering media. You know, the one that's happy to remind you, constantly, that not only are psychopaths real, but they look like anybody else, right up until they cut your skin off and wear it as a suit, all the while pretending to BE you.

At which point, they'll look kind of like YOU, not anybody else.

So, right, where was I going with this?

Ah, yes, the Mythos, because my brain has latched onto that like a starving man might latch onto a stripper covered in delicious cake.

Being, as I am, conditioned toward a certain level of mistrust for my fellow man (and wo-man), it should come as no surprise that the High Octane Nightmare and/or Paranoia Fuel that is the Slender Man has a special place in hell my heart, even if I dismiss the Man Himself as false.

Proxies.

Casual bystanders (read: the people who came here to find out how to leave Gilneas before the plot says you can (protip: you can't)) are probably going, "double-you-tea-eff, mate, what's a proxy?"

And I am an endless font of exposition.

Proxies are average (or not) people who've been brainwashed by Slendy to act for him - willingly or otherwise. In a sense, they are Slendy ... By proxy, hence the name.

See, even if there IS no Slender Man, that's terrifying to me.

For instance, say somebody takes the whole thing even a little bit more seriously than I do, and decides that not only are they being stalked, they're being Hallowed or whatever, and now they're brainwashed and crazy.

So of course the only logical thing to do is hunt down other Runners with a knife.

A) They succeed at the stabbing and the killing and the murder, and continue doing so until either they kill themselves or get arrested.

Or:

B) They fail, getting killed/injured by a Runner who takes it just as seriously as they do. Legal/moral/my god what have I done to follow. Same deal if it's just a prank getting out of hand, honestly, with even more "My God What Have I Done." Seasoned to taste, with just a hint of vanilla to cover up the stench. OF DEATH.

Horrifying, innit?

Hell, you could be a proxy.

I could be a proxy. I'm not, but you certainly don't know that.

Also I come off as creepy, I think.

Sometimes.

Note to Self

Do Not Taunt Cthulhu.

So, I mentioned a while back that I was going to purchase ( X ) contacts, and also that I work at a call center, right?

So, Wednesday I forked over the $170 to buy the contacts as a kind of joke/taunt, because apparently, I don't like life, or living, or continuing to not be dead/insane (perhaps one, then the other?)

Right, so I should also mention here that all calls at my call center are recorded. All of 'em.

So, finally, I set Slendy as my background pic on a whim, since the last person who had my computer was a massive XBox fanboy, specifically Halo, which I don't like enough to want to see every day. Still question the wisdom of that decision every time my screen saver goes batshit fucking insane while I'm out on a lunch break.

So, I come back from lunch on Friday, March 4, and I get pulled pretty much immediately to do a meeting.

When I get back to my desk, I find I've been logged out, so I log back in and take a call. About two minutes in, there's massive audio distortions in the phone line, followed by a disconnect.

This continues for the rest of the day, and for select computers even into today, Saturday, March 5.

Shortly after all this started?

The satelite radio sees fit to play: "I always feel like SOMEBODY'S WATCHIN' MEEEEEEE!" just for emphasis.

All I could manage was a kind of horrified giggle.

Now, I'm willing to chalk this up to the phone people being there and fucking around.

But still.

Creepy ass coincidences freaked me out.

Still no Slender Man SIGHTINGS in Iowa though~

Black Leaves

In which I attempt to draw something I have no means of experiencing personally, nor any real desire to do so. I uh ... I don't recommend staring at it too long. I've actually lost time just looking at it.

So, transcribe, because that's a Friday tradition:

A PATH NO FEET WERE EVER MEANT TO TREAD, NOR EYES TO SEE. IT IS THE BEGINNING AND THE END

YGGDRASIL IS ALL AROUND.

IT IS ALL PLACES AND ALL TIMES.
EVERYWHERE
NOWHERE.


IT IS BUT A BLACKENED PAPER CUT-OUT OF WORLDS ENTIRE WHICH HAVE NEVER BEEN - COULD NEVER BE - YET ARE


EVEN A GLIMPSE OF TOTAL PERSPECTIVE LEADS TO MADNESS


OF COURSE IT WOULD BE BLACK.
BLACK IS A MIX OF ALL COLORS.


HOW COULD ONE BE SATISFIED WITH THEIR INCONSEQUENTIAL LIFE THEREAFTER?


IT DOES NOT REFLECT LIGHT. IT CONSUMES.

I guess now would be a good time to mention that I don't ... really think a lot when I draw. It's part of the reason I draw so infrequently. Pretty much, I decide what I want the structure of it to look like, and then extrapolate subconsciously. So, more or less, don't blame me, I don't really remember drawing half of this. And no, I don't really know why I wrote that up there. It just ... seemed like a good idea I guess.

Or do blame me. You know, whichever.

I get the feeling some of the imagery was influenced by this here comic I read now.

Bonus points if you can tell me what the hell it means, 'coz I really can't.

Reality

I want to get this off my metaphorical chest before anyone comes here for the wrong reasons:

I started this blog on a whim, with the off hope that I might scrounge up some additional cashflow while writing it. Hence the ads (which have become increasingly more depressing, I might add), and the donate button, especially.

This is not another ARG.

This is not a blog specifically started up to document the Slender Man wandering around my house being all spooky and demanding my twenty dollars (I don't even carry around cash ffs).

This is just me writing about whatever happens to be in my head, and yeah, the Mythos has kind of a way of embedding it in peoples' subconscious minds, but I am not writing about it because I want to be ... I don't know, linked somehow to it, leech off its fame, whatever. I'm writing about it because it happens to be there, and I can't really tell my subconscious mind to stop fucking with me.

I don't plan to lie to you about anything. There aren't any secret clues or mysteries to be found here. Sure, I'll omit things - leaving my exact location/name for privacy/security reasons, for example - but I'm not going to lie about anything and then pass it off as reality.

Even the backwards writing and the coughing is easily explained rationally: I've been able to write like that for ages, and it just struck me as the thing to do for that post. And, well, I'm allergic to this entire fucking state. I've always got a minor sinus infection of some sort going on.

This is just me writing about my boring life.

Now, that doesn't mean I plan on, I dunno, going out and telling other people to stop having fun with their ARG, or even to point out that it IS an ARG anywhere else. Hell, for all I know, having never met the people out there or the Man himself, it might well not be, which is a good thought for never sleeping again, now isn't it? Believe me when I say the uncertainty of that has ....

huh. I kind of got distracted reading comics and stuff and completely forgot where I was going with this.

I actually don't think any of that really needed to be said, but since I've got massive writer's block due to not ... really having a ton of stuff going on in my head, this'll have to do.

'Til Friday.

Being sick is really leeching my brainpower.